Fleeting Dreams (Open)

(OOC: This thread is not an event in anyway, but information stealing will be implemented in this thread.)

A silent whisper floated throughout the alley ways of New York City; when the shops where closed, and the majority of people lay n their beds, recovering their energy for the way of life that was routine. Streetlights glowed in the eve of night, as a cloudless sky loomed overhead the city. All the while, a whistling tune drifted in the air, then came the sound of footsteps, distant at first, but then growing and growing in volume, until the steps echoed through the empty streets. The soles of the man's polished black shoes clacking against the pavement, as e ran, eyes wide, and sweat dripping from his pores. His unkempt hair blowing in the slight breeze of cool air. Running for his life, running to escape that which he had sown. The man hung a left into another alley way, suitcase in hand, only to reach fenced area.

He scrambled madly as a familiar sound came into play once again. A gentle whisper of a whistle coming ever closer. A robed being stood at the exit, as it stopped whistling. Its eyes as white as snow. The being of souls glared at the human cowering behind his suitcase. His whimpering audible to the sinner known as Albatross, who stood at the intimidating height of three feet. The sinner's body completely hidden beneath its garb of the plague doctor. The being twirled its pointer stick, as it came closer and closer to the man, who could not speak, due to the fear of death.



Within a blink Albatross stood right beside the man, who sat upon the cold ground, there the sinner spoke, in its voice of souls, which constantly changed frequency and pitch.

"Well now... you've certainly done well. Ke-He-He!" Albatross chuckled in the dead of night, its voice changing constantly from different genders. "Now then," it continued as it raised the man's chin upwards with the zanpakuto strength pointer stick. "You will do me another favor..."

The man gulped as he nodded, unable to speak, his eyes watery. While he clenched his briefcase tightly.

"Good, now then head back to work..." Albatross whispered as he lifted up the human and tossed him lightly in the direction of the sidewalk. Before the man could even turn around Albatross had disappeared above the rooftops, waiting for the sun to rise.

Hours past, as the sinner rested, in New York, the populace waking to the morning shine, and the ruckus now occurring on the road. The short being was content for the time being, as it thought of the information it could gain from its ever so willing accomplice. The time was now eight AM, and the hustle and bustle of the city ensued. All the while the man, named Micheal, or so his badge said, walked into the Coalition building, brief case in hand. Blending in with the crowd perfectly after working at the organization for about a month. Though he was still a nobody, Micheal was climbing the ladders. Securing information for Albatross all the way, making headway for his employer's main objective.

Albatross stayed hidden, its spiritual energy completely cloaked, and possessing no scent, and making not a sound. Though as Albatross knew its little accomplice worked the day shift, the sinner took to the streets, wandering from shop to shop, as it dispersed the crowds with its odd presence and looks of an age old doctor. Waiting for the night to come for the man's next report. Albatross' senses were at work, it would not be caught off guard.

The sinner whistled in the mean time as it looked around joyfully at the wonderful restaurants, the aromas drifting into the street.

Jun was in the building remarkably early this morning. Victory woke him up with a phone call and the blond couldn't get back to sleep. Well...something else have been bothering him...besides that damn werewolf joining their ranks. Nick has been working for the Coalition for the past month and a half. And as much as Jun loved to blame him, the wolf simply didn't have the technical skill to pull off the crap that the blond found. He walked into Alexander's office, the bounto working on something. "We need to talk."

"Oh? About what? The unauthorized data transfers? I already know. Unfortunately, I've been out of touch for a while. Luckily, they've only been personal records and base locations...nothing real sensitive...yet." The green haired man glowered at his hologram of the entries.

"Glad to know I don't have to update you. This stuff was pretty recent. Whoever it is, they were sloppy. I would think this was a hasty job with a severe time limit. I first noticed them a month back."

"How many recruits?"

"Two hundred sixty-three. Mind?" Jun asked. Alex spun the hologram around to face his student. The boy continued. "Only the higher ranked are really classified, which includes the heavy guns in each division, though the top two are much, much more protected by our systems. But unlike the base locations, it's also tougher to get into. The minimum skill level required to get to those personal information narrows down the suspects. Of course, if they don't give anything up, we'll have to look farther back. But here they are." As Jun spoke, he typed up a storm on the hologram, narrowing down seven suspects. "All seven of them are residents of NYC and are currently posted here. Three of them are actually climbing the ladder relatively quickly."

Alexander was quite impressed. "I guess you have some of your father's skills. I'll give the order to have them detained until further notice. I'll also tell Victory that he and his men have new people to interrogate. I'll nab the two on the higher two floors. Nero is currently overseeing security around our main generator, I'll have him pick up the one near there. That leaves four. You got people for that?"

Jun nodded as both headed out the door. And ran into the werewolf. "Blondie."

"Mutt. We have possible traitors. Come with me." Nick's eyebrow rose. He hasn't even started yet. This was someone else. Bastards.

Two people from the Trooper group got two of the suspects. Nick got another. Jun approached the last one that needed to be put in a holding cell. "Micheal, you are to come with me."

Jun had a pistol holster on his thigh, complete with pistol, as well as the ammo belt, watch shield generator, and a single container with the shotgun, five normal knives, a sword, and three lightning shuriken. Hopefully the man would go without a fight.

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Alexander Kerensky put the two he took in in their holding cells. He checked the TERC's records. Nothing out of the ordinary. Either rogue humans were behind it, they were hired by the Coalition's enemies and the client is hiding either in the city or in another dimension and if in the city they're hiding perfectly if they're another race, or it could be that their enemy is just one very sneaky and good and is able to hide perfectly if they're a different race. Either way, it was disturbing. Alex now waited in the lobby, for Nero's and Jun's report.

Alex himself had the Phantom Faze device, five vibroknives, and three of each shuriken with him. And naturally his bladed cane that is his doll's sealed form.

(OOC: I'll leave where Jun catches Micheal up to you, Orange.)

Nero was currently overseeing some stuff in the main generator, when he got a message. "I see... It'll be done." He looked at the others. "Take care of everything here. I gotta do something." The others nodded, and Nero let himself out. His long, silver hair pulled into a ponytail, and he was wearing his usual Priest-like garb. He saw who he was looking for. Walking towards the man, he looked at Nero. "Come with me. Now." The guy only shrugged, before following Nero up to the holding cells.

Once their, he started talking. "What are you doing?" He asked. "Sorry, orders." Rather forcefully, Nero put the man in the cell. "Wait here, until someone comes by." He turned, and walked out of the cells. He went to the lobby, seeing Alexander there. Bowing slightly, he walked over. "He didn't put up a fight, until I got him to the cells. still went without a lot of protest. He seems to be nervous, but so would I, if I didn't know what was going on." He waited for Alex's response, or Jun's arrival.

Yawning, Micheal frowned at his desk, as he typed up documents to acquisition for someone to come and repair the plumbing in his area of the building, as the faucet no longer worked, for whatever reason. Yawning again, Michael cracked his neck, as he took a sip of coffee again. Tired from being up so late for days on end, working for his new boss, rather forcefully albeit, but Micheal didn't complain. Complaining would probably get himself six feet under, he figured.

Though before Micheal could finish his work, he was interrupted, rather abruptly. Hearing his name from behind his small wheeled chair, Mike turned around to see Jun. Not really knowing what to do, he was told to go with Jun. Shifting his eyes, Micheal noticed some of the weapons, and decided it was not worth arguing. "Alright, let me just save these files." Micheal spoke, as he closed his documents, and logged off his desktop, with a beep. While out of habit Mike grabbed his briefcase, and followed his superior out of the room, and down the hall.

Not really knowing what was going on, and always the first to have positive outlook on life, Micheal was sure he was going to receive some sort of praise. Walking silently in step with Jun. The two heading deeper into the building. But soon Micheal's thoughts started to run more wildly, realizing he might be in trouble, having past a group of security guards, with two others Micheal had started working with about a month ago. "Err... excuse me... Mr. Jun, but umm-" Before he could finished he was shown into a holding cell, his brief case confiscated, by a security guard.

As the door shut closed, and locked, Micheal finished his sentence while Jun was still within earshot, "W-wait what's going on?" As Jun responded, or ignored Micheal, the accountant and general pencil pusher slumped down in his cell. As he looked at his bleak surroundings of white and grey. With a sigh he brushed his gelled hair, obviously stressed at the dilemma. Micheal was certain he was going to be fired, and though not one to over react, he couldn't help but mumble to himself. "... I'm sorry honey... seems I've lost another job... heh..." Mike whispered between grated teeth as he referred to his wife. The man obviously stressed at the prospect, having lost ten jobs in the past two years. And tilting on the verge of going bankrupt.

Thinking of his kids, Micheal started formulating some kind of appeal, to try and keep his accounting job. Not fully aware why he was being held in a cell. Not even realizing that it was possible because he had started working for the strange plague doctor.

Time passed, and Micheal waited for whatever was to happen, to happen; never forgetting what might be in store for him at the night report he's suppose to give to the unnamed plague doctor, known as Albatross.
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Albatross walked the streets of New York City undisturbed for the most part, has he slowly devoured an ice cream cone, out of impulse. The sinner relishing the thought of the information he was going to receive soon. The sinner wanting clearance cards, and member roasters of all employees and the executives. Not to mention the Coalition's personal files. Giddy with excitement, Albatross chuckled warmly to itself as it continued its parade on the town.

(OOC: Here's the reminder you wanted Jun, That Micheal has no illegal data transfers on his computer, and his briefcase has nothing incriminating in it, just ordinary paper work for his job, however Micheal is visibly distressed, though for different reasons.)

Jun answered Micheal. "You're under suspicion of accessing classified information compared to your rank. Your breifcase and computer will be searched, and someone from the CDHCD (Center for Dangerious Human Capture/Destruction) will be in to ask you some questions. Your cooperation will be much appreciated. If you're cleared of all charges, you'll be able to return to your work without consequence and will be paid your standard rate and a little bit more to compensate for lost hours and distress. Do yourself a favor and be honest and straight forward with your answers." With that, Jun left to meet his sensei.

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Alex's thought was interrupted when Nero came up. "With good reason. But they should be aware of what they're under suspicion of. I'll send the message out."

"I already told one of them." Jun said as he exited the elevator.

"Good. Let's go to my office and discuss this more in private." The tall bounto led the way to his office. "Alright. Nero, have your division start doing sweeps of their offices and any breifcases they have. And have some of your specialists start questioning them. Jun, contact your father, have him do background checks on the suspects. Tell him I'll put my stamp on it. After that, Jun and I will sweep their computers." Alexander did some checking. "Aaaand go figure. Victory is on a mission...so are the rest of the officers...which places you in command of the CDHCD, Nero. Please oversee the questioning and report on the finds. We have jobs to do, so lets get to it."

Jun reluctantly went off to contact his dad, who is the Chief of the NYC police department. This was going to be a long day...

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Three hours later
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And nothing. Yet. Alex had ordered a complete sweep of the mainframe, and that took an extra hour. But now all three were sitting in his office again. "Ok...nothing incriminating on any of the suspects' computers or breifcases. Jun?"

"I was able to track the access to the general computers in the mainframe as well as a time frame for it. Depending on what Nero reports, I think we can narrow it down to someone that's been here longer, but still keep a close eye on our top three suspects. Which would be Micheal the accountant, Terry the maintenance man, and Veronica the secretary for one of the board of directers' son, who is one of the few people that has reason and access to be in the mainframe servers. Once dad gets in touch again, we'll find out more about them."

Both looked to Nero for his report.

Nero sighed, and got to work. He went straight to the holding cells, before issuing orders to the others. He had all of them questioned, but only a couple really seemed to have been able to access anything. Nero took off his cloak, before reading over a report for some of the people. All of them had said that they hadn't been in the computer mainframes. He looked up, as someone brought him a report of the room sweeps.

An hour later, Nero was not happy. Nothing had come up, at all. All he had left was to, somehow, make one of them break. He thought back to how the Vampire Slayers would've done it, but immediately dismissed it. The slayers were not cowards when it came to interrogation, and they used very old-school techniques. Most of which would get him fired here. He sighed. He was really going to have to do something about this....

Two hours after that, he listened to Alexander's, and Jun's reports. "I had people run sweeps, and had all of them questioned. All denied it, and nothing came up in the search. I think we need to go, and talk to them ourselves, and see if we can get them to break. That's the only option I've really thought of." Nero crossed his arms, and waited for their opinions.

Waiting inside the cell for several minutes, Micheal paced back and forth, as if believing that he could create a hole out of the situation just by walking. The clattering of his shoes hitting the floor being unheard by the guards outside, as the door was sound proof. However, as he continued moving back and forth, left right, up and down, Micheal couldn't help but sweat in his suit, as beads of the water trickled down from his forehead and unto the tiled floor. Then even more time passed, which felt like eternity to the man, where in reality it had only been three minutes. His tie swinging back and forth, like a pendulum of a clock, from the olden days. When he had taken off his jacket revealing his white dress shirt. Mike looked like a nervous wreck, and was on the inside, where he constantly thought to himself why this was happening.

Only until the door to the cell started rattling did Micheal look up from the ground which he had been so intently gazing at. As three armed individuals waltzed in, their boots stomping on the floor. The last one in then closed the door behind him, as he stood in a corner behind Micheal, where the other armed man sat down a chair which had been carried in. The two guards looked remarkably similar, as if they were twins, but behind their darkened visors and light armor their appearance could not be seen. Each had a gun, baton, and other essentials for keeping the peace.




Though as the third one who had walked in between the two men stopped, she took a seat on the plastic chair that was put in front of Micheal, who stood still, not sure exactly what was going to happen to him.

"Erm, excu-"
"Sit down, and shut up." The woman spoke with severity, though she had no helmet, she still had armor and weapons like the other guards. Out of shock, Micheal sat down on the fold out cot, which was directly in front of the woman. "Good boy, now then on to business. You will answer when you are told to, do you understand this?"

With a nod, Micheal spoke, a frantic "Yes" as he wiped away some of the sweat from his brow.

"As I have been informed, you already know why you are is this true?"
"Y-yes, but i'm in-"
"Innocent? We shall see," The woman spoke as she crossed her legs, "Have you been out of the country in the past month?"
"err, No." Micheal replied as he relaxed, as he figured that the only way he could prove he was innocent was through his answering of questions, which was remarkable simple, but the heat in the cell was unbearable while wearing a suit.
"Good, that matches my reports" The woman thought, as she continued, "Have you been threatened, or offered any sort of bribe, or blackmailed. Be aware, that an lies will be found out in due time, and if you lie here, your punishment will become much more... severe..."
Lying was never Micheal's strong suit, but he proceeded with a calm attitude, as he responded, knowing that the Doctor which haunted him never did threaten him, and he figured the one dressed as the plague doctor was too insane to have enough money to bribe anyone. "No, I have not been threatened, nor bribed..."
"Are you sure? Be aware of what I have just spoken, choose your words wisely..."
"I'm sure, Sir, I mean mam-"
"Enough," she spoke as she uncrossed her legs, "Have you ever come in contact with a hollow, or being of another race?"
"I don't think so... I mean I've seen that guy named... uhhh... Fizzle? Fido?"
"Fritz?"
"Yeah! That one, I think he's a hollow or something, but that's about as much as I know, he's the only one I've seen for a long time." Which was the truth, Micheal had never come in contact with other races, that have actually proclaimed what they are.
"I noticed from some history checks you have lost many jobs in the past years, explain to me why is that? A well placed bribe could set you up quite fine, for some information. Which brings me back to the information, your history is against you, and from your psych profile from when you joined this organization leaves you open to suggestion, especially your memory loss problem, have you been taking your medicine recently?"
"B-but of course! I couldn't imagine causing any problems for my family like that! I-I need this job for that reason, I'm inadequate I'll admit that, my only special skill is to think on my feet, but I'm still not as intelligent as the others in my job description. I-I don't know what to say!"
"Keep your voice, down, and take a deep breath, you get excited to easily as well. We are done here. You two come with me." The woman spoke as they took their leave, as one of the guards took the plastic chair, while the other opened the door. As the left, Micheal slumped down on the cot, tired. Drifting off into a light sleep, with his jacket as a pillow.

Micheal dreamed and thought vaguely about the one dressed in the uniform of the plague doctor, the strange being which had inadvertently recruited him to even think of spying on the only job he could keep. But then again, Mike remembered he was never threatened or bribed, it was his own fault of honor that made him do this, since the unnamed doctor had saved his, and his families life in a car crash. Where there doctor had only wanted in return some information, but the masked being had never asked Micheal directly, rather the man himself had done this of his own accord to payback the one who saved his life, and his family's.

As the woman and her two officers traveled through the halls, all of them shared doubts, especially since Micheal's history was so against him, but they would report to Nero, as ordered. Which they did shortly after, and then returned to their normal duties, looking for other files and history on the subjects being detained, and the woman smiled as she found something in the traffic records, of an unidentified being who was in the vicinity of a car crash Micheal had been apart of.

With a smile she turned to one of the two guards, "Report this information at once, this might give the higher ups some interest to get their hands dirty in work, for once," Laying back in her office chair she laughed lightly, as one of the guards went with the information, trying to find Nero. As she looked at the blurred presence of one dressed in an age old outfit on her computer. Though everything else was completely hard to even look at. Just the form of a short doctor, but even that was blurred, and at a very awkward angle.

The woman was known as Isabella, and her two officers under her direct supervision where named Rex and Harold, and even from Micheal's thoughts, the two soldiers were actually twins. And as the one named Rex moved throughout the hallways of The Coalition building searching for any of his superiors put in charge of the investigations, where then he would relay the reports, Isabella gave him, and the new information on the past car accident they had just learned about. In Rex's mind, the idea of a rogue being involved in this situation did not sit well with him, after all, so few other races actually play nice with the humans nowadays.

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Albatross laughed gleefully from a rooftop as it whistled eerily in the day time, the sinner not really knowing what it should do as it waited, but it knew better than to do anything too out of the ordinary. Then again, the sinner thought, that being known could also diffuse its situation, as it remembered about the Truce Zone incident.

With a snap of its fingers, Albatross chuckled as it took out a small phone that was beneath its layers of thick clothing. Clicking the rather small buttons, Albatross all the while grinned from beneath its hooked mask. From what Micheal already said from past reports, Albatross knew the general number of the organization, but nothing for higher up individuals. Clicking the buttons, the sinner stalled before entering the number.

Not sure if it should expose itself quite yet, after a minute of debate, Albatross changed its voice and patterns so it was un-decernable from itself. Pressing enter on the cell phone, Albatross called the Coalition building, the number it had only being able to reach the front desk of the Coalition.

Though, nobody answered, the number that called was a completely different number Albatross had given away so long ago to a human named Leo. The message being a rather odd one, but the voice sounded of a young woman's, perhaps of the age of early twenties.

"Excuse me, but I have been told to call this number to reach my brother... His name is Micheal Frello, he's an accountant there, if its possible, can you please have him call me back, this is his sister, and for some reason he is not answering his emergency phone... Please, I need to speak with him immediately , something in his family has come up..."

The message ended with that. And Albatross laughed from its rooftop, as it came down into the streets, walking around and enjoying itself in the numerous shops, to pass the time.

Both people nodded. "I'll keep an eye on things, security wise..." Just then, Jun's cell beeped. From the phone was a small hologram of Jun's father, chief of NYC Police Department, Dino Tomoshibi.

"According to background checks, you have two likely candidates. Micheal and Veronica. Veronica because her parents were dangerious humans, and were involved in trafficking of various contraband, including slaves. The Coalition killed her parents. Micheal's family was saved by someone. No one really knows who, which has me worried. Be careful, especially you, Jun." With that, the phone went dead. And Jun was fuming.

"Settle down there, Junny. Nero, you and I will talk to those two specifically. Jun, you keep watch on any illegal access from anywhere. Use my computer." Alex and Nero left.

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After talking with Veronica, Alex and Nero was at Micheal's cell. "Good evening. You checked out, but we do have some additional questions. According to a background check, your family was saved by an unknown individual. It would be natural to owe that person a debt of gratitude, after all very few things are free in this world. What can you tell us about him?" After the answer, he nodded at Nero to do his own questions. He still stuck around though. To see if there was anything else he wanted to know.

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Jun got the call from the lobby. Someone wanted to see Micheal, about his family. Unfortunately, that would have to wait. Though he would notify him as soon as Kerensky-sensei and Nero were done.

Nero nodded at Jun, as he was called by an unknown person, to him. He listened to the hologram talk, and silently chuckled at Jun's reaction. "It would seem we have our people..." He said lightly, as Alex told him to come with him. Nodding, Nero quickly followed Alexander to Veronica's cell.

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As he was leaving Veronica's cell, and man ran up to Nero. Handing him a picture, he saluted, and walked away. Raising an eyebrow, he looked at the photo. Alex was still in the room. "A picture......Is that a doctor? Micheal is there too......Crashed car...." Pocketing the picture, and thoughts racing through his head, he was sure to bring this up in their talk with Micheal. Being wrapped up with his thoughts, he never even thought to give the photo to Alexander, when he emerged. Nero continued to walk with him.

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They were in the cell. Micheal seemed nervous. Listening to Alex's talking to him, Nero clutched the picture in his hand. "I think I can see who it is who saved you." He handed Alex the picture. "Look and see if you find anything out of the ordinary." He said, crossing his arms.

Waking up with a start, Micheal blinked at the lighted room, his eyes having adjusted to the darkness from behind his eyelids. Turning his head slightly at the doorway, where some more people entered. Micheal did not know who they were, not being able to put names to faces very well. But he was sure they were higher up, than the last trio. As the first one greeted Micheal, he realized it was evening, having spent most of his day in confinement already.

"W-wait!? I checked out? Oh... thank god." Micheal half yawned, as he propped himself up against the wall to have a clearer view of his new company. A bead of sweat, dripping from his hand unto the floor, from the uncomfortable heat, and the stress. When they mentioned his family's savior Mike all but panicked, his pupils expanding for a mere few seconds, before returning to normal. "O-oh, y-you mean from the c-car crash..." Micheal took a gulp to get rid of the excess saliva in his mouth, before speaking. "Well, uh, well, um... I-I don't know his name, And-that's-the-truth! I really don't know his name or anything, I swear! B-but, he is quite short, I mean he's like this tall" Mike paused as he raised his hand about three to four feet from the floor.

"There really isn't much! He, he saved me and my family, I did owe him a, uhhh, debt.... But-he-didn't-ask-for-anything-in-return!" Which was true, as Micheal spoke, since Albatross never asked for anything in return. "In... all... honesty.... it may... have been j-just an accident he saved me and my wife, and kids! ... I'm sorry, b-but can I please have a drink? I-i'm sweating to d-d-d-death." Mike yammered on for a few seconds longer, not even noticing a picture being handed over until after he finished.

Not wanting to lie, and not being good at lying to begin with Mike waited as the stranger looked at the picture. "Ummm... he likes to whistle... but that's about all I know! He hasn't asked me to spy or anything like that! I can't bare to loose this job!" Micheal finished as he rubbed his eyes, as they seemed to redden, and puff up slightly.

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As a traffic light turned red, and the pedestrian sign glowed the words "Walk" Albatross took its step off of the sidewalk and onto the street, as it whistled a tune filled with sorrow. The plague doctor skipping across the crosswalk to the other side. The time having passed from morning to evening now. The City of New York having reached rush hour, as numerous people came out from buildings and roamed the streets, and the cars packed full from lane to lane.

"Well how's that for a fine kettle of fish? Ke-He-He!" Albatross spoke as it wandered past a couple on the street corner. The three foot sinner only received odd looks, as it continued its walk. The collector of souls not knowing what it should do, until the night report Micheal should be giving soon. But, Albatross could not help but think why the call did not go through. With a sigh, Albatross took out is small satchel from under its robes, and took out a thumbtack, which it then dropped into the street unnoticed.

Waiting, waiting for the initial yelp, which soon came to fruition, as a pedestrian behind Albatross stepped on the thumbtack and cried out in pain, as her sandals where not thick enough.

Chuckling darkly, Albatross turned into an alley and waited for when Micheal would get off work. Or should at least start heading back to his home.

Micheal seemed relieved at first. And he should be. Alex frowned when he panicked again and described the being. He also looked at the photo Nero gave him. As he was looking at the photo and running through with Micheal's description, he ordered a drink of whatever Mike usually drank for the man. At the man's final outburst, Alex stared at the man. "Relax...You're not getting fired. The individual you have described is of great interest...a hollow, but not just any normal hollow. I'm surprised the being even saved your life in the first place let alone hid his power enough so that you and your family can breath around him. This guy, along with two arrancar, Espada, assaulted Karakura Town." Just as he finished, Mike's drink came in.

The six foot tall bounto also took a seat across from the man and laid the photo down. He also took out his cell phone, recalling images of this particular hollow and its stand against the vizard. In a small hologram, it showed the battle, from the time they entered to the time that the vizard sacrificed himself and it left the battle. Occasionally, the angles jumped to a different one because the camera was destroyed.

"Does this look like the same being? And if so, has it contacted you recently? We need to know, as this thing is a danger to you and your family. Either through your own gratitude or through just the simple fact of what it is. We need to know if he's right here in NYC. We don't want the same catastrophe in Karakura as here...possibly worse depending what he's after. It's unknown if it survived this, but he just might have. I cannot tell you how important this is."

This was bad. NYC may be a fortress, but it was far from being a perfect fortress. If that holllow was indeed here, they needed to do something about it.

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Jun suddenly saw Veronica show up at the servers. Curiously, she was at the same computer. Allowing himself a silent grin, he watched her do her dirty work. Bingo. Traitor found, confirmed, and soon to be arrested. He called up some members of Nero's and Victory's division and sent them to her.

Nero watched as Alex talked to Mike. Nodding at some points, he had only heard of the attack on Karakura Town, as he was in France at the time, and wasn't in the Coalition. He had no other questions, because Alex had already asked them. However, his phone went off. "Excuse me." He walked out of the cell. It was one of his people. "Jun just found the traitor. Should we go after them?" "Hold on. I'll be up." Hanging the phone up, Nero sighed, and walked back into the room. Walking straight up to Alex, he leaned in, and whispered, "Jun found the one. I'm going after her." Not waiting for an answer, Nero turned, and left.

Nero, along with 2 others walked into the servers. Pushing his glasses up, he walked up to her. "Veronica. You are under arrest, spy." He motioned to his two officers, and they walked over. Not really responding, Nero looked at Jun. "Mike's still not done. We need to hear about this doctor he knows." He walked with his people again, as they escorted Veronica to the cells. Then, he waited for anything to happen.

Relieved by the words, Micheal took a deep breath as he heard his job was safe, not knowing what he would have done without a steady paycheck for the bills , and the like. Listening to the rest of the tall man speak, Mike took the glass of water and chugged it down, in one go. But what was said disturbed Mike, hearing that his savior was possibly a hollow, one that assaulted cities no less. Using his sports jacket, which was lying on the small bench, Micheal wiped off his excess sweat as he calmed himself down.

But as he was about to say something the hologram took his interest , showing the battle, of what appeared to be a short being covered in smoke fighting some other man, who soon died. Rubbing his eyes, Micheal did not know if the two people were one in the same, considering their height it was possible, but Micheal did not know what was underneath the plague doctor outfit.

"I-I don't know if its the same, being... I mean, the height looks about the same, but with the camera jumping all over the place its kind of hard to tell for sure. To say the least, I don't know, the one who saved me was wearing some weird doctor uniform covering his entire body, so I have no idea, I'm sorry." Michael spoke as he laid back, as he considered the possibility of if it was the same person, "Look, I'm not sure if its the same person, I'm not even half and half, but it couldn't hurt to meet him yourself could it?" Taking another deep breath, Micheal controlled his breathing not wanting to make another outburst again, though it was hard under the circumstances, he couldn't help his voice from cracking every so often. "If there's such a strange person walking around here, surely somebody would report it, maybe?" Mike had no idea what to say, he didn't want to rat out the one who saved his family, but lying was difficult as well, the inner turmoil giving him a head ache.

Watching as the other man left, Mike massaged his temples, he gave up, looking the tall man in the eyes, he spoke, rather quietly, meek, "I have met the stranger recently... we're due to visit each other at midnight two miles away from my house, but the location is always changed, he comes and finds me, usually." Tilting his head down, he didn't know what would happen now, but he told what he could, his headache subsiding for the time being.

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Wandering around at night, Albatross enjoyed itself as it found a custom party at one of the local bars, the sinner more than happy to waltz in, the monster fitting right in with the other humans who drank and talked. The sinner sitting in a back corner, of the room watching the clock, and a small game of pool that was going on a few feet away. The sinner waited and bided its time, wondering what it should do.