Still in Manhattan but up in the 120s was an abandoned building. It had been condemned and was slated for demolition to make room for a luxury hirise. It was yet another step in the gentrification of the city that had been underway for some time now. This building though was only six stories tall, and as we have said it was abandoned. In the top floor in the back facing the alley was a large room. It was here that the air appeared to thicken momentarily and then twelve men simply began to materialize. Long moments pass giving the impression that something was not as it should have been. One of the men, Aidan who was himself a High Mage, touched the flux and drew a complex figure in the air in front of him. The figure begins to mutate and Aidan scowled, muttering something under his breath and rapidly picks at the figure in the air forcing it back in shape. The other men watch, clearly concerned. They all know what happens to them if this can’t be fixed. Aidan breathed a sigh of relief as their forms solidify.
In addition to Aidan, the group is made up of ten warriors. They are all highly trained. The best of the best. There are in addition two trackers, Cian and Conor. Trackers are from another race, but are mostly human in appearance. They have a natural ability to utilize the flux to enhance their sense to location of anyone they have met.
“The flux appears to be unstable or tainted with some kind of anomaly on this world,” Aidan said. “Use incantation only when absolutely necessary. All other forms of offense are approved. Is that clear?” Cian and Conor swore under their breath. Aidan looked directly at the two and they both simply nodded their heads, with no trace of emotion crossing their faces. Their jobs on this world just became even more challenging.
Aidan turned his attention to the group. “Does anyone have a read on the target?” Everyone looked back at the two trackers “I’m picking up something very faint”, Cian replied. “It could be him, but the I am feeling a whole lot more than I should. This is like nothing I have ever felt before.”
Aidan seemed to ignore anything other than that the target had been located. “Cian, take five men and track this life form down. Connor, start from the south end and work towards the center. We should meet somewhere in mid town. I want to have eyes on this one by dusk.”
The men in the abandoned building, look at each other and nod and begin walking down the stairs and out into the street. They move with precision and confidence. It seems clear they are highly trained. Turning onto a busy street they blend in with the crowds of pedestrians. No one gives them a second glance which is interesting because their attire is quite remarkable. People seem somehow focused on not noticing them.
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