Up Your Alley!

[Locutus Ferox]

The world worked on balance. Balance between what people referred to as "good" and "evil." Balance between light and dark. Balance between life... and death. Everything had something to keep it balanced. Those who watched over the planet liked balance too. The deities sought balance, some for the continued functioning of the planet, others... for their own goals. So it wasn't a surprise that when Locutus learned of something threatening to disrupt this balance, he was not at all pleased.

Deities were very difficult to deceive. They were even more difficult to hide from. This disturbance came in the form of a human, who just... wasn't satisfied being human. Whispers on the wind told him this person was plotting something big, something... unholy. At a glance it was hard to tell what. His eyes had been turned upon this individual, watching, analyzing. He thought about continuing to watch from a distance, after all surprise was a huge key that could work in someone's favor. However, he was learning nothing from it, and he needed to know before it was too late. From the outside it was clear that this person was after the elementals. Now why would they do that? Was it personal? Was they looking for something? There were a lot of questions. Locutus liked questions, he liked giving questions, he liked questions being asked. The wealth of knowledge, the mystery... they opened doorways to untold fortunes. These questions however, needed answered... and now.

This particular problem brought him back into the States. It was familiar territory to him. It was home of the Northern Timber wolf, one of the particular animals he favored. The location in question was a military installation. More specifically high end, and one of those high security, out in the middle of nowhere bases. Officer.... likely a General. This would be problematic. One does not kill an officer within the United States Armed Forces, and expect no one to notice. Even if he was at no personal risk, killing a general? There would need to be a lot of work done to keep others from raising an alarm. The last thing he wanted was to set the world into another war.

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Locutus heaved a sigh as he slipped back from his thoughts. There would be time to think later. Now the deity needed to get into gear. He picked up his glass of water and leaned back into the chair, throwing back the container and emptying the contents into his mouth which he swallowed. He then set the glass back on the table as he looked over at the chair across from him. Slumped down in the seat was an unfortunate military personnel. Sergeant Major Dwight Howard. His eyes were wide open, but they could no longer see. Locutus had asked the man for a chat, discerned that he worked on the base he intended to head to, and then killed the man.

Normally he would have just got what he had needed to and left, but this man was working for someone who Locutus considered to be a problem, and already Locutus intended on using his identity to get on base, and he really didn't need Dwight showing up and raising questions. The deity pushed himself up from his seat, walking around the table to rifle through the man's pockets until he found what he was looking for. He retrieved the man's identification card. This would work perfectly. He then left the man in his seat. Dwight wasn't expected to be on duty for another six hours. That would give Locutus plenty of time to get in and do what he intended to do.

Locutus strode towards the exit of the small building. Dwight was in a far enough corner of the building that they wouldn't find him at least until he was supposed to be at work anyway. He reached into his own pocket and pulled out the shades he had acquired in Brazil and donned them before he stepped out into the street. It was still early in the afternoon and the sun was up. The sun reflected off his head and shades as he strode towards where his car was parked. He opened the door and slid into the vehicle, buckling up the harness before he started the Corvette. The vehicle roared to life and he slipped it into first gear before he pulled out. He took things slowly, not wanting to draw any attention before he actually needed to. He pulled onto the road when it was clear and set off towards the base.

After a good thirty minutes of driving he came upon the base, well outside town and far enough away to detract any unwanted eyes or stragglers. He turned the car onto the road towards the base's main gate. Here he weaved in and out of the installation's speed deterrence. Ever since that attack on U.S. soil several years ago, military installations had taken to erecting barricades to prevent vehicles from speeding through with possible bombs. Once he waved through the vertical barriers he came up to the gate. Secondary precautions dictated that they now did ID checks. Sometimes it was everyone in the vehicle, usually however it was just the driver.

Locutus was fortunate that most military personnel now had a habit of living beyond their means. The gate guard of course would not question the sight of a brand new Corvette. He was also glad they rotated their gate personnel. Even if it was a common rotation, he knew the gate guard wouldn't know Dwight's face by name. Not with all the base inhabitants, and not with the rotation of their assignments. He pulled up to the checkpoint and held out Dwight's ID card. A woman greeted him and offered a smile as she took the card. She then raised it up to her scanner. It was child's play to cause the scanner to malfunction. The woman blinked and whined as the device failed to operate properly. She tried a second time... and a third. Still, she met with no success.

The woman gave a sigh and turned to Locutus. "I'm sorry, the scanner's acting up, this will only take a moment." With that she stepped into the small building. She made a call on the radio for another scanner before she called in Dwight's ID. As the radio didn't offer a picture, like the ID card, and scanner did, she wouldn't have known that he used his powers to change the ID card to have his picture on it instead of Dwight's. The man over the radio cleared the card and she came back out of the building, offering Locutus the card back. "Sorry about that. Have a great day." The woman blushed and offered a smile and a wave. Locutus chuckled softly. "It was no problem." He then stepped off the brake, letting the clutch slip out to the point it held the vehicle without going back or engaging, and pushed the accelerator slightly as he let the clutch out the rest of the way.

The vehicle advanced down the path into the base, passing several display monuments along the way. Dwight had said that someone by the name of Atrax was the one Locutus should see concerning anything he would need concerning the base. Atrax was the go to man. the Sergeant had also mentioned that Atrax was... a general. How convenient. The installation was big, and Locutus didn't have the luxury of searching for the man room by room. Dwight had insisted on setting up a meeting with the general and then coming to take him, but that would have put a knot in his plans. So instead Locutus had to find him on his own. That's when the deity gave a soft chuckle, by chance he passed the administrative office, where he had intended to make a quick stop at.

The man turned the corvette into the parking lot, where he found a space and shut off the machine. He unbuckled himself and pushed open the door before stepping out. Another woman gave a nod and a smile as she headed towards her vehicle as Locutus passed. He nodded back to her and reached out to open the door of the office, and stepped inside. There he made his way up to the desk up front. He was greeted by a man, who also smiled to him. This smile was a bit less comforting than the smiles the two females had given, though perhaps it just was that the smile didn't go with the man's face. Judging by his uniform the man was a Tech Sergeant. When Locutus leaned upon the desk the man spoke up "Yes sir, is there something I can do for you today?"

Locutus gave a nod and then a slight smile of his own before speaking in one of his friendlier voices. "Yeah, Sergeant, I was wondering where I could find General Atrax? He had scheduled a meeting with me but I'm new to the area and forgot to ask where his office is." The man gave a slightly funny look at the deity before sparing a glance to his screen for a moment. He quickly looked back up to Locutus and smiled once more. "General Atrax's office is in the command post, sir. Shall I call his office to let him know you've arrived Miiiister....?" The man was obviously asking Locutus's name. He chuckled and held up his hands. "No, no. I was told he would be quite busy today, I wouldn't want to disturb him during any of his meetings. Besides I have a couple things to do real quick before I go there anyway. Oh and the name's Locutus. Locutus Ferox." He was confident the man wouldn't know who he was. He didn't look the sort to chase after what most normal humans thought of as ancient myths.

"Right, Mister Ferox. Well, have a great day, and if you need any more help just come back and talk to me, okay?" Locutus gave a nod before pushing away from the desk and heading right back out the door. He passed by a man who was a bit less friendly then the rest of the people here had been so far, completely ignoring him as he even bumped into his shoulder. Locutus chuckled but kept on his path. He got back into his car, strapping himself in before starting it and pulling out of the parking lot and back onto the road. He had spotted a map in the administrative office that had everything color coded so that someone unfamiliar with the installation, like him in this instance, could find everything easily. One of the places on the map he spotted, was one of the armories.

Locutus turned the vehicle down one street, and then another, and another before he came upon the armory. He turned the vehicle into the parking lot yet again, shut it off, and stepped out. This place would be a little trickier as it was authorized personnel only. Granted that meant pretty much anyone on the installation could access it, visitors however, were another matter entirely. Locutus entered the armory and walked up to the man at the desk. "I'm sorry sir, but this place is off limits to civilians. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Locutus simply gave a somewhat "embarrassed" smile. "I just need to use the bathroom if that's alright?" The officer raised a skeptical brow. "The bathroom sir? Sir this is an armory." Locutus butted in before the man asked him to leave again. "I know, but I really have to go."

The man behind the desk sighed heavily before pushing himself to his feet. "Alright, one moment." The man walked over and unlocked the door that separated him and Locutus. He then opened it when Locutus stepped through. Suddenly there was a wet slush sound followed by soft cracking as a blade sunk into his throat up into his head. Locutus grabbed the man's keys as he let the body slump to the floor. He then stepped back out and proceeded into the main armory. Once inside he grabbed himself a tactical vest off of the nearby rack. It wasn't a bulletproof vest, but it didn't need to be. He then advanced towards the gun racks. What would he take? He didn't particularly like firearms, but this situation called for them. He wanted to make any death look like a simple crazed gunman rather than an irritated deity.

He scanned the armory's inventory before he found himself two handguns that he fancied. They were a pair of M1911 .45 ACP pistols. He slid those into the vest before proceeding on. There he found an SR-25, which was basically an upscale M-16 chambered for the 7.62mm round versus the M-16s 5.56. It was also only semi-automatic but that was all he needed. He searched around and found a suppressor that would fit the rifle. The rifle already had a scope on it, as well as a bi-pod so he had all that he needed for it except ammunition. In his search for that he came upon a shotgun. Looking it over he nodded and packed that in along with everything else. The shotgun went into a holster on his left side, easy for him to draw out if trouble came. Once he had his weapons he secured the ammunition for them and made for the exit.

Once outside he got back into his car. Now came the tricky bit. Being armed to the teeth was bound to draw attention, so his next stop would have to be the command building. He'd also have to park close. It was bound to be guarded and the last thing he needed was to give someone time to react to his fully armed presence. Locutus started the vehicle and pulled back onto the road for a second time. The deity turned the car through the network of roads, passing by various military vehicles along with the cars and trucks of base personnel and visitors alike. Along the way Locutus noted the air pads that were occupied by choppers. A few of the birds were taking off and landing, likely conducting exercises or some other routine tasks.

Finally Locutus found himself in front of the command building. The building was possibly one of the oldest structures on the base, but it still looked to be in far better condition. That seemed to be common military practice. It wasn't unusual for the command units to "live" in the best comfort and style. Then again, when wasn't that the style? Unfortunately the spots up front were always reserved for commanding units as well, but Locutus didn't have much of a choice. He pulled his vehicle up into a spot near the front of the building. The sign read that it was reserved for a Major. Locutus hoped that one wouldn't show up while he was here.

Taking a deep breath he unbuckled himself from the harness and opened the door of the vehicle. Then without waiting he closed the door and advanced towards the office building. Immediately a man who was stationed at the door brought his attention to Locutus. He blinked as he saw the armed individual and for a moment didn't know how to react. Locutus didn't stop advancing, not giving the man any more time to react. Finally the soldier got it together. "Hold, Sir! Stop right there!" He raised his gun towards Locutus, aiming down the sight. Locutus still did not stop, continuing on his path towards the door. "Sir, I will not say it again! HOLD IT!" Locutus finally stopped and looked at the man as if he was surprised the soldier had a problem. Seeing Locutus had stopped the soldier slowly advanced upon the deity. "IDENTIFY YOURSELF," the man shouted as he closed in on the bald man wearing shades. "Ferox. Locutus E." The deity's reply was cool and unalarmed.

The man closed the gap between them. Had things gone as he intended, the soldier would have asked Locutus to disarm himself. Instead, as soon as the man got close enough, Locutus quickly reached to his left, and whipped out the shotgun with one hand. The end of the barrel pressed against the other man's chest before he could blink. "JESUS!" Came the man's startled reply. His hands came off of his weapon, which had it not been on a sling over his shoulder, would have dropped to the ground. Instead it merely hung limply as the man held his hands up in the universal surrender pose. It didn't much matter to the deity. The man was armed and thus a problem. Locutus gave a shrug. "Sorry." Before the man could react to the apology the deity squeezed the trigger. Because the weapon was flush against the man's chest, the report of the firearm was reduced to a dull thud. One that might have been able to be heard inside the entryway to the office, but not much further.

Blood sprayed out behind the man as the blast tore through him. The unfortunate man was dead before he hit the ground. Locutus sighed as he looked at the body, however; he didn't have time to stop. He grabbed the handle action of the shotgun and pulled it back, discharging the spent shell, which gave the faintest wisp of smoke as the empty case bounced off the ground three times before it came to a rest. He then pushed the grip back forward until it clicked into place, a fresh round ready to go. The shotgun was slid back into the holster as he advanced towards the door. He opened it and then stepped inside.

The office was decorated elaborately. Real wood and fake filled the interior, dotted with equally mixed real and fake plants. Locutus rounded the hallway till he came upon two soldiers guarding another set of doors. He advanced upon then until they commanded him to halt. One of them spoke up as he stood in front of them. "Sir, we cannot allow you to proceed any further into this building while you are armed. Please hand over your weapons." Locutus sighed again. He'd be able to shoot one of them in time... but not both. Not without one of them firing their weapon... which would alert anyone nearby. So instead he decided that they would simply... kill each other. One of the soldiers suddenly reached for their knife and drew it out. The other soldier didn't have much time to react. "What the--?" Suddenly the two soldiers found themselves interlocked. One with their knife at the other one's throat, and the other with the end of their rifle pushed under the chin of the other.

It was all over in a flash as the first soldier made a slashing motion at the same time the other fired a single round. Again the shot being made flush against the body was muffled, but this time it wouldn't be enough. The other soldier gagged as his throat was cut open and fell against the wall where he would bleed to death, but not before another the door opened as the soldier behind it heard the commotion. This time Locutus raised his own, silenced rifle and let off three rounds into the woman's chest. She fell back to the floor, dead before she dropped. Locutus stepped over the woman's body as he made his way deeper into the building.

Finally upon opening the door at the end of the hallway he came upon the receptionist for the general. She was obviously slightly nervous when the fully armed man advanced upon her desk. She was only armed with her side arm, where as this man clearly had not one, but no less than four firearms within sight. She was certain she would run out of ammunition long before he did if it came down to a fight. Locutus stopped when he reached the desk and spoke in a calm manner. "I'm here to see the general." The woman swallowed and steadied herself. She shouldn't show fear, and she knew that! "Sir, You need an appointment to speak with the general, he's very--" She trailed off as he locked his gaze on hers. This time it took a bit of manipulation but she finally nodded. "Yes sir, right through those doors sir. I will let him know you are coming, mister....?"

The deity turned and headed towards the door as he offered his reply. "Locutus." She then keyed the comm and spoke through it. "Sir, Locutus is here to see you." Without waiting for a reply she let go of the button before setting about to her activities again, albeit with that same nervousness. Locutus similarly did not wait for the man to object. He merely opened the door and proceeded in.

The deity didn't bother looking around the office as he made his way up to the two men sitting around the desk that occupied the far side of it. One of them was definitely General Atrax. The other had been a visitor that was conducting business with the man. Locutus smiled inwardly. Good. He had caught the man while he was busy. He advanced upon the two until he was right next to the visitor who looked up at him with a great measure of surprise. Perhaps it was that Locutus was intruding upon their meeting. The meeting of a man with perhaps the highest ranking individual on the base. Or, perhaps it was the fact that he was intruding on their meeting while being armed with enough firepower to have a hold out in their office for a number of hours.

Locutus set his hand on the man's shoulder, looking at him. "I'm here to speak with the General." The other man nodded as if he understood what Locutus meant, and then got up out of his seat and made his way to the door Locutus had just barged in through, despite any objection Atrax might supply. Those would fall on deaf ears as the subtly entranced man made his exit out of the room. Locutus then swept around and slowly sat in the chair that until recently had been occupied by the man who just made his exit. There he gazed upon the man called General Atrax in complete silence until that latch clicked shut. Then the deity leaned forward, resting his elbows upon his knees. "General. We need to talk."

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General Atrax sighed, rubbing his temples slowly as the man across from him spoke. He hated bureaucratic bullshit. He leaned forward, resting his elbows upon the table while looking down at his desk. His new desk. With five small monitors built in. The views flashed from over a dozen camera's around base. One camera flashed to the entrance, showing a man at the entrance who was driving a corvette. The man flashed apparently what was an ID of some sort, but the scanner seemed to have problems. The camera flashed to another one, a but then shortly a another screen showed a different angle, from slightly farther away and a completely different angle. The man was being admitted. The general frowned, and reached out picking up a phone upon his desk. He raised a finger to the man seated across from his and began to dial.

"Please hang on just a moment. Alicia? Good, there was a man there who just now came through the gate. Who was that? And what was wrong with the scanner?" The man seated across from Atrax sighed and tapped his fingers impatiently, watching the the General converse with somebody on the phone. What was going on? He didn't know and didn't like this one bit, especially being ignored.

"Sir, that was Sergeant Major Dwight Howard. And the scanner is on the fritz again. It seemed to not be working again, sir." Atrax frowned, shaking his head. That couldn't be right. They had just recaliberated those and fixed the only one not working properly. Something more disturbing, was that he did not know that man who had just entered. He knew Sergeant Major Dwight Howard personally, and that was definitely not him. He tapped his fingers upon his desk, watching the small screens intently again. There was the man, approaching what was the front desk. He apparently spoke with the tech sergeant there, but Atrax did not know what is was about. He frown, getting slightly uneasy. He hit the reciever of the phone with his finger and quickly dialed the front desk. He watched on the screen as the tech sergeant answered the phone.

"Sergeant! Who was that man you just spoke to? QUickly sergeant!" He spoke quickly and brusquely, not caring for formalities now. This was getting out of hand, and he did not like it.His eyes strayed to the other screens, which flashed several different camera angles. Then one caught his eye and his face blanched. It was clearly the armor. And laying upon the ground was a dead soldier.

"Sir, the man claimed to have a meeting with you, sir. He said his name was Locotus Ferox, sir." The name seemed familiar to Atrax, but he didn't have time to go digging around to find out who this being was. Things where spiralling out of hand quickly, and not in a way he was comfortable with at all. He felt the comfortable weight of his Colt nineteen eleven's pressing against the small of his back and right thigh. His hatchet was a way away, but that was ok. He had a feeling this was not going to become a hand to hand combat situation. His right hand slipped down to his drop holster and slipped the weapon out. He laid it upon the desk before him, much to the disagreement of the man sitting before him, who's face paled instantly, thinking this to be some kind of open threat to him.

"Shut up and listen to me now, tech sergeant! I need you to get four, yes FOUR squads of men to my office on the double. Give two of the squads the new weapons. Yes, the magnetic accelerator guns! That man you just sent in killed at least one of our guards in the armory!" Atrax slammed the phone down upon the cradle and waited staring at the screens and sighing. This was going to be a very long day. He could already tell. If life was very likely in jeapordy, but that was not a new or even disturbing sensation. This happened in war. In the military even just in general. He had had several attempted assassination attempts, one which had just about succeeded in fact and would have if it had not been for his secretary's quick thinking.

Atrax watched the monitors carefully, trying to find the man or his path. He if he had killed so easily, he would probably....Ah!! There! Another body, just outside a door. Atrax winced slightly. The man's entire chest had been blown out, blood strewn by the looks of it two or three feet behind him. Nasty. Atrax decided to wait. Another camera showed his soldiers, already heading towards the building. They would be there in less then two minutes, just about right after this man arrived. He was exceedingly glad his scientists had finally been able to finish reducing the size of those massive rifles down. With magnets along the entire length of the barrel and inside the rifle, the magnetic accelerator guns could fire bullets just under the speed out sound, making them extremely difficult to dodge. With the improvement of turning it into a portable rifle, the rifles could now fire semi-automatic with a decent round capacity of fifteen shots and had the advantage of firing so quickly in speeds that they would pierce through even the toughest or armor. There where still improvements to be made, of course. But this would have to do for now. A small deterent for killing him he hoped the man would value his own life as well.

He watched with a straight face as the killer was announced and then walked into his office, fully armed from weapons he had taken from the armory. Atrax sighed and waited till the other man had left the and the door shut completely. He looked the man over, pursing his lips slightly. What was this being before him? An elemental? Something else? Or perhaps....something more. He did not know, and he had every intention of finding out. He watched as the man leaned forward, and spoke to him. He leaned forward as well gazing into the man's eyes directly.

"Yes, we do. Did you find it REALLY that necessary to kill my men? Then I would like to thank you. You just saved me hours of having to listen to his bureaucratic horse shit. So, what can I do for you?" He raised an eyebrow at the man, sitting back in his chair. The gun still lay upon the table, his hand resting upon it lightly but not threateningly. It was simply a matter of precaution. He did not know anything about this man and being, except for the had just killed some of his men, and had stolen some of his own weaponry. Not always the best of signs. The soldiers where already surrounding the building now, ready to kill this intruder. But Atrax would not give them the signal to attack or fire, unless this man made any more out right gestures of violence.

[Josef Mengele]

Mengele's eyes flicked out of his window at the sounds of gunshots. He'd been given his own office in the complex after agreeing to work with Atrax. It was...good to be back in civilized company. He'd set up his office the way he had during the Reich, even though it was a bit less opulent this time. Less beautiful wood paneling, more disgusting popcorn cieling and linoleum floor. It offended his sense of taste, but it was clean and he was allowed to work there. He had become sort of the de facto compound doctor after eliminating those who would object to his research. Namely the other biologists in the building, including the field doctor. Nothing quite so bloody as what was happening outside, simple poison had taken care of most of them.

It had also established fear among the soldiers, which in turn granted him respect and lee way he might not have gotten without killing those men. He listened carefully to the gunshots, to the bodies hitting the ground. Bala lifted his head from the floor of the office, a concerned expression on his face. "Something's going on out there..." he rose to his feet and peered out of the window next to his master. "Someone's shooting..."
"Nothing of our concern. Prepare the triage wing to accept new patients, and call up a dozen or so body bags." Mengele said emotionlessly, whistling lightly through the spacious gap between his front teeth. Bala looked concerned. "Aren't we going to help them?" he asked. "The shooter's heading toward General Atrax's office."

Mengele pointed to the phone and Bala slunk off to make the calls. "I will deal with the shooter. Keep an eye on Drittemann. I don't want him waking up." he said coldly, plucking his jacket from a hook by the door. Scalpel, several syringes ready to be uncapped and pushed into flesh...he was a formideable hand to hand opponent. Bala stared at him. "I can't go in there..." he whimpered, eyeing the door to the clinic.
"You'll go in there and check his vitals because I command it." Josef hissed and calmly slid out of the office. He shut the door behind him, seeing a battalion of soldiers running toward the General's office. They'd either die or run away like fools. It was the same with the SA, human emotions drove them.
The doktor slid through the soldiers, who parted nervously to let him pass. He opened the door to Atrax's office without preamble and slid behind the stranger, standing there silently. He'd already uncapped a syringe full of phenobarbitol. It was a very strong sedative that was accompanied by convulsions and paralysis of the limbs. It would put someone down easily and quickly.

Mengele met Atrax' eyes, asking him to say the word. If Locutus whipped around, Mengele wouldn't hesitate to stick him.

[Cahalily Monroe]

Such delights. Men walking around in uniform. Human men even. How delicious. Long brown locks settled over her shoulders as she watched men rush about like chickens with their heads cut off. She was leaning against a wall, her long white sheath dress Hung about her body kissing her curves. The gold rope that tied the dress into place rested below her bust, the fabric flowed softly down the length of her body.

Oh and what a length that was. Seven feet ten inches of length was just the beginning to the beauty of this angel. Her flawless skin was pulled tight along her thin body as she pushed off the wall moving through the crowd of men towards the office of one General Atrax. Her wings folded behind her as she moved silently, stepping in behind the Doktor, unseen and unheard, her chocolatey hues resting on Loc, his power around him familiar to her as he recognized the signature. Those beautiful white wings ruffled, sending a ripple through the feathers as she crossed her arms across her chest, heaving a sigh.

"It isn't quite polite to sneak up on guests, no matter how uninvited they were."

As she spoke, her soft bell like angelic tone; her hand reached behind her and grabbed out a man who had followed her, his eyes widened as he pointed a gun at her back. Her delicate fingers wrapped around the throat of the mortal man dragging him around her and lifting him off the ground so she could get a good look at him. She searched his pleading fear ridden face before chuckling and throwing him out the window, literally. Shattering glass and cursing filling the air as the man rolled out side on the broken glass, a smile played at her full pink lips at his sounds of pain.

[Locutus Ferox]

"Well, first of all general. You could tell the good physician behind me that he'd be better off taking a seat than trying to sneak up on me. Secondly probably have that man that followed miss Lily leave as well. Despite these two also being uninvited I'm sure you'd not have a problem with that, being how much you've tolerated my presence already." Locutus chuckled softly, tipping his head, not having looked back at either of the guests. "Speaking of which.... didn't we leave you in Rio?" His voice was projected to the man who stood behind him, even if he didn't look in his direction.

Locutus shook his head and then gave it a tilt as he continued on. "Secondly, you could take your hand off that sidearm, or better yet stow it back into it's holster. I assure you, that if I set out to kill you, it won't help. You'd be dead long before you could level it with me. But, so far, I have not a reason to kill you, or I would have upon entering your office. Rest assured, your career has secured your safety for the moment." Locutus leveled his gaze with Atrax, or at least from what Atrax could tell through those dark shades. The deity kept his arms on his knees hanging loosely between them as he stayed leaned forward on them, far enough away from the weapons he had acquired.

"Thirdly, and perhaps most importantly. I have no desire to kill any more of your men than I have already had to. So if you would be so kind as to call off the four squads of men you have circling around, you know the ones you had armed with your new toys? That would be wonderful." Locutus's tone betrayed no nonsense, that he was quite serious about the request. His tone carried with it a faint trace of condescension as well, finding amusement that the man thought these precautions would be adequate enough.

"Yes I did find it necessary to kill those men, I had intended for a meeting uninterrupted because I had no desire to leave any more dead than the six men and women I already had to kill. It was a shame that I had to kill them, but such were precautions I took to keep the base from being on full alert. Seems next time I'll have to deal with those cameras. " Locutus sighed, giving his head another little shake. He thought about leaning back, but figured the man behind him might over react and end up on Atrax's desk when he tried something.

"Now General I do fully realize the situation. A man fakes his way onto the base, kills the armory officer, takes a load of weapons then makes his way towards the commanding officers office. By all means I'm aware your men should have already busted through the door and tried to take me. But, all I'm asking is you not waste the lives of your men on an impossible task. I assure you, getting this far was child's play. Regardless, I have no desire to cause any more bloodshed than necessary. So, the choice is on you. I can wait here for a very long time, and we could make those six deaths be in vain. Or, we could do this more reasonably and you could call off your men. The choice really is yours."

General Atrax sighed, reaching up and rubbing his temple with his free hand and stared at this man named Locutus, not removing his hand from the pistol upon the table. He contemplated his options, the looked at Dr. Mengele and motioned to a hand towards a seat.

"Thank you Doctor, please sit though. I have a feeling this man would do as he threatens. He seems like that kind of man." He waved at a soldier behind the female angel to come forward, and he glared at the man.

"Are you completely fucking retarded? Bring this lady a chair, NOW!" He glared at the man who quivered then bolted out the door, returning seconds later with a comfortable looking chair, even better then the two the men and probably more so then even the general's chair. The shaking man sat it down, holding it towards the angel whom he seem to have hard time not staring at, and his gaze was mostly directed at her chest area. Atrax sighed and grabbed a small paper weight from his desk and hurled it at the man. His aim was perfect and it drove into the man's ribs, procuring a yelp.

"Get out, and go get Jerald to the infirmary. From the looks of it he is going to need stitches and probably a splint. And tell the men to go, the coast is clear." The man ran from the room, holding his side and closing the door. Atrax turned and looked between the female angel and the other man. His eyes rested upon the angel.

"May I inquire as to your name, Madam? I do not seem to know you, for I remember all names and faces. A little memory gift I have." He waited for her answer before turning to the man named Locutus.

"Your name, sir, I know is Locutus Ferox. I do not however know who you are? I apologize for seeming threatening with my men and my own firearm, but you did barge in to my base, killing several of my people who where simply doing their jobs. There was no need to kill them, honestly. All you had to do was make an appointment, and I would have spoke to you about whatever you wished to speak of." As he spoke, he slowly slipped the safety back on to his pistol, and picked it up and slipped it into his holster. He had had no intentions of even leveling his weapon, he could have simply pulled the trigger and shot the man through his desk. However, it was not his customary fashion to shoot visitors. His eyes flicked back to the angel, then to Dr. Mengele, and again back to Locutus. This had to be the most unusual group of people he had ever had in his office at one time.

"So, Locutus, what do I have the honor of this, um..unexpected visit? And yourself, Madam? How may I help you as well? As everybody knows, my office if freely open to any and all who wish to enter and speak with me, but I almost never seem to actually be disturbed anymore."

[Josef Mengele]

Mengele poised behind Locutus, listening to the god's words. He knew he couldn't kill a god, and it would be a gamble if he could even put him out...but being this close it was deliciously hard to avoid the temptation. To study the physiology of the god...to get a sample of his blood would mean years of study. He was still analyzing the connection between dinosaurs and modern dragons, perhaps the god would aid him in his quest by providing some much needed evolutionary data. His blood held secrets Darwin would rise from the grave to get his fingers on.

But the doctor recapped the syringe and slid it into his coat pocket. He sat down next to Locutus, his eyes facing Atrax, his face unreadable. He desperately wanted to get something off of the god. He watched Atrax fling a paperweight at the young soldier. He highly disapproved of any injury given to troops...troops were to remain in the best health possible. It was his job. His lip curled in a sneer at Atrax. More work, like he didn't have enough already, given to him with the simple toss of a paperweight. He waited for the god to start speaking, his muscles completely relaxed.

Mengele's gaze slid over the angel. Empty headed, female. No consequence to him at all. She thought she ruled the world because she had wings on her back. Mengele ached to cut into her flight muscles.

[Cahalily Monroe]

She let her eyes roam about the room. She let them settle on the Doktor her eyes narrowing a bit as the thought of cutting into her flight muscles passed over his mind. She bit back a snarl and the urge to disembowl him, as the General yelled for a chair for her. She grinned as the chair was brought, using her foot to kick it over next to the dear Doktor, her feathers ruffled in pure delight at the arrogance he had. She glided into the chair a hand placing gently on Loc's shoulder as she passed him before she settled into the chair next to the Doktor, the look on her face pure delight at the possible misery she was causing him, or the fact he detested her so much, which ever she was happy to be causing some emotional misery. Her hand moved and adjusted her glasses, before resting back him her lap.

Hmmm....why indeed had this naughty little angel come to be in this office. She pondered this deeply. Then she grinned. She hated all things supernatural. If she could clip her wings and survive she would. But alas, she couldn't, and she valued her life deeply. So she would choose a side in a war she was certain would happy and her side happen to involve sitting in this office, and possibly spending her days annoying the dear Doktor till he snapped. Only time will tell.

"I merely wish to speak with you on some pressing matters, but for now I leave the floor to Locutus."

She leaned forward and spread her wings a bit, purposely nudging the Doktor, before looking at him with a sweet, innocent smile, which however didn't reach her eyes.

[Locutus Ferox]

As soon as they were all sitting, Locutus leaned back in the chair. His eyes turned towards the angel as she patted him on the shoulder before they looked towards the man sat next to him. Both glances would be easily enough detected with their intensity. The room seemed intensified between the general and the deity sat within it. Every little detail might have seemed ten times as powerful as it would have been normally. Finally Locutus's gaze shifted back to the general across from him as he placed his elbows on either arm of the seat and brought them together in front of him.

"General I'm afraid you don't understand the gravity of this situation. Scheduling a meeting would have demolished any element of surprise there might have been, and prepared you for this little situation. Time is a dangerous advantage for politicians and tacticians. Surely you know that well. I also was not certain that it was you I sought until I reached the base. Now I have little doubt at all." The deity paused for a moment, tilting his head to the side before shrugging.

"So as for the soldiers I killed, it is... unfortunate that they died, but then again it was a necessary decision to make. They would not have let me progress to my destination. Yes they were just doing their job, but their job dictated that they must stop me. That was something I could not allow. So I was forced to take action. It is regrettable that the choice of action caused the death of some of your men and women in arms, but that was a price they were willing to pay when they enlisted."

The man trailed off, leaning back further as he looked at the general. He ignored the other two for the moment at least as he gauged Atrax's reaction to what he had said so far before continuing. "Who I am is... Not really important. You know my name, Locutus Enim Ferox. That is all that matters currently other than I am the person who worked his way to your office without even breaking a sweat. For the moment, as far as you're concerned I am a nobody."

"What I am here for however, is you. Not planning on kidnapping you if that's what you're thinking. You see, I'm a very good listener, and I've heard some... let us say....rumors about some general in the United States Armed Forces, that have lead me to this installation. One of your men talked, told me you were the one I needed to see. So I came here, looking for the heart of the situation. That is what lead me to your office General....."

General Atrax watched Dr. Mengele. The man did not like women very much at all. So he could probably guess what was going through his mind about this female angel. Probably some way of causing her brutal amounts of pain. Or something along those lines. As for the angel, she spoke coolly, and was obviously trying to irritate the "good" doctor slightly, which he thought was sufficiently funny to smile at. Finally, he turned his head back to Locutus and listened as the man spoke to him.

As the man spoke, the general watched him carefully as well, how he held himself with a sense of power. He listened as he told of the man entering with out even breaking a sweat and being the only one to do so. Perhaps he was one of these so called "deities" he had been hearing about from several humans, as well as some supernaturals.

His smile turned to a slight smirk as words of rumors where mentioned, and he finally waited patiently for the man to finish talking. When he took a long pause, Atrax took it as the man was breaking and stepped in softly.

"Well, I am afraid to point out to you that though they may have known that was a price they may have had to pay. However, I myself find it a price unacceptable unless at times of war. At present, we are not at war. You could have as simply asked the front desk to speak with me and that it was urgent, and I would have slipped you in next." Atrax paused to let that sink into the man's head briefly before plunging on.

"You are quite right. I do understand the importance of time very well. Some things have to be hurried, and some things really should be taken slow, even if people tend not to do so. As to my man speaking, that is an unfortunate accident. One I will see to shortly after you all have left." It was indeed. His men should not be speaking about anything, especially things they where not privy to personally. It started all kind of rumor mongering, and lead to the present state of the man sitting before him.

"Finally, rumors are simply that. Rumors. They have no substance, no firm fact. It is word of mouth getting passed down and distorted heavily between each passing. Did you ever play the game called Telephone when you where a child? Or ever? Probably not. Try it some time. You will see how quickly a rumor can develop and spread like wild fire. Like grammar school all over again." He smirked. In grammar school many rumors had spread about himself. Some of they where pretty true in fact. Like the fact he brutally disposed of another guy who had been bullying Atrax. That one had been true, and the rumors even left out the hard, gruesome part. That Atrax had beat the boy to death and dumped him in a pond.

"So, if you please Locutus. Let us cut to the chase. What is it that lead you to my office in the first place? Obviously a rumor. But which one perhaps? The rumor that I am a power hungry monster, intent upon world domination? Or how about that I plan on eliminating every supernatural upon the planet? Hmmm, there are just so many currently running around about me...." He smirked and steepled his fingers together, resting his chin lightly upon his hand and gazing directly into Locutus' eyes.

"I know more want complete power of this would then any man should. It is to much responsibility. I don't like the idea of running the world. To many people would be trying to kill me to take that power, and what not. Bleh, really. And to kill all supernaturals in the world? That is the silliest thing I have ever heard of. First off, I don't even know where to find them all. Secondly, I am currently employing a supernatural. Dr. Mengele here is bonded with a dragon. So why would I attempt to wipe them out, but employ them at the same time?" Atrax shook his head slowly from side to side, cool as a cucumber and solid as stone.

[Clerig Blazer]

It had been a few weeks since he had met with the General. He pulled onto the base to find it in chaos. He raised a brow as he moved past security without issue, seeing men running around armed. Was there an attack? He strode down the hallway, he was dressed down, a pair of jeans and a button down blue shirt. His bicolored optics scanning about as he moved past the soldiers into the General's office. It was full of people. Two men he didn't know, and...an angel. His gaze fell on her for a moment before he shook his head slightly and turned to Atrax. He would wait til he was addressed, before speaking.

"I came to see if there was any news on my daughter, but there seems to have been an attack, so I will inquire if you would be needing any help?"

He was positive the General could handle himself in hand to hand combat, his question was more of the elemental persuasion, if any assistance was needed in that area. Sitting around his office, he bored, and he found he couldn't concentrate with his daughter missing. His mind always wandered to her.

[Cahalily Monroe]

She ran her fingers through her hair. While she did her hair changed to a golden blond, before she shook it out changing it back to brown. She was glamouring herself. She changed her looked several times, before she gave up boredly and settled to herself, only smaller. Her glamoured form was 6 foot even, as she crossed her legs before her. She didn't think she was holier then thou, she was just very forward. If she didn't like something, she wasn't going to voice it, but use it against the person. She would do it with a smile. Another entrance into the room, made her chocolatey hues scan to the door. An elemental, she could smell the fire on his skin. She grinned and raised a brow, looking back to the General. A missing daughter huh? Nothing was more delicious then a family man. They begged for their lives, for their wife and children as they were tortured. She licked her lips and wiggled in her seat anxiously as she made eye contact with him, two different colored eyes? How curious. She turned her head back to the General, waiting for a reaction.

[Locutus Ferox]

The man watched the general through those dark shades which reflected his face oh so nicely. Occasionally his gaze would flicker over towards Mengele to see how he close he was to bursting from the woman's antics, but his head would never turn. No indication was given of his split attention. For all the general would know, Locutus was boring his eyes into him the entire time.

Locutus pondered over what the General said about dealing with the man who spoke and about discrediting his rumors. He chuckled inwardly at the man's forward arrogance. Atrax was taking the direct approach of confronting his actions and blowing them off without a sweat. Not many people could do that true. But he wasn't any fool. Locutus brought his hands up, still steepled together. His head finally shook and he was about to speak when...

Another visitor, and someone relative to the general's case as well. How conveniently interesting. The man was looking for his daughter and had come to the General. Locutus already knew who and what he was, but he also knew a little bit more than that. It was humorous, the timing they had.

"So general. Are you telling me that you did not have a conversation with this man about finding his daughter, and the reward he offered you? The Fire elemental's city that is. Are you telling me it didn't interest you in the slightest? Or that you haven't been researching into the other cities. Atlantis for example. You are right general. I haven't any experience with that game you mentioned. I however also don't take actions merely on rumors. "

"As for your man speaking, you needn't worry about him general. I'm afraid he is no longer in much of a place to cause you much difficulties. He won't be spilling any more secrets." The deity gave a soft chuckle and let the man take in that small bit, see how he would chew it up.

General Atrax looked up slightly when Congressman Blazer walked in, and offered a warm smile to the man. He nodded and pressed a button on the phone, asking the girl at the desk to bring in another chair please. She did so, moved around and setting a fourth chair behind and inbetween the angel and Locutus so the congressman would have a good view of the general. As she turned to leave she slowly slid a hand along Locutus chest and up and over his shoulder, before leaving slowly. Atrax rolled his eyes, sighing deeply. When the girl had left, he finally spoke.

"Congressman Clerig, it is an honor for you to join use. Please, have a set. Perhpas you being a speaking man can help me asuage this man's apparent fears and doubts." Atrax smiled, but his eyes shifted to the angel seated before them. She was looking at Clerig as if he was a piece of meat she was about to devour. It a look he had seen only a few times before, and he knew it was a look of combined lustfulness and thirst for death. He raised an eyebrow at her as she looked back at him, however it was not an eyebrow of questioning. It was more like to not even think about it. He kept that look upon her for a good half minute to make her squirm before turning his head slightly to finally look at Locutus again.

"I am sorry to hear that you killed another of my men. However, I will not shed tears for a man who spilled his guts despite his training. Now to your questions....of course I am helping the Congressman find his daugher. He came to me, on his own free will and asked. As to the reward, tell me this Locutus. Have you ever found yourself facing an opponent you did not think you could beat? One who was so powerful the entire human race decides to simply ignore it's existence instead of admit it because they are afraid of the power that opponent weilds? That is most of the elementals. Clerig here is different. He didn't want this power. He just happens to have it." He leveled a dead pan stare upon Locutus, gazing into his sunglasses as if they where not even there.

"You see Locutus, I am a man who likes to be prepared. Elementals wield a power, one that is almost to strong. Strength leads to the sense of invicibility. And with that, comes the though that one should dominate and control others. It has happened before. Think of Hitler, and Stalin. The mafias. Now, I am just taking precautions. NOthing more. If any particular elemental gets out of line, I have the power to force him to bow down and submit with the knowledge of his city. If he does not, well, then is the only time I would even consider destroying the city. I will not have some homicidal mad man with the power to weild an element rampaging through American streets with no power to stop him. Now, do I make myself clear?" As he spoke, his hands fell on the desk before him, splayed out and he rose, glaring at the man before him. He was not one to be bullied, even by larger more powerful people.

"Now, if you have a request, please make it. If you have something else to say, please do so. I have other guests waiting to speak with me as well. I am a busy man, trying to keep this country safe. Something that very few others seem to want to do." With that he turned directly to the female angel, seeming to ignore Locutus completely now. However, his senses where still trained upon the man, even as his lips parted and he spoke slightly softer.

"Now, good lady. You came to speak to me about something. How can I help you this day?" He glanced out the window she had thrown the man out of earlier and smiled. He thought he might like this female. She reminded him of himself a bit, but slightly more rash. Atrax had learned to control his impulses, like the one to have Locutus forcibly removed from this office at the point of six of his new weapons used by his fasted men. If the man had so much as even thought about doing something, a bullet would have already been slamming into him then. But he knew the threat would go over the man's head. Like most people, those with power thought they where indestructible.

[Clerig Blazer]

He looked to the man in the seat as he sat down in the chair.

"You are correct in your knowledge, I did offer it for him, and as your knowlege serves you I am looking for my daughter, I have no need to be what I am, I only wished to keep her out of this world, only to find out she's traveling with a Dark Elemental. My only daughter, which I have no wish for her to ever be in danger is in the companionship of a possible psychopath, ex mafia male. She had been located in Cabaret, but now that I've placed a slumber on her, her travels may be hindered and she can be found and brought back to her family safely. The information I give the General is for precautionary measures. We elementalists do have measures in place for any members of our race that may become rouge, but the information I give to General Atrax, he can use for his own uses. I am a great judge of character and if you worry that Atrax is a man looking for global domination, or extinction of the supernatural races, I believe is such that you, are wrong. The secret supernatural world needs to become public knowledge."