ALIGHTED FROM A TAXI somewhere admist Kansas City, Missouri at six on a Sunday morning, Remi let out a deep long sigh at the picture before her. An orphanage home with buildings with pointed arches and windows and tall thin pillars sorrounded by an endless flower field that radiated as well thanks to the spring.
It seemed as though the entire architecture was drawn out from the Western Europe 12th century, label design, with an entrance tag with the names, "ST CLAIRE ORPHANAGE."
And supposedly, this place had her next quest.
"Doubts?" If anything asides being perverted, Lycan had also been able to read her thoughts each time she stalled. She would have to wear a serious frown on each quest just to see him lose to what she in mind, but somehow he had always managed to win.
"This place looks scary enough, I bet she's in there." He had likewise surveyed the scene cannily, and hope had let out it's usual beacon in his reddish brown eyes. And by "she", he had referred to a young demigod that had been reported found here by the nature spirits a few days ago.
And even worse, she had been confirmed by Zeus to be his child which was rare enough as the Big Three (Hades, Poseidon and Zeus) barely had human children.
It could however only mean that she was the child of the big prophecy.
The two stood awhile after a few knocks, glancing around for a better view of the place. The barrier was a giant barbed fence and a gate made of the strongest mineral with a lock as powerful and mighty as something that might as well have been created through the joint workmanship of seventy blacksmiths.
Someone approached them from within, a young woman on a black nun dress, holding a rosary. Without giving her the chances to inquire, Remi flipped out her fake credentials, assuming she could actually read them,
"Agent Remi Turner. FBI. We are here based on the lead of our investigation over a missing child."
"A missing child?" The nun glanced up at the skyline of the gothic building ahead of her. She seemed to have gotten a approval from someone because she dug out a large key out of her pockets and opened the lock for their entry. "You may come in."
Remi couldn't believe that had worked, as this was only the first time she was going undercover as an FBI Agent on any of her quest, she had thought that impersonating the law would be almost as hard as breaking into the orphanage through a thick layer of fence.
That however, had she begun considering as her alternative plan before the nun showed up.
The air of the place was a reminder of her past, peaceful and quiet, with no children around to define the purpose of an orphanage. However Remi knew something dangerous was looming around here, and that was not just because the spirits had warned her beforehand, but she could feel it as well.
She had to be careful.
They were led by the nun around the area until they stopped in an office, "Father, we have guests."
"God bless, please have your seat."
The one who was called 'Father' was dressed to identify as a priest. However he looked like someone who had done a two-day tango with the Tasmanian Devil, whiskers bedraggling his face, his hair in spikes from where he had raked it one too many times. No wonder Remi shivered when she saw him, unable to stifle the fear that rattled clear to her toes.
"Agent Remi Turner. FBI." Remi ignored the intimidating picture before her, grabbing for mental purchase. She was once again flipping her fake credentials. "We're here on the investigation of the kidnap and extortion of a minor. We believe you have her."
"I'm convinced you're mistaken officer, because this establishment is strictly and religiously against illegal activities–"
"She bears the name Tori Wilson, deep tone french plait, dark blue eyes?"
The priest looked like he had put her last statement into consideration, as he stroke in chin in thoughts, "I'm afraid no one here matches that description, maybe you should try somewhere else."
Remi smirked, now realizing how bad of a job he was doing trying to make up a lie. "Alright then you wouldn't mind if we did a search just in case, would you?"
"Do you have a–"
"Yes we have a warrant." Lycan butt in, smacking a forged search warrant before the priest's eyes.
"Very well then, it seems I won't be able to let you guys leave now." The priest said with a slight smirk.
Even before Remi couldn't say anything, she felt a sharp sting on her neck, and in sheer panic she turned repulsively to face Lycan. However, he likewise had been impaled with a syringe into his brawn.
"I was hoping we could come to an agreement."
Remi didn't know what this liquid was, but it prevented her whole body from moving. She felt as stiff as ice, and even her mouth had refused to work.
However as sleep clouded her eyes, the last she saw was the devilish grin of the supposed priest as he stared pathetically at her.