[Jacob]

*Setting: The Heart moniter beeped steadily, showing Kai's stats. He looked bad, a bandage was wrapped around his chest, and his skin was pale. The Doctors had said he had lost alot of blood and that he would have probably died in the next 5 hours if it wasn't for Quade and the others stumbling across him and dragging him to safety. Still, his chances of survival were low and the surviving Agents felt disheartened. Stood at the end of his, all white, bed was Quade. Still wearing the clothes he had previously fought with he didn't have the care to change. He had lost a trainee, another had been killed and half of the assigned Agents hadn't reported back. Scratching the back of his head he turned and stepped towards the door, hoping that his friend would pull through...*

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*Setting: A groggy moan came from the Changling, Ella. Her head was throbbing and she could hardly move. Looking up she realised she was in a darkened room with only light coming from, what was presumably, a door. She seemed to be sat on a metal chair with her hands tied behind her back and her legs tied to the front legs of the chair. Talking came from the outside the door, but it was indistinguishable and thus she took no notice. Shifting her weight on the chair she attempted to move around the room, possibly to get closer to the door and listen. But as she did so the sounds of moving alerted the creatures outside and with a low bang the door flung open and two sillouettes were stood looking at her, yellow eyes glowing gently...*

Shadowcrawler: "Get Hurn...GO!!"

He never took his eyes off Ella as he stated this, the other 'crawler immediatly took off out of sight, his footsteps padding on what sounded like a wooden floor.

Shadowcrawler: "Heh, you're the first to awaken...that means you get to have aaaall the fun first...hehe...heh."

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*Setting: In a dimly lit conference room Kowloon debriefed to the remaining Agents and trainee. None of them seemed to have changed out of their mission wear and all three of them seemed anxious to know the low down on what the Agency was doing to make sure they got the other Agents back safe and sound.*

Kowloon: "As of yet we're not certain what the 'crawlers want. We have recieved no ransom demand. No contact in any way whatsoever...so, our best guess is that they want our Agents for information..."

Marl growled lowly and stared intently at Kowloon, wanting him to give some decent information. Like a location or name. He never.

Quade: "Who were they though? Who or what are they working for...??"

The Mudokon shook his head and brushed off his all black suit as he responded.

Kowloon: "Like before...we don't know nothing. All we know is that they maybe somehow related to the kidnapping of Hoolio, but so far that's not confirmed...other than that, we know zilch. We are, however, getting our best Scribers and RV's on it...hopefully they'll be able to turn a few things up."

By RV's he referred to 'Remote Viewers'. A creature that could psychicly hone in on a specific location if given coordinates. Scribers however were the creatures who found the coordinates, using a crystal and their psychic/mystic power to hone in on a beings energies.
*Ringing*
Patting himself as he searched his suit Kowloon snarled lowly, he had specificly asked for nobody to contact him until he had finished the debriefing. Clicking the 'answer' button he placed the red phone to his ear and spoke.

Kowloon: "I thought i said not to inter...what?? Who? When?...Ok...i'll be right there."

He hung up and placed the phone back were he had pulled it from. He then quickly hurried to the door, calling back to the others as he exited.

Kowloon: "COME ON!!"

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*Setting: Sparks frizzled from the end of the Cattleprod as it slowly moved closer to Ella's face. Moving her head back she attempted to escape the harsh bite of the electricity but it was no good, eventually a strand jumped from the prod to her and sent a vicious pain into her right cheek. There were two Shadowcrawlers in the room now, the door was closed and the being holding the Cattleprod was wheelchair bound. The other 'crawler was female and stood leaning back on the door, her arms folded as she watched, bemused.*

Hurn: "Now, my dear. Do you wish to cooperate with us? Or...not?"

He spoke softly as he held the prod infront of her face, smiling as strands of blue electric jumped at her.

Ella: "What do you think?"

She spoke through gritted teeth, her eyes switching back between the male and female.

Lilias: "I don't know what you're thinking, hun. But i know what i'm hoping for..."

She leant forwards and rested her hands on the back of her uncles wheelchair, grinning slyly.

Hurn: "Yes. You either help us willingly or...we force you to. Beit through torture or actually going into your mind, we will get what we need to know..."

Ella: "Well then, i suggest you hurry up with the torture...'cos i aint saying shit."

A quietened growl came from Hurn as he swiped the prod across her face, sending an immense volt through her entire skull and also slightly cutting her cheek. Crying out briefly she attempted to refrain from showing pain.

Lilias: "By the by, don't think we're not willing to kill you...we have two others to get the information from, it's just a matter of time before we get what we want..."

She purred these words as she stood up and opened the door, allowing her uncle to back himself out and into the light of the corridor...

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*Setting: Wearily Kowloon picked up the phone at Reception. As he was in the debriefing an anonymous creature had called and asked for him, stating they had information on the whereabouts of the three Agents...*

Kowloon: "H-Hello?"

He was leaning over the gray, plastic Reception desk, the white phone in his right hand and the coily cord stretched its full length. The Receptionist, a female Crate, watched intently as did the other Agents.

Anon creature: "Meesta Kowlune? I hav inforrmazion on vhe vher..."

Kowloon: "Yes, well...what is it?"

The creature seemed to be Russian and a very calm one at that. His tone was low, as if he was trying to stay quiet.

Anon creature: "Vhe Motel...32 Barrnabee Strreet. Vhey arre bloking ane kynd ov sykik or magick attempt too see vhem vhiv majick...vhey vill kill vhe Agents in oonder 90 howers..."

The phone went dead and Kowloon was left thinking over the authenticity of the information aswell as who the caller was and their agenda...

(OOC: Poopness...)