"The plan" Evander drops an old school thick manilla folder on the ebony marble table, "As you all know by now you have two directors, myself and Ren. I know,some of you are asking yourselves, 'what for.' "The Director opens up the file by the tab and slides photographs across the entire table like he was dealing a deck in an Atlantic City, duplicated copies landing in a pile in front of each member of the team "Exactly a month ago we'd gotten a distress signal from an old world war two frequency, a distress signal, located in Romania. Those are images are what some of the murder cases that have been piling up for the past year. severe slashes to the throat, lacerations across the midsections and back. The caller was speaking loose english, but he no doubt said something about dark magic. We heard snarling, then the line went dead."
" If Warsman is planning something outside of Elysia we need to cut it before it grows. That's why the team of Ren's choice and herself will go down into Romania and shutdown who, or whatever's killing people. The team: Impero, Arashikage, and Ethan Starks." Pulling out the pictures of another case and looking through them while talking "Our contact said the only time he would meet was tomorrow night, and only tomorrow night. You need to move out in six hours or the window closes."
Throwing pictures across the table to the other members revealing old war pictures of a man with a bald head and a long black beard. "This is Grigori Rasputin, he was once the head nazi in the occult. He was recorded as dead, but H.A.R.D. has had different incarnations in the past, we know he never died that night." Throwing another picture down on the table, "This was taken in 62', this in 78', this one in...89'... this one was taken last week. " The picture wasn't a grainy guesstimation, it was without a doubt the supposed dead Gregori cutting open a goat under a full moon with a jagged steel dagger, "This man was the pinnacle of magic energies and it's ditribution. If we can capture him we can get the information we need to even the playing field against Warsman. This team will be me, Creed, Zool, and Agent Forsaken. We'll leave in six hours with the rest and break off for Croatia. "
"There are go bags in your lockers containing blendable clothing, passports, fake I.D.'s and local currency. Keep the objective in mind and protect each other. When we've completed what we set out to do, we'll regroup on the borders of Elysia. Good luck."
6 HOURS LATER
Opening the door to the hangar bay Evander leads his team towards the black stealth jets parked ready to exit, "Ren stay in communication with me every few hours with a status check, we need everybody for this. " Giving a silent nod he leads the team on to the double sized jet, followed in suit as the door closes and the engines fire dark blue, jettisoning from the carrier.
Landing in Croatia was simple, there was miles of flat land in the country side. The ships tail drops to the round and they roll to a full stop. In the distance through the background of a full moon an old half broken castle stands in the distance, a shadowed figure in the stainglass window at the highest spiral, fading away as he realizes he's noticed. "Rasputin... Forsaken, me and you are going to take the front. Zool and Creed, find a side entrance, or make one."
Meanwhile, in the castle
Gregori lays a black circle of sand around the floor of his bed chamber, slowly stepping into the circle and sitting down, cold eyes focused as he begins to chant. "Yaneveit Adregu Degrei, degrei Risa, Risa, Risa!" The ancient forgotten language of the russian pagans filling the cold room. Silent for a long, drawn out moment.
Large crows begin to land on the edge of the window sills. Outside the small moat begins to boil a sickly green, something beneath churning the waves that wasn't there before. Gregori had spent nearly oen hundred years studying magic. He wouldn't go easily.