Graham grunted in annoyance. He had forgotten completely about the fact that Blake was an Alderwolf. This was going to be a problem. Graham raised his gun again, this time at Kyler.

"Stand down, Joseph," He said. "We don't have to go down this path. Our enemies are the Shield."

"No, her enemy is the Shield." Kyler said, looking at Grace, "You're just a gunfire."

"I go where money is. Now move!" Graham said. He was clearly irritated.

Blake rushed at him, landing a hit on his chest. Graham staggered back, receiving a kick to the face from the young inquisitor. Graham spat out blood.

"Oh, great. Look at that." Graham said.

"Are you ok?" Grace asked.

"Yeah, yeah." Graham said. Swiftly he shot at Martha. But the bullet never reached her. It melted before it reached her.

"Its over." Kyler said.

"Nah, it's only getting started." Graham said. Immediately, the other militants started to fire, forcing the three inquisitors to take cover. Out of nowhere, a militant stood in front of Blake. Blake moved out of the way as the militant thrust a dagger at his face. Blake turned to face him only to see that he was not there.

"Behind you Blake!" Kyler shouted. Blake turned to see the militant slash at him, cutting his arm. Blake jumped back into the open. The militants began to reload. Blake grunted. At most he'd have 2 minutes, not forgetting this gifted militant with his insane speed.

Blake charged at the militant, his fist clenched. The militant braced himself, not expecting the young inquisitor to jump and kick him in the chest. The blow sent him flying across the warehouse. Standing in the sight of the militants, Blake, opened up his thumb and index finger gathering licht energy between them.

Using his other hand, he pulled back the licht energy and fired. The shot split into three, hitting all the other militants. The shot went through them, causing them to fall to the ground, falling unconscious.

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Graham stood momentarily in confusion. Snapping out of it, he and Grace moved out of the way as Blake shot at them.

"I thought your licht technique would be blood?" Graham asked, reloading his gun, "Your father is Klaus Alderwolf, right?"

Blake ignored this walking away. Kyler and Martha followed right after.

"Yeah, that's right. Walk away. As all you inquisitors do. Walk awya from a fight." Graham said as he came to view, pointing his gun at them. "That's why everybody hates you guys. You hide behind your duty to kill daemon, ignoring the real fight that is in front of you."

"Its funny." Kyler said, stopping. "I thought you said that you had no fight with us, but the Shield."

Out of nowhere, a militant appeared in front of her, ready to strike her down. Instantly, Martha conjured a blue flame and shot him down. Graham fired as well, causing the three inquisitors to move out of the way. Graham, using this as a chance, escaped.

"Damn that guy!" Martha said, "I could have killed him."

"Don't worry. He's not even here."

"Huh?" Martha exclaimed, looking at the militant. Truly he had disappeared.

"Well, now what?" Martha asked.

"We have to find the half-breeds before the Shield kills them." Blake said, "We could at least save them."

"Or try." Kyler said.

The door opened in front of them, with Jacques, Ricardo and Zhao Fan, poking their heads in.

"Ah. You guys are done." Zhao Fan said with a smile. "So are we."

"Did you have fun?" Kyler asked.

"Yes!" Zhao Fan exclaimed.

"No." Ricardo and Jacquez exclaim.

"Good. We're going to look for some half-breeds."

"I advise against that idea." Jacquez said, "That's a risk we're not ready to take."

"Why?" Blake asked.

"Because, we can't even tell if we're near one. It's like literally going out into the dark."

"According to Blake however, the humans inside them are still alive."

Ricardo and Jacquez looked at each other. Ricardo sighed, muttering under his breath. Jacquez looked down at the ground for a while before speaking.

"So, what now? We go hunting for some half-breeds?"

"Yep." Kyler said, "Start the car, we are leaving right now."

Martha and rest entered the car. Just as Blake was about to join, Kyler touched his shoulder.

"Blake," Kyler said, softly, "The half-breeds that you saw. You saw...no, you felt their pain."

Blake turned to Kyler.

"How did..."

"How did I know? Well, lets just say, I've known you for a while." Kyler said, walking towards the car, "You still have that feeling in your eyes."

Blake looked at him and followed without a word.

Over the streets of Boston, a helicopter passed over. It belonged to one of the news stations, doing their best to report the situation to the outside world. Militants were scattered, in groups of three, some engaged in combat with the shield. They, however, failed to see the inquisitor who walked through the street.

Sarah didn't bother looking back, her eyes forward. She looked at the device, which appeared to be a handmade gps, monitoring the location of something. With her sais ready, she moved onward.