Dr. Vott footsteps echoed in the dark hallway lit only by torches, Spen closely following him, his hands in his pockets. Dr. Vott checked the holo image of tab that was in front of him, going through each and every data that was listed in it, making sure that it was as current as possible. Satisfied, he clasped his hands, the tab disappearing, revealing what appeared to be a purple visor in the dark.
"Xenon, its been a while." Dr. Vott said.
{Indeed} Xenon said {I hope your assignment went well.}
"Perfectly." Dr. Vott said, "Almost too easy if I do say so myself. By the looks of it you too went one yourself."
{I did.} Xenon said, {Nothing serious though, just an observation assignment.}
The two continued to converse as they walked across the hallway, reaching a large door. Dr. Vott nodded to Spen, who walked away turning to his right, into another dark corridor. Taking a deep breath, Dr. Vott opened the door. The room was brighter, lit a large window that captured the setting sun. In its center was a large table, with seats arranged all around it. Individuals were already seated, with four chairs empty: theirs and the ones at the head of the table.
"Good evening, fellow ladies and gentlemen," Dr. Vott greeted.
"Ugh, enough with the formalities bruv." A muscular man said. He had feet crossed on the table, wearing a white long sleeveless coat. He wore shades and had short silver hair and wrinkles on his face. His name was Theodore Momota. General Theodore Momota.
"Oh c'mon," a feminine voice lashed out at Momota. "It was only a greeting." The voice belonged to Hikone Bayt'hoven, seated across from Momota. She sported a long white coated and black tight trousers and her her was light blue, contrasting her scarlet eyes. She sat beside her husband and fellow member, Joseph Bayt'hoven. His eye patch was fake, having a purple circle on it which imitated an eye. He seemed nonchalant, on acknowledging Xenon's presence when he sat beside him. His attention returned to the Rubik cube in his hands.
"Buzz off, girl." Momota said, "Just tired of all the greetings and all. Bloody gets on my nerves.
"Then you could ignore it." Desmond Scheibe said, his usual eerie smile on his face. Desmond wore the same attire as Momota, His long gray hair that almost covered his slit eyes and his mouth that was always shaped in a permanent smile always threw Dr. Vott off. It was hard to tell what he was thinking. The expression on his face now was always the same for Desmond on any day, whether bright or dark.
Beside him was Luke Dark, their newest recruit among the upper echelon (In almost ten years.) The mask he wore covered his nose and mouth, leaving his eyes and his dark blue hair bare. There were burn marks that run across his body from his head to his toe, a tragic accident that left a mark far deeper than scars on his body.
Dr. Vott took his seat, facing his one and only mentor, Dr. Gerald Tason. He seemed lost in his own world, reading a book on the daemon anatomy. He glanced at Dr. Vott momentarily, sighing as he returned to his book.
"You are two days late." He said, his voice filled with command and wisdom.
"We were delayed."
"Interesting. Since when has Spen ever slowed you down. Or was it that you decided to engage in a matter that did not concern you."
"We only decided to kill a few daemon. Besides, there weren't inquisitors around."
"I see."
The doors burst open, revealing to figures, a man and a woman. The woman wore a tight black suit and a long white cape. She had long purplish black hair that reached all the way down to her back and her golden red eyes reflected in the dark hallway. But the aura of the masked man was too distracting for anyone to really admire her beauty.
He wore the same outfit as Dr. Gerald Tason, but he donned a black mask that covered his entire visage. He emitted a dark aura as he took his seat, a cold chair settling in the room.
"Good evening," He said, his deep voice deepened by the mask he wore, "Shall we begin today's meeting."