Nadia was out for one of her regular patrols. She knew that as the head of the hunters she didn’t necessarily need to be on the streets as much as she was, but it helped her relax and not get lost in all of the things she was in charge of managing. The streets had been pretty quiet, but that was good. The blonde turned another corner her brows furrowing. She sniffed the air, a familiar sharp scent carrying from nearby. That smell is wolfsbane. But I haven’t authorized anything of the sort. Nadia climbed the fire escape of the closest building and got onto the rooftop so that she’d have a better vantage point for finding out what was going on. She drew her pistol, and started in the direction she was going. She heard an angry voice and moved faster, jumping across roofs.
Peering down into an alley she saw two figures. One she didn’t recognize and one.... She squinted and then realized who it was. Fuck. That was Jackson, though he was hard to recognize with the beating his face had taken. And he wasn’t healing because of the fucking wolfsbane. The other figure started yelling again. “I’ll make you pay, all of you damn mutts. If I had my way you’d already be extinct. Filthy creatures.” Nadia had heard enough. She didn’t know who this guy was. Normally she would take him down and bring him in for interrogation, but with the state Jackson was in, she needed this done quickly. Whoever they were, they must have caught the other man by surprise because they didn’t seem to be particularly aware of their surroundings. She still hadn’t been noticed as she raised her gun and fired. One shot straight to the head. Thank god for silencers, in the middle of the fucking city. She worked her way down quickly, working level to level until she reached them. She kicked the man to make sure he was dead, though she didn’t tend to miss a shot. She rifled through his pockets, throwing everything in her bag and firing off a text to the agency that she needed a clean up squad and fast. They would take care of the body of the rogue ‘hunter’. Then she hurried over to Jackson, kneeling down. “Hey, don’t you go dying on me now meathead. Can you hear me? You’re in really rough shape.” She needed to get him patched up and quickly. Probably a witch, seeing as he had clearly been dosed with wolfsbane. Once that was taken care of she could figure out who the fuck the dead man was.
