Mick felt the smile on his face crack into a glower the moment Richard Greythorne left the room. His soft slamming of the door gave way to a simmering pot of curses let out by Robert O'Learry.
The man could barely keep his cool during the meeting and had to be reminded of his main purpose in his retinue, something that further irked the former. If it was solely reliant on Mick's decision, then he wouldn't even consider letting Robert join the meeting or even leave the headquarters with him.
Alas, with the inherent failsafe protocol in place when Web 5 appeared a few days ago, all field agents outside of the Men of Letters jurisdiction were ordered to be at extreme caution.
Mick felt Sandra tapping his shoulder, so he tuned in to his surroundings only to find Robert mouthing off their only saving grace in this den of wolves. Sandra had a nervous expression on her face as she took out a tablet device and opened a notepad application.
[The Walls Have Ears] She wrote shakily.
Mick's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly composed himself. It was expected that the Druid could somehow sneak in a scrying sigil without them knowing or the supernatural devices in their person glowing with red light.
He wrote on the notepad and showed it to Robert, who, for a moment, stopped his tirade.
[Keep Talking. Walls Have Ears.]
Robert growled, but nodded his head in agreement. He yelled louder as Mick and Sandra worked out how to circumnavigate the scrying sigils without alerting the owners of said sigils.
They had three objectives in coming to the Greythorne Manor.
One was to confirm the killer of the Ancestor, an entity that made the Men of Letters–both the American and British chapter–compromise on a non-aggression pact. Of course, that was made in part due to his family's wealth, influence, and quantity of powerful werewolves.
Second was to confirm whether the family has a connection to otherworld beings, either an angel or a demon would work. The answer to which completely blew out their expectations. Even Robert had to admit that they were in a situation where hostility was detrimental to their status.
The third and most important of them all was pouring a special powder into their water supply, which the members of this manor will drink. Once ingested, the powder will stick to their stomach lining and produce a glow to a certain radial frequency, unseen to the naked and magical eye. The Eye of Akatosh would then use that glow to track and spy on the whereabouts of the members of the family.
[Sandra will plant the powder.] Mick wrote before adding another line, [Stick it to Richard again. One of his men might go for it.]
Robert nodded before slamming his hand against the table and heading towards the door. He pointed towards Mick and threatened to report his actions to the Elders.
"Calm down." Mick said when Robert opened the door and glared at the people behind it.
"Cunts." Robert whispered under his breath, walking past Richard and his guard.
The guard wanted to attack Robert, but halted once Richard raised a finger. "Gordon."
Gordon growled, returning to his seat.
Richard smiled and shook Mick's hand as he left the room, "Are you leaving now? Why don't we have some sandwiches and juice or tea? I don't know what you northerners like."
"I-I would. Just water, please." Sandra raised her hand, eliciting an amused chuckle from Richard.
"Great! Uh, Just straight down the stairs and to the left," He pointed towards the other end of the hall. "You'll see the kitchen."
While Sandra prepared the powder, Mick employed his most powerful weapon in his natural arsenal: talking.
"So, my good man, tell me again how you killed the Ancestor because, frankly, many of the researchers back in HQ are dying for it."
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Irwin watched the representative's car drive off into the horizon with pursed lips. His crinkled eyes betrayed the amusement coursing through his body.
They had left the manor thinking that their operation, although beginning with a rocky start, had gone off with great success. Not only did they confirm that he was skilled enough to decimate a werewolf of the Ancestor's prowess, they also confirmed that Lady Anastasia and Archibald Greythorne had passed down the command of the clan to Irwin.
Sure, the Greythorne Clan had little to no fighting members, just the resources and knowledge stored within the clan alone could make them the single most dangerous enemy in Northern America.
He turned inwards, entering the study to meet his men. Gordon and Garth sat on the office chair opposite the table, while Andy–recently awoken from his 'sleepover' in Cherry Greene's apartment–lay like a dead cat on the couch next to the bookshelf.
Irwin kicked Andy's shin, waking him up. "What did you find?"
"Ugh, man. I think she's trained not to be brainwashed 'cause it took me a while to get through her." Andy groaned, massaging his forehead in pain. "Anyway, uh, she was going to put this in our water…"
He took out a vial filled with a glowing silver powder, which he threw towards Irwin. "It sticks to our stomach and they, like, use a satellite with a kind of supernatural X-ray and they track us with it."
A series of groans and chuckles resounded across the room with Garth silently cursing before taking out C-note and handing it to Gordon. Irwin cursed aloud when he flicked a smaller bill to Gordon and Garth.
"What did you plant in her?" Irwin asked.
"Told her to report back by secretly sending a text message through the prepaid number. I don't know if this will work, but I asked her to delete and forget the texts she sent us." Andy replied, shrugging his shoulders at the last part.
"That's good enough. You can go back to Cherry and, by the way, tell her sister that I'll meet her tomorrow, alright?" When Andy nodded which made Irwin turn towards the other two. "Garth, why are you still here?"
"Oh, me? Dude, I just came back. I was there for two days. Nothing much happened. Although two dudes kept coming back and asking for you." Garth said, mentioning the Winchesters.
"Alright, well, go back and stay there for a while. I'll be heading there in a week," Irwin shooed away Garth, which he did reluctantly. "Somebody told me that you captured a Child?"
Gordon perked up once Azazel's Children were mentioned. "Yeah. Found three, actually. A blonde girl, but damn Winchesters got to her first. I figured you wouldn't want those sons of bitches dead?"
"That would be correct." Irwin said, not mentioning that they would probably come back to life if Gordon ever managed to kill the two. "You only brought back one?"
"Messed-up kid with lightning powers. Had to get him through his therapist's office, though." Gordon shook his head. "The other one went missing for a few weeks before reappearing somewhere in Ontario a week ago. Something's up with that, so I might need back-up."
"That's alright. We don't need them anymore." Irwin's words brought a surprised expression on Gordon's face. "Too much work to acquire them and train them to be a fighting force. We're shifting our focus to hunters now."
"Good choice. Go American or go home." Gordon remarked, "I have a friend, little kooky, but he's a damn good hunter. Want him?"
'Fuck me, if he's kooky, then what the fuck are you?' Irwin quickly removed the inward groan from his head before nodding along. "Yeah, bring him in later. For now, I need you to prepare the two prisoners. Make them malleable enough for me."
"You want Clockwork Orange or Videodrome?" Gordon asked for confirmation, not at all hesitant to participate in torture.
"Do what you can in four or five days." Irwin replied, already turning his attention towards the paperwork. "Oh, and Gordon…"
"Yeah?"
"Please call in Archibald. We have stuff to work out."