Rand hated this part of the night, just a few hours before dawn, nothing ever happened at this time...well, as far as they were concerned. Criminal was always there, but as far as he was concerned if it wasn't in his territory and concerned their kin, not his problem. Humans always had 911, not like they would risk themselves for his hide. Sure, it was funny on occasion to tank nine mil bullet and half transform sending dumbass packing. But Corpses haven't made a move since the Truce signing before he was a cub, and especially now there was nothing to do but waste gas while patrolling, most of them were in their little bunkers already. Why risk the sun finding you a bit far away from your hidey hole? In slight frustration, he made a claw from out of his forefinger and made a short incision in the aluminum of the truck on the outside. Bowen will be pissed, but he was always pissed anyway. He felt a soft hand on his shoulder, Dona his scout tapped twice. "Stop the car." Ian the youngest and most inexperienced member of their pack looked at him confused. "Why?" Instead of answering he just pressed the brake himself and with expert precision poked a hole in Ian's Airbag with his already extended claw so the teen's forehead slammed against the wheel. They were cruising rather slowly so it would be maybe mild concussion even for Humans, for Ian it was just a slightly harder bump. He got way harder in the boot camp, what was truly scary was a near-inhuman growl next to his ear. "I say stop, you stop. This is a last warning, next time I'll consider it a challenge, Understood?" The boy was on the verge of panic, Rand heard his heartbeat thumping as the broken stopwatch, then moved away "Keep the motor running and stay inside." He slid out together with four others, he smelled reproach in Anders even before he saw him. They stared at each other, 99% of even other Alphas would wilt under Rand's stare but Anders and he grew up together, they had kid's fights, teen fights, and adult fights. Anders always lost but never without giving at least two-thirds he got. He was Rand's best friend and possibly the only person from their generation who had no fear of him.
Rather than fighting a losing fight he looked at Dona she made a few signs and pointed at one of two dark alleys. The fact she couldn't speak Rand was carrying a personal failure for a few years now. She took a full shotgun blast loaded with silver pellets from Hunters. They barely saved her life but until then silver had done its job, too many pellets to retrieve in time and save her life. Her vocal cords will never grow back. That was his first action as an Alpha, and while it was deemed a success by a council, it was not by him. He was offered a replacement, instead, he forced all of his squad to take sign classes with her. Part of it was guilt sure, but Dona was also one of the best Scouts of their generation, talking or not.
He nodded at her. "Usual pattern." That meant he and Anders taking the point, on the left and right side of the alley, Gar, now technically third in command hugging the wall behind Rand and Dona behind, If both leaders fall without the possibility of assistance, retreat with Dona to the car and inform emergency. It did not sit well with Gar. But facing pissed off Rand if he survive sat even less well. And it happened so many times both sides had a name for him. Not that any of the Wolfs would dare to say it to his face, and even Corpses were hesitant. Except their elite Fenris take them all, Packs called him 'Immortal" and Corpses called him "Covenkiller". Both names needed little in the way of explanation. One, he wouldn't die. Two, he slaughtered a number of rogue Covens. The truce was not overly popular on either side. It took a good 50 feet until Rand decoupled the smell of trash, urine, and animal blood from what Dona did. He did not turn but placed a hand behind his back and signed commendations. Voiceless Scout took it in stride. Tang of human blood and flesh was now overwhelming to all of them. Soon they reached the corpse. It was... messy. he was ripped by claws like one of them did it, but it was also bereft of blood.
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"What the fu.." Rand started. "One of your dogies went bad it appears." sounded a voice from above. Rand looked up and saw a group of people in black tactical gear. Hanging or standing in Humanly impossible positions. Their counterparts "Reapers" Corpse rapid response...Well, in their presence diplomatically would be Vampire Rapid Response Unit. Rand ignored half a dozen red dots on his face, in part because he felt no real threat and in part because he smelled transformation behind Anders. Both Gar and Dona were now in their War Formes, they hung back but if one gun clacks wrongly there will be a bloodbath. Rand bet on his side, even with heavy casualties. Still, he remained calm despite the beast inside howling for relief. Instead, he called up "Anasthasia get the fuck down before this gets out of control." Lights flickered for a while more before five figures clad in black detached and like some odd acrobats landed around him, all wearing the masks, finally the sixth figure descended landing right in front of him but baiting no reaction. She wore no mask and dark red hair curled around her chiseled aristocratic face. She was no doubt beautiful but not in the way mortals were beautiful. More like a statue chiseled from marble with all imperfections sanded off, leaving milk-white perfection with obsidian eyes. "Anasthasia." Rand just repeated, his tone interested like he is greeting a gnat. "Covenkiller." She responded with a vaguely Eastern European accent. That baited smile from him "Just rogue covens, if it would be different Ecclesiarchy would end the truce before I pissed on the first skull, and I don't want to be bad for The Truce, same as you. Wasn't I commended twice by your own order for maintaining the peace?" She did not respond to that rather changing the subject to "Old news is old, what are you doing on our crime scene?" Rand showed his prolonged canines as he grinned "Your crime scene? You should recalibrate your equipment." She snarled back shoving her fangs "Our equipment is leagues better than what you mutts can wire together." He chuckled "Let's check then, Gar." Gar approached back in his Human form and drew out of his backpack a slightly modified GPS. Anasthasia almost growled "Dimitry" One of the masked men pulled out another gadget, seemingly more high tech drawing a slight smile of triumph on his leader's lips.
Not to last since after a few minutes two techies looked at each other and closed to confirm results without requesting their boss's approval drawing double dirty looks. But once when they separated, they kinda stood in silence for a few minutes in front of their respective bosses in silence. Before Rand exploded "Just fucking speak, we have like an hour before these fucks melt!!!" Two tech guys look at each other "Due to differences in equipment it is hard to be 100% precise. But after consultation..." Dimitry takes over "Differences are strictly academic, due awkward angle body is placed well above 90% on delineation line." Gar continues "Which is to say it is irrelevant whose equipment is better since it will decide whether will we cut his left foot above or below the ankle." Dimitry again interrupts "While for us means will we cut below or above the temple." Two techs look at each other and shrug "In any case most of the body does not belong to either of us. We need to call the Elders." Neither Rand nor Anasthasia was too happy and both techs run tests a few more times, uselessly. Before both sides retreated to inform their bosses.