Lukas sat by himself, next to the bed of Felicity. She still hadn't woken up, her injuries much severe. Ekaterina was nowhere in sight. She said something along the lines of 'helping the others.' In reality, she was just trying to take her mind off the recent events.

Ross was dead. When he first heard the news he had denied it. Ross? That big guy? He was one of the strongest guys out there. The only other guy he had heard of that was a match to him in the Shield was Aaron. As if that wasn't enough, the betrayal of Shawn and Shasha, and the fact that Shasha had killed Ross had quite literally snapped something in him.

He could feel the cold steel of the gun on his skin.

He took a deep breath, looking at the other patients in the tent, all with varying injuries from slight scratches to bullet holes and torn limbs. He even heard that Revana might not be able to walk anymore. Well, at least she was still alive.

Slowly, Lukas stood up, exiting the camp. He paid no heed to the nurse, who was too lost in thought to pay any attention to him. Lukas walked into the chaos that ensued outside, people running up and down, some of them journalists looking for a good story, others were Shield agents. He overheard one talk about them looking for the last 'special' daemon. He really didn't care. That daemon could rot in hell for all he cared. The real villains were locked up in a crate. They deserved to die, and he was sure a lot of the other shield agents felt the same way.

"...Lukas!"

"Whoa!" Lukas exclaimed, spinning round to see an annoyed Rachel. "Wh...What are you doing here?"

"Passing through, duh." Rachel said, "Geez, still haven't fixed your habit of getting lost in thought have you?"

Lukas forced a smile. "You could say that."

Rachel looked at him and rolled his eyes. He looked as pathetic as he always did, but this time, it was different. This wasn't the usual Lukas who fumed whenever he lost a fight. This looked serious.

"Lot of things happened here huh?" Rachel said.

"Well...yeah." Lukas said with a sigh. "Can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead."

"Since Aaron died, how have you been faring?"

Rachel thought for a moment. "Honestly, I never did."

"Really?"

Rachel nodded. "How would I? Aaron, Barry, they were our teachers for crying out loud. One day they were with us and the next, six feet under. But, at the end of the day, they were just doing their jobs. Its all part of the wwork."

"But in this case, it wasn't." Lukas replied, turning around. "Ross was killed by someone he trusted, not while in the line of duty."

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"I'm sorry...Ross is dead?!"

"Yeah."

Rachel bit her lower lip. "Sorry."

"Don't be." Lukas said. "I guess in the end, there was no way to avoid death, huh?"

"So you were looking for the easy way out."

"Of course I was, Rachel. Unlike you, Sarah and Brandon and that weirdo Blake Alderwolf, I don't have the guts to be an inquisitor. I joined to get a decent job and stuff, peacekeeping or whatever..."

"You should have joined the police."

"...I just wanted to have a good job without having the lives of my teammates on the line." Lukas signed. "You no what, forget it. I just need to get away from all this mess."

Lukas walked away from Rachel leaving to only he knew where. She still didn't know what happened here but judging from Lukas' mood and the other inquisitors and shield agents alike, it wasn't a good one. Ah well, everyone and their hell. She turned to leave, wondering where Sarah was.

The train station was crowded today, apparently there was a delay in the trains or something like that. However, that was not a good enough reason for the hundreds of people who had become impatient. Babies crying, people pacing up and down, most of the others were on their phones. Hours had passed and still no sign of the train.

Brandon, Shino and Jake were no different, the three of them having been exhausted by the trip. Apparently there was an emergency hunt for a daemon and the trio had rushed to the scene. Only to get there to see that the situation had already been handled.

"Is it here yet?" Brandon asked.

"For the last time. No." Shino replied.

"Ughhh. Then lets take a cab then."

"After the last one drained us dry? No, not happening bro." Jake replied. "Besides, you guys get to rest here."

"On the hard floor. With tons of angry people?" Brandon said, "Yeah, maybe next time."

"Get used to it then." Jake said, "Some places have no real access routes. Walking on foot is the only option."

"Doesn't the Inquisition have a bunch of helicopters?"

"We do." Shino replied, "But we only use them in emergencies."

"And besides, the problem of airspace and stuff like that. Some countries downright refuse inquisition aid."

The sound of a train arriving was music to Brandon's ears as he stood upright. As did a ton of people who rushed to the edge. Sure enough, a train came to a stop. However, just as the people could enter the train, a large object tore through the train, causing a large panic as people scattered, screaming. The object uncurled itself, revealing itself to be a daemon, with tentacle like legs and two small arms. Its face looked like a praying mantis, with some kind of fresh injury that had split its face in two.

"Oh c'mon!" Brandon groaned, taking out his nunchunks. Shino activated his rings, immediately throwing them in the air. Using one of the nearby pillars, Brandon propelled himself into the air, jumping from one ring to the other, avoiding all the people down below. Reaching the last ring, Brandon leaped as high as he could, breaking the chain between the two batons. Landing in front of the daemon, he slammed the two sticks into the daemon, shooting it back into the train. Just as he was about to ram it again, a pair of black hands grabbed the daemon and dragged it away. Brandon stood speechless, shocked. He slowly turned, looking past the individuals who were cowering at the edges of the train. The man in question was quite old, with one side of his face burnt He wore a long black coat with a faded x mark on his shoulder. Beside him was a large black coffin with blue markings all over it, the torso of the daemon next to it.

"Ugh, you done?" A voice called from behind him. She had short red hair with piercings on her nose and lip. She wore a more ragged attire with torn sleeveless jacket and ripped black jeans, and what appeared to be cymbals strapped to her hands. She turned to look at Brandon.

"Oh look, another one of us." She groaned. "Lets be on our way, Frank..."

[The march has began,] The daemon said [The march .... of sins.]

"Not my business." The man, Frank, said as, with full force, squashed the daemons face. "Not my business at all.