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Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlines	By : devilsdoormat Category: +S to Z > Vampire Hunter D Views: 1731 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Vampire Hunter D is obviously not my original property. I will make no money and benefit only emotionally from sharing. The title character, D, is pulled from both animated movies and not from the manga.

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The streets were sleeping, the sky dark and without stars. The town was quiet save for the sound of electrical lines humming. There was a network of cables between some houses and businesses, but not every building was connected. The homes were old, the mortar beginning to show wear and the bricks cracking at the foundation. The glass of the windows were foggy and old regardless of the type of building. The roads were cobblestone but poorly cared for.

It wasn't a large town, but there were many homes and businesses all compiled in one location, a few farms off in the distance. On either side, very far off, the hazy blackness crept in.

The windows reflected no light that night.

One window stood out from all of the others, as there was candle burning within that room. It was a window on the third floor of a more elegant, better maintained villa which stood alone along an otherwise unbroken chain of tall and crooked row homes. On the door there was a lovely cursive name, 'HOLLOWAY'.

A man sat awake in his high back chair, staring off into the corner of this illuminated room. The flame from the candle sent shadows running behind bookshelves and a pool table, a writing desk and a lounge chair. The tall, white tapered candle had been set in a short glass dish, steadied by tiny dark stones, in the center of the writing desk itself. The shadows danced across the man's face as well, his tired eyes lost. He wasn't a young man, but neither was he old, his face clean shaven and his clothing very popular with the noble and well-to-do. He had a ruffled collar and tight black vest. His brown hair was slightly tousled but otherwise kept short and combed over on one side. He was slender, quite handsome in his own right despite the hollow stare in his brown eyes. The man looked empty, as though he'd poured every bit of himself out just before.

The flame crackled.

"Is.. is that all, sir?" A meek male voice came from the writing desk beside him, "May.. may I go now?"

The nobleman smiled, his teeth perfect and straight if not a bit too large for his mouth. His eyes closed and he shook his head, bringing his hands to his face.

"I want it telegraphed out immediately." The slender and wealthy looking gentleman chuckled, but there was no amusement in his voice.

"Nn-uh.. Sir? The telegraph office, it isn't open at this hour." The other male voice sounded nervous and weak, the tone cracking.

"Did you hear me?! Did you hear what I said?!" The nobleman jumped to his feet, rage taking his entire face as he faced the source of the smaller voice, "I need this telegraphed out now!"

"B-but! No one will.. no one will be.." The other man was standing, visible in the light of the candle as he stepped forward. He was clutching a briefcase as if it were a shield, placed between them to perhaps save his life in the very near future, "No one will be at the office, Lord Holloway!"

"Then wake him up! Go to his house! Slam your pathetic fists on the door, Marley! Wake that bastard up and have him send this out right away!" The man called Holloway was almost screaming, his cheeks turning a nasty purple shade, "What are you doing still standing there?! Go!"

"I.. I.." Marley scrambled away from the other man and went to the door, standing still like a frozen rabbit aware of the owl swooping above it, "Yes, yes, Sir!"

"I want it out now." Holloway repeated, but he'd lost his wind. He leaned on the writing desk nearby, almost stumbling before he caught himself and began to chuckle again, "Verbatim. It has to be perfect. Go. Go on."

Marley swallowed and nodded his head. His thick glasses reflected the burning of the candle, his weak jaw working silently as though he were considering a parting word. Marley chose otherwise however, not saying a thing before he turned away and left the room.

Holloway went to the foggy window and waited. He watched the smaller, more delicate man stepping into the front yard after hearing the front door click closed. Holloway watched the man turn to look back at the house before making off like a bandit in the direction of the telegraph office.

Soon, Holloway was completely alone with the burning candle.

The light shifted, a blue tint overtaking the room.

"Did I do well?" The man asked, still looking out into the dark town.

A small, feminine hand slid over his chest from behind him and Holloway smiled, lowering his head.

***

The building had a huge sign on the front which simply read "DEPUTY" and "HUB", one huge word above the other. The windows were old and foggy, dust and grit clinging to the wood and brick exterior. It was an older structure, recently reinforced, and the door was a dull green.

The door was opened, creaking loudly, but it didn't rouse the sleeping, older fellow who was hunched over his desk with his head in his arms, white hair all that was visible. He was snoring softly, the rest of the room filled with cabinets, another desk and a telegraph machine with a long message having come through and been left near it. There was an old style phone, though it was only local for sure. The walkie was more long distance, but had been left unplugged and laying on a table in the far corner. The floor was cheaply made and squeaked as booted feet stepped on it. There were three sets of boots.

The door was shut carefully, quietly.

"Ok, Larry, what is it, old fella?" A deep, throaty voice surprised the sleeping fellow at the desk and he was jostled awake, grabbing for a stack of papers to his right. He grabbed for a paper and blinked up at the people standing in front of him, "Seemed so intent on findin' me, it's gotta be something big."

The fellow at the desk blinked at the man in front of him and then grinned. He lifted a piece of paper up and offered it.

"This is why I had you summoned. You are pretty hard to find, Renshen Bui." The man was much older, wearing glasses, and some of his teeth were obviously metallic, "I saw this and I knew you'd be interested."

The one called Renshen Bui leaned down and took the paper, lifting it and reading it. Another man was behind him, peering up and trying to read along with him.

"50 Million for the death of the vampire, Raziel Morrow.
Flat Green in the Southern farmlands is where you will meet my contact.
See Lord Xander Holloway in St. Pietre's Hamlet, 4th and Allison for total reward when job is completed.
All hunters welcome, no exceptions. You will be greeted as ally:

For fifteen years we have suffered at the hands of this beast, our village too poor to hire a hunter. I have returned the St. Pietre's Hamlet a very wealthy man, all for the singular purpose of saving what is left and avenging what we have lost. .

If you have not heard of our plight it is most likely because St. Pietre's Hamlet is a secluded village in the northern hills, near the Cold Plains and the Black Mountains. Life had been peaceful for centuries. Then, fifteen years ago, we were attacked by a truly terrible fiend, Raziel Morrow. The vampire had taken up in Thanos Castle, deep in the mountains.

Three days ago, a massive labyrinth appeared around the castle. The monster must know that we are calling for help. We need the best and we will pay greatly. We are desperate and have lost so many.

We are only reachable by way of the Morrow Valley pass or the deadly and treacherous swamps of Shangor. There are no other ways. It is a long and arduous journey, and the vampire has employed the Barbaroi as his guards. There are many risks. That is why I am paying the bounty you see in my letter.

I am begging you, any hunter, to come to our aid. I will refill your supplies, pay for any repairs you may need to equipment or weapons. You will have every freedom in St. Pietre's Hamlet when you arrive. I will be sending a representative to Flat Green. See him for the down payment. His name is Marley Kendle.

Lord Xander Holloway"

"Guy sent a novel." Renshen muttered, squinting his eyes, "A 'Please help, kill vampire, this much money, this is where' woulda worked much better. But he's a rich guy, right? Self important."

"Fifty million?" A slender, dirty blonde man with an eye patch stated excitedly. He grabbed at the paper, nearly tearing it from the hand of the man called Renshen Bui. This man was younger, more toned but a bit shorter than his partner, "Holy shit! Lookit that! Fifty fuckin' mill!"

"Yup, that's a pretty big number, Tengen." The taller, more muscular man smirked and pulled the paper away from the other. Renshen was perhaps in his late fifties, his hair turning white at the temples and his short beard marred with gray and light auburn. He had a scar across his face where his cheek met the corner of his mouth, as though someone had tried to extend his smile at one point in the distant past. Renshen Bui was over six foot tall, broad shouldered and wore a cap on his head to cover his widows peak of auburn and white hair. In his sleeveless black vest and his tactical gear, Renshen Bui was an intimidating force to behold, his bo-staff with the twin ax blades at each end glinting in the sunlight drifting through the cracked windows, "But where's this representative, hm? In Flat Green? Wonder if the guy even made it there."

"Doubtful." A younger woman in all black came up beside Renshen, her height far below his, and flicked her pure white hair away from her lovely peach toned face. Her eyes were large and the color of jade. She would have been nearly perfect save for the dark circles under those eyes, "If there are Barbaroi involved in this, I'll put money on the guy never even making it out of that town."

"You and your gambling, Val." The younger man with the dirty blonde hair snickered.

"Quiet, you two." Renshen scolded them, "When did this arrive in, Larry?"

"Oh, about a week ago." The man behind the desk named Larry replied, shrugging, "And you aren't the first to respond. You are the first to look interested though. I must say, it was almost funny to see the faces of the other hunters who read that telegraph. Almost hilarious. I'm sure they considered it for a second before deciding it was too dangerous, what with the distance and the danger. But not you, right? Not Renshen Bui and his little gang of orphans."

"Heh." Renshen coughed, taking out a small, blue box from his vest breast pocket and slipping out a cigarette. He lit it up and took a deep inhalation before letting the smoke escape as he continued to speak, "I bet you thought of us right away, didn't you, Larry? No wonder you sent Lars out into the waste to find us. I think he nearly died. You'd better be nicer to your son, old man. Children are a blessing."

"I know it." Larry chuckled before sipping from a large mug, "I never give Lars more than he can handle."

"So what's this St. Pietre's Hamlet anyway?" Tengen asked.

"It's our last stop apparently, Tengen." The woman called Val placed her hands on her hips, her fingers near the holsters of twin pistols hanging from her black belt, "We only go there once we have the proof of death."

"And this Thanos Castle?" Tengen pushed his duster back so he might jam his gloved hands into his pockets. His twin swords were visible in their sheaths, "Never even heard of it."

"I've never heard of any of these places either." Larry admitted, "But perhaps it's worth it to see the representative regardless. If they've been trapped up there for years, no one would have known. Can you imagine that? Living in a bubble?"

"Give me the open road any day." A low, gruff voice entered the room and another man, almost as tall as Renshen Bui strolled into the room. He was nearly as young as Tengen by the looks of him, but with jet black hair pulled back into a tight ponytail and tan skin. His eyes were exotic and almond shaped, his ears and nose pierced with metal hoops. He was a strong, thickly built man with a vest very similar to Renshen's, but was wearing far less tactical gear. A musket was strapped to his back, visible when he turned around to point at the door. His bare arms were tattooed with many tribal symbols, spirals and soft circles, "Speakin' of which, if you guys are done your chit-chattin', the girl's full of fuel and ready to go. I needed to take a look at her struts though. She's bouncin' like a pair'a ti-"

"You're disgusting, Gencho Jones." Val snapped, "Knock it off."

"We can't all be classy ladies like you, Valeria Talbot." Gencho grinned ear to ear, showing off a gold tooth in the process, "I'm a pretty low down whore myself."

"Hah!" Tengen walked up beside Gencho and gave the thicker man a hard elbow to the side, "Don't offend the sorceress or she'll cast that silent spell on you again, Gencho!"

"Heh, yeah. I remember that." Gencho chuckled, "Didn't last very long did it though, Snowflake?"

"Shut the fuck up, you pricks." Valeria flipped them off.

"The joys of parenting." Larry smiled, winking at Renshen.

"It isn't so much parenting as it is damage control. Shut up, all of you. Get frosty and get your heads in the game. I've decided that we're going to Flat Green. I want you lookin' professional for the representative at least. I want the down payment for this job." Renshen turned to the three younger hunters standing behind him, "If I have to twist your ears, I will."

"Settle down, dad." Tengen held his hands up, palms out, "Sorry. We're good."

"Better be." Renshen pointed a huge finger in Tengen's face, "You may not be my flesh and blood, but you're my kids. And I won't think twice about reminding you who's in charge. Got that?"

"Yeah. Got it." Valeria exhaled and sashayed her way to the door, throwing her hips widely back and forth as she walked in her long black boots with their deadly heels, "For the record, it was all Gencho."

"Don't put the blame on me, Snowflake." Gencho muttered as he followed after her.

"The worst part is-" Tengen said, stepping backward toward the door, "I'm the best behaved."

Renshen exhaled and shook his head.

Soon, it was only the old man at the desk and Renshen Bui left in the room.

"They prepared for a job this big, Ren?" Larry asked him, taking off his glasses and folding them between his fingers.

"Yup. Just.." Renshen chuckled, "I just gotta keep them under control. They're great hunters, Larry. We've brought in more than a few bounties already. Took down a vamp in the Blacklands a month ago. Before that, a werewolf in Ash Town. We've tangled with the Barbaroi once.."

"Still, Ren. This vampire sounds different. Be careful, old friend." Larry said, "Times have changed since I was in the business, so long ago now."

"Not as much as you'd think." Renshen smirked, "I've never had a bloodsucker surprise me, if that's what you mean. Not in the thirty plus years I've been doing this. The kids are an asset, even if they're also pains in the ass sometimes. When it comes down to it, they don't mess around."

"I meant more for you, Renshen Bui." Larry pointed at him, "You're not young anymore. You've got them kids to watch your back, but you'd better remember that vampires don't slow down with age. They get faster."

"Now that's some pep talk." Renshen grinned and showed teeth, "I get it, Larry, and I'm good. Trust and believe that when the time comes for me to retire I'll happily settle down in an old, dusty town like this and be the guy who solicits for hunters instead. When the kids are ready to be on their own and I don't have anything left in me, I'll be right here with yah in this office."

"I'll be dead by the time you call it quits, Ren." Larry laughed, "Now you look here, if you need anything before you leave town, you make sure to stop by and see Lars."

"I think we're well packed, old friend. But thank you." Renshen smiled, "See you around."

"You keep them kids in line now. And yourself." Larry waved as the other man left his office.

The doors shut, creaking loudly.

"As if that's possible.." Larry smirked, quietly muttering under his breath before returning to his nap.

***

It was mid day, a warm afternoon. There was a pleasant breeze on the hill.

The little brunette girl was kneeling in the grass in front of the make shift grave marker. Two thick beams of wood had been woven together to form a cross, the twine strong and firm. The girl had a long ponytail, hanging down to the middle of her back, and and she hunched over, her palms pressed together. In her hearty boots, overalls and black tee-shirt, she was obviously a farmer's child. There were few dresses in her closet and she wouldn't have wanted to wear them anyway. She was smudged with dirt and dust, kneeling in the fresh, young grass. She had to be around ten years old.

"Daddy?" The little girl asked.

"Yeah, Olivia?" Renshen came up beside her and dropped down to his knees at the grave site.

"Mom wouldn't want you to cry so much for her. She's in a better place now." The little girl told him and looked up to his face.

"I know, baby girl." Renshen responded, but felt that his words sounded hollow. He spared a glance down at his own hands, so much younger than he remembered them being. A twenty-eight year old man's hands. Calloused from hard work but not thick at the knuckles yet.

His hair was still auburn, short cropped under his cap. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a button up flannel shirt, red and black in intersecting stripes. He towered over the girl, kneeling next to her on a warm day, the afternoon passing slowly.

"Is it true that you want to go with Mr. Barrows to hunt and kill the vampire that attacked our village, daddy?" Olivia asked him.

"It is true." Renshen replied.

"Can I come?" She asked him.

"No, Olivia. It would be too dangerous. You have to stay here with Mrs. Barrows." Renshen said to her.

"It isn't fair! Lars gets to go!" Olivia exclaimed. Tears began to stand in her big, blue eyes.

"Lars is a man now." Renshen closed his eyes. He couldn't look at her.

"So what?" Olivia was standing, balling her little fists, "I can help!"

"That thing killed your mother, many others-" Renshen began.

"That's right! It killed my mom! I want to come too!" Olivia cried.

"You can't, Olivia." Renshen repeated. He still couldn't bring himself to look at the girl.

"It's not fair! It's not fair! I loved her too!" Olivia said, her tone angry.

When Renshen did look at his daughter he saw that her tears were still well kept, threatening to spill but not having stained her red cheeks yet. She wouldn't let them. Not even at ten years old, she wouldn't let her tears drop down. She was shaking, her brown bangs hanging in her face. Her freckles stood out as her cheeks burned.

He studied her face and, suddenly they were walking together somewhere completely different. They were in the dark and dismal town of Eshers, the fog so thick and murky that he could have cut it with a knife.

They were walking side by side, passing smashed buildings and destroyed businesses. A church was a long ruined mess a block up, burned down ages ago. It was night, but there were no stars. No moon. It was only silence and a deserted town, stone foundations turned to rubble and wooden structures ripped to shreds like they'd been made from hay.

But Olivia was much older now. She was eighteen. The girl was a woman, her long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail and her black jacket hiding many more weapons than she was currently brandishing. A silver cross glimmered around her throat, hanging from a thin chain. Her boots were silent on the cobblestone streets.

They moved as a unit of two, scouting the area out.

There was a crunching noise and they both froze to the spot.

"Sounds like we're not alone, dad." Olivia smiled at him.

Something shook the earth and Renshen was startled awake.

He'd been sleeping, his temple to the window, in the seat of the Bella. That's what they'd named the car, a huge tank of a vehicle with bus seats, beds and their own personal armory. There was a bathroom with a tiny cleaning station in a small room in the back and a pantry lined with cans of food all kept strapped carefully to the shelves.

The Bella had come to a stop, pulled up outside of a town.

"Wakey wakey, Renshen." Tengen called out, "Looks like we're in Flat Green."

"Mm? Was I out for that long?" Renshen asked.

"Yeah, so that just means you get next driving duty." Tengen chuckled.

"Hell no, only I drive the girl." Gencho spoke up, "Uh, no offense, Renshen."

"I drive Bella when you've been drinking." Renshen stretched and pulled himself to his feet. He felt old again, shaking the dreams from his recent memory.

"And you notice that I haven't been drinking?" Gencho smirked, locking the drive functions and standing as well, "I told you, I'm the permanent pilot of this luscious, full figured lady."

"There is something very wrong with you, Gencho Jones." Val commented, opening the side hatch of the large car. The breeze filled the vehicle immediately, "It's a car. We ride around in it."

"Aw, don't listen to her, baby." Gencho cuddled up to the steering wheel and rubbed his cheek against the cool rubber of the grips, "She's just jealous."

"It explains your taste in women at least." Val smirked.

"You mean wanting a good ride?" Gencho parted his lips, grinning, and stuck his tongue to expose the metal ball of his tongue ring.

Val scoffed, shaking her head, and stepped out into the bright, sunny streets.

"Speakin' of which, eh, you think they got a, y'know.." Tengen began to pose a question, carefully moving his hands in the air, "..lady.. house.. In Flat Green?"

"Don't waste your money there again, Tengen Hai." Renshen muttered and was the second to exit the vehicle.

"Yeah, it's not worth it for the time you'd put in." Gencho grinned and stepped around Tengen, leaving the Bella and joining the others.

"Yea, I guess not, but.. wait.. Wait a fuckin' sec. What's that supposed to mean?" Tengen turned, left the vehicle and ran into Gencho, who was laughing hard and loud.

Gencho was locking the vehicle up, still laughing, as Tengen eyed him and crossed his arms across his chest. Tengen was shorter than Gencho and when they came face to face Gencho looked down at him and smirked.

"Aw, don't look so sour, Tengen." Gencho was still containing his mirth behind his teeth, "I'm just kiddin' around. Get a grip."

"Com'on, boys. Business faces." Renshen snapped his fingers at them, "You too, Val. Cold and stony, got it? Make yourselves presentable. We've gotta find this Marley Kendle guy."

Val rolled her shoulders and cracked her neck, fixing her hair soon after with black gloved fingers. She straightened the collar of her black coat and adjusted her belt, making her silver pistols more visible.

Gencho tightened the strap for his musket holder at his massive shoulder, his black vest worn under it. He cracked his knuckles, looking at Val, and then, taking his hands, placed them on his own jaw and violently cracked his neck, the sound much louder.

Tengen exhaled, ran a palm over his short, dirty blonde hair and then placed his hands on his hips. That was all that he did, and he grinned from ear to ear before turning back to Renshen. He raised both eyebrows though only one eye was visible, the other hidden by the eye patch.

"Good enough." Renshen said, managing a weak smile, "Let's go."

***

They'd made a straight line for the nearest courthouse, the band moving together as one down the compacted dirt of the street. True to name, the town was a small patch of civilization surrounded by seemingly endless flat plains of grass and farmlands. This was a safer place, obviously, and Renshen was aware of the many men perched atop the buildings and and houses he saw in the town. They were all armed, he was sure of that, and he felt their heavy stares as they walked.

Those men looked nervous, but Renshen knew they had no reason to be anxious over seeing a pack of hunters in their midst. A hunter wasn't typically treated with suspicion, though some townies might become intimidated when presented with their line of work. Still, other hunters had a way of abusing their reputations and Renshen wondered if they'd ever had a bad experience with a show off or a particularly lewd bunch of younger, more headstrong mercenaries.

There were only a few people in the town despite it being midday. There were dressed as farmers, laborers and construction workers. A hardy type of folk. Most of the movement that Renshen spotted happened at windows where he caught the nervous glances of people peering out at them.

They were passing small businesses, bakeries, a notary, a clothing store and a market. Homes, multiple floor buildings, a bar and many other small town stores.

"Hell'uva welcome." Tengen whispered to Val.

"I wasn't expecting a party, but this is.. weird." Val replied to him.

"Huh.. Well, there yah go." Renshen had his unasked question answered when he spotted the movement far ahead, at the courthouse.

There were several armed men on the ground, standing by carriages and anxious horses. There was another car, much smaller than theirs, parked near the courthouse steps and a huge, black horse tied to the post. But it wasn't a real, flesh and blood horse. It was one of those cybernetic, very expensive beasts that Renshen had often seen for sale but had never even considered purchasing. What was the point of it? Yes, it could go for longer, didn't require food or sleep and had a very long lifespan but it wasn't the real deal, was it? It didn't have a soul and it didn't emote. It was an organic computer in the shape of a horse and it made him feel uncomfortable when he saw it.

What made him even more uncomfortable was the tall, dark man stepping down the courthouse stairs, untying the horse from the post and mounting it. The armed men standing close were equally intent upon the man, at the ready to fire if he even made a false start toward them.

There was a long sword strapped to the man's back, a travelers hat hiding most of his face. Renshen could see long, dark hair and black armor. Slightly pointed ears, he wasn't human. He was tall. Taller than Renshen himself, he was sure, though probably not by much. It was the striking fluidity of the man's movements that took Renshen by surprise and the way that he sped off on the black, biomechanical horse almost immediately after breaking into a soft trot.

The horse sped right past their group, the hooves hitting the earth hard. A cloak, black on the visible side and red underneath, trailed behind the man and he was gone like that.

"That looks like competition." Gencho noted out loud.

"Are you here about the job?" A small, cautious voice caused the group to turn back to the direction of the courthouse.

They'd all been turned to look at the man on his black horse and missed the appearance of the newcomer.

"Yup." Renshen found himself looking down at a timid looking, short man with huge glasses and a dark receding hairline. The man was in a suit, dressed like a politician, but held himself like he were a child, "I'm Renshen Bui. This is my team."

"I am Marley Kendle." The man told them, "Renshen Bui? Ah.. Ah yes. Thank you for coming."

"We were gonna come in." Renshen told Kendle, "No need to meet us out here."

"It's fine. I needed some air.. after that." Kendle exhaled and then smiled very nervously. He had small, corn teeth with spaces between each one, "But we can head back inside. Since you're here to accept the job for Lord Holloway, I can give you the down payment and a better idea of what you're going to be facing."

"Who was that guy?" Val asked.

"That was another hunter. A Dunpeal hunter." Kendle sighed.

"Dunpeal?" Renshen was startled, "That was him?"

"A Dunpeal hunter? Really?" Tengen smirked, "I didn't think he was real."

"No, he's real." Renshen corrected Tengen, "I ain't never seen him before today, but I've heard stories."

"Sick." Gencho rolled his shoulders, "Did you hire that thing?"

Renshen put a hand out to quiet Gencho.

"He's one of the best. Of course I hired him." Kendle said, "But I've also heard of you, Renshen Bui. Sheriff Barrows from Sandy Valley spoke very highly of you in his message to me."

"Oh, did he now?" Renshen smiled. Larry hadn't mentioned that. Of course he would promote him like that. It caused Renshen to chuckle, "We worked together in the past."

"I've heard people in this town talk about Lawrence Barrows." Kendle told Renshen, "And also Renshen Bui and his team."

"Well, we're all here." Renshen nodded and then waved a hand at his compatriots, "Introduce yourselves, team."

"Valeria Talbot." Val said, bowing at the waist.

"Gencho Jones." Gencho nodded his head.

"Tengen Hai." Tengen saluted Kendle.

"Of course." Kendle smiled.

"Look, let's head inside and hash out the details. I don't want to lose any time. If you've already hired another, we're already behind." Renshen looked down at the shorter man and began to step around him, "Let's get signed onto this field trip and head out as soon as possible."

"Y-yes, understood." Kendle scrambled for the steps and dashed up them, heading for the wooden doors into the larger building.

"Filthy Dunpeal." A man with a rifle stated, sitting on the car near the steps, "I don't know you hunters, but you better beat that creature to the prize, y'hear? I don't even know why they hired 'em."

"Of course we will." Tengen said to the man, "Pure human ingenuity, for the win."
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