acontritemess | I came to say hello.

I came to say hello.

[A lot is changing for Enis in a very short period of time. Freedom has its own cost and she's paying for it in full. With her fathers current work destroyed and his notes locked within her head she takes flight with a few samples and materials. Her destination is Seattle.

When she arrives she's wearing a black tank top, dark jeans and combat boots. She's never been allowed the chance to have style and despite the amount of cleavage showing, getting into this club in a usual way would be difficult. Vibrant blue eyes stare at the guard at the door as she steps forward. There is a large black dufflebag in her hand and she walks with the sort of confidence that many yearn for. Enis pauses in front of the werewolf, her expression serious.]

James Taylor, Born in 1982 in Asheville North Carolina, Social Security number 116-47-4831. I am here to see Clayton Young.

Take me to him.

[Her voice is firm and only loud enough for her and the werewolf to hear. She isn't going to broadcast any information about him unless he gives her trouble.]

Or do I need to tell you about your boss too?

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[Enis flashes him a smile before reaching behind her and pulling a gun from her hip. She hands it to him, making a show of the fact that her finger isn't near the trigger, as she walks passed him.]

Thank you. I'll be back for that.

[She doesn't hesitate as she walks inside. She ignores the hostess who watches her as she steps towards the back of the club and then ignores the bar tender. While her expression is calm her chip is running, pulling up escape routs as well as information about the personnel of the club.

When she gets to the bottom of the steps she stops. If anything she's good at following directions.]

[From the security room upstairs, Clay watches the woman enter. She has a purposeful gait. She's here for one thing, one thing only, and she either not paid to be subtle or she's working on her own and doesn't give a shit about whether or not she's obvious.

Which means she's not an assassin. He heads downstairs to hold up his end of the deal.]

A little birdy told me you were looking for Clayton Young.

[He speaks once he reaches the mid-way landing. Once he was close enough to her, her mind threw him off. There was something seriously fucked up about this chick.]

[Enis looks up at him and releases a slow breath. Clayton young, 8576690ZED, she knows about him. She even remembers him but that information will do little to help her now.]

Don't shit with me Clay. [Her eyes narrow up at him.] We need to talk in private.

[Her tone is steady but things are not okay. A small part of her wonders if he remembers those months where he was sedated and tested but she isn't about to be the one to remind him of it.]

[He narrows his eyes right back at her, glaring down at her.]

Only my friends get to call me Clay, sweetheart. You want privacy, fine, but we're not friends.

[He turns and heads back up the stairs to the security room, lined with banks of computer screens, showing realtime feeds from all their security cameras, and the one-way windows that overlooked the club floor below. He heads inside, holding the door for her and locking it behind them both, then motions to a chair in front of a control console.]

Name first.

Well the video's suggest otherwise Clayton.

[Enis follows behind him, her eyes gauging his reactions with a passing interest as they move inside. She places her bag on the chair. She isn't really interested in appearing to be any shorter.]

I am Enis Edrin.

[Her hands lightly rest on her hips as she turns towards him. She isn't afraid of his stature or of death. Her death would be a blessing but it'd have to wait until after this.]

I am here to talk to you about Frederick Sameel and his projects.

[He files her name away for future reference, his expression darkening at the mention of Sameel, his eyes emotionless, blank.]

What about him, Enis?

Since you were kind enough to kill him. [She begins in a very no-nonsense tone, moving to the black duffle. She zips it open and then steps away allowing Clayton to see inside.]

At least 5 of his projects no longer have someone controlling them while the others have been sold doing god knows what.

I have information to track them down but I can't kill them. That's where you come in. This is what's left of his research and at most it's data and blood samples that might help us track anyone I can't find.

[Clay nods, looking at the Duffel bag, then back to this girl, reaching for it and zipping it back up.]

And I should just take all this in stride, Enis Edrin? I work alone.

You need me.

[Her arms cross in front of her as she glares up at Clay.]

The exact locations are in my head. If you want them then I am helping. It's my fathers fucked up work that's out there and I want them put down. You got out, I don't know how and I don't really care but I know you're strong enough.

The soldiers after you were stronger. Can you handle it?

I don't need anyone. [That wasn't precisely true, but Clay's pride wouldn't let him admit otherwise, at least not to her.]

But the information's useful. It'll make this quick. [He smirks slightly.] I've got a lot more than freak enhancements that make me stronger.

[Enis levels a glare at him.]

Fine but you're stuck with me for now.

[She isn't going to walk away from this and while she needs help she can fine it elsewhere. She knows where they are and she can't do anything about it. She doesn't know what to do with this freedom and so her first step is to stop her fathers projects.

This is all assuming she gets out of this alive.]

[Clay crosses his arms, just regarding this newcomer for a moment before shrugging.]

Fair enough. What's our next step?

[Enis relaxes at his reluctant acceptance. She doesn't care how she's involved as long as she can help put an end to the monsters her fathers created. When that's done she just needs to find someone to do the same for her. His data can't live and she can't delete it due to the safety protocols he's installed. It is perhaps a blessing that he doesn't ask anything more about her. She doesn't what her own particularities to become common knowledge, at least not yet. She won't be used as a tool anymore.

She steps towards the Duffle bag and pulls out a small tablet. This isn't her dedicated access point but it'll do for what she has to show him. She flips the screen around watching as the blue screen loads the few apps that are on the device. She swipes an app labeled 'Edrin' which then pulls up a black screen. She then hands it to Clay to look at.]

Our first target is a pair. They were injected with the same serums and were supposed to be the start of a new race. Martin Borror and his wife Kellye Gilland [The screen flickers and two images as well as a short description appear for Clay to read.] They are both legally dead according to the state and often travel under fake names. Kellye isn't able to reproduce and my father considered them a failure though they have werewolf DNA in them so they were reprocessed to become soldiers. They are currently located in Kansas City and...

[Enis suddenly looks uncomfortable, her eyes are diverted to the screens displaying those in the club below.] They've been kidnapping young children who are never found again. [She doesn't need her imagination to guess what they are doing with them.]

There are currently 8 victims but they're random enough that the police have yet to connect the cases. [As far as the world is concerned they're just missing.]

We should leave as soon as you are able.

[The images flashed across the screen, and his keen mind memorized the faces, the names, the locations. Movements. Everything the tablet displayed about them. His training ensured he'd remember them when the time was right. The same familiar coldness was creeping into his mind, the cool calculations, mapping out a mode of attack even after learning about the children this couple had taken.

If they'd been young enough and they were still alive, no one would be able to consider them human any longer. They were part of the problem. A distant voice in his mind cringed at the thought, but it was quiet and easily ignored. That hadn't changed. He wasn't sure if he was happy about that or not, but in this mode, he had difficulty feeling happy or sad. It was almost a comfort.]

What traits do they share with werewolves? Weakness to silver?

[Enis watches him, remembering the tests and the results. Clayton is one of his fathers later works and the most successful from his group. She hasn't seen him in action in a very long time. Her records only go up to when he was sold. After that is only bits and pieces of Amadeus's activities.]

No weaknesses.

[She watches him with a distant curiosity.]

The only plus is that they can't reproduce. We'll have to cut off their heads to kill them and their strength is most likely equal to yours. They hunt as a pack, you won't be able to take them down alone.

What do they do with the children?

[Animals don't kidnap. That's a distinctly human trait. If they have traits human enough to do that, he can effect them.]

We'll find out when we get there but judging from their activity...

[Enis pauses, her expression growing distant. The screen in Clay's hand goes black as she begins filtering through data. After a minute she blinks, her expression regaining it's usual composure.]

They're eating patterns suggest that the children are already dead. Most likely outcome is that they were used as a food source. Judging on their last psyche evals. [Her brows furrow slightly.] Sadistic tendencies in both...

[He nods. He actually hadn't been expecting anything else.]

Get me a report on their last known location. I have arrangements to make.

[Enis eyes him curiously before nodding her head once.]

I'll be back tomorrow night with your report.

[She has to get her laptop if she's going to put anything together on these two and her laptop is safely hidden away.]

[He nods again, moving to the door to the security room and unlocking it.]

Do you want to meet here or another location?

Here is probably the most secure location in the area.

[If what she's picked up has anything to say about it.]

Unless there is a reason to met somewhere else?

[He nods.]

Here it is, then. The club opens at sundown, but it would be better if you stopped by earlier. I'm not on the clock until then.

I'll be here before sundown.

[She smiles enjoying the pretense of the club.]

I'll be going for tonight. I'll leave the bag under one condition.

[Enis doesn't think that he'll mind.]

You keep it to yourself. I don't need these blood samples getting out. When we're done I am going to destroy them. [She doesn't want his work repeated and she doesn't think that Clay will mind.]

[He nods.] My girlfriend trusts me. If I tell her I'll let her know if it becomes important, she'll accept it.

[And that is literally the only person he would be concerned about knowing what he's up to.]

[Enis nods and then turns towards the door. She doesn't need permission to leave, their conversation is over. She pulls the door open, pausing to look back at Clay.]

Oh, it's nice to see you again.

[It's nice to see that he's sane. It's a strange sense of hope considering her own condition.]

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