The Shield vehicle came to a halt in front of the abandoned warehouse. The inquisitors did not need to be told this was the place, the mercenaries all over the place were enough.

Martha and the inquisitors approached the warehouse, only to be stopped by the two mercenaries who guarded the entrance.

"Only she is allowed in." The mercenary said, pointing at Martha. "The rest stay outside."

"I'm sorry, but we're all entering." Martha said, "Even if we have to fight our way in."

"Um..., Martha, lets do as he says." Kyler said.

"But..."

"Two. She and I. That acceptable?"

The mercenary stared coldly at Kyler. "Fine."

"Good."

"Um...why Kyler though?" Zhao Fan asked.

"Experience." Jacques said as the two of them entered. Kyler winked at Jacques, the latter who pretended not to see.

"Then why not you?" Ricardo said, "I mean, no offense, but you were once a mercenary."

Jacques remained silent for a while before replying.

"Experience."

The large warehouse was almost empty, save the four mercenaries guarding Blake Summers, who was tied to a chair and the woman who seemed to be out of place in all this. Dozens upon dozens of empty boxes layed scattered around the room.

"Guns." Kyler whispered to Martha, the latter who nodded, clenching her fists. A man came out of a door from the back, walking past the tv which showed an image of three chambers in the sewer.

"Ah!" The man exclaimed with a smile, "Our guests have arrived. Weren't you supposed to be six?"

"Your guys only let us in. Plus, the last one is a recruit." Martha said.

"Ah. That adds up." the man said.

"Seems like your spies are doing their work well, Graham." Kyler complimented. "I'm impressed."

"Sure are. Very widespread to. From their recruits to their top brass."

"Interesting." Kyler said.

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"Anyway, enough about the Foundation, let's move on to you, Kyler Tason, or should I say, Joseph Avenyor."

Martha looked at Kyler, confused.

"Oh, he hasn't told you, huh? Joseph Avenyor, the Midnight Child, slayed a 100 mercs in one night. A true murderer."

Kyler smiled. "Yo, Blake, you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm good. Just mildly inconvenienced."

"Ok. So back to the topic, at hand, she already knows. She just didn't know my real name. That's all. Its not some secret or anything."

"I suppose."

"Well, now could you uphold to the terms we agreed upon and let Blake go?" Martha said.

"Sure." Graham said, signaling to one of the guards. The guards cut Blake loose. Blake stood up, watching all the faces around him before walking over to Martha's side.

"You okay, kid?"

"Y...yeah." Blake said, "But um...there are half-breeds out there."

"Yeah, we know." Kyler said, "The Shield will handle this."

"No, you don't get it. They are alive. The humans used are still alive."

Kyler and Martha stared at him.

"You're kidding," Martha stated. "They can't be. Their actions so far have been a clear indication that they were daemon pepetrated."

"Ah, that again." Graham said, "Listen kid, even if we do take into consideration that they were alive, I am not going to allow you guys to interfere with our operation."

"Besides, Mr. Tason said so himself," The woman said. "The Shield will handle it."

"Those people are alive," Blake insisted.

"There is no clear proof. If they were, we would know." The woman said.

"Actually," Kyler said, scratching his head and turning to Blake, "He might be right."

"What?!" Martha turned to Kyler. Kyler continued.

"Blake, are you certain that the half-breeds still have human conscience?"

"Yes."

"Then why the hell would they be attacking." Martha asked.

"The daemon instinct, most likely." Kyler said.

"Okay, okay. But you know, none of this concerns me, you know." Graham said. "And let's not forget, you're not to go anywhere. You guys are to stay here."

"Until all this is over," Grace added.

"I didn't agree to that, did I?" Blake asked.

"No, but your leaders did." Graham replied.

"Then I'll go on my own."

"Unfortunately, you can't." Graham said, removing his gun. Blake glanced at him, but continued to walk away.

"Um, won't you stop your guy?" Graham asked Martha. Martha shrugged.

"Nope. I can't. Blake may be an inquisitor, but he still is an memeber of the Alderwolf family. He's more powerful than I am."

"Tch," Graham said. He fired the gun, missing Blake intentionally.

"That's a warning, kid."

"Mind you," Kyler said, "A hair falls from his head and the deals off."

"Tell him to stop them."

"And as Martha said, he's higher than us position wise, so we can't stop him..."

"Kyler." Blake said, stopping, "You're a mercenary, right?"

Kyler looked at him for a while before responding, as if having a deja vu. "Yes I am, why?"

Blake smiled, turning to him.

"I can hire you then, right?"

The Shield agents set up the roadblocks all around the town, armed to the teeth. Reynolds took out his licht weapon, leaning it on his shoulder as he checked to see if everything was in order. Bree stood beside him as usual.

"Any word from the other commanders?" Reynolds asked a shield agent.

"No sir," The shield agent said, "All units have not encountered the half-breed or the Foundation.

"This thing is getting fishier by the minute." Reynolds said, walking away. "Dammit!"

Reynolds wiped the sweat of his forehead. Thankfully, Elizabeth Lionharte had handled the press so no one will be trying to strangle his neck, which also meant fewer people to protect. The only ones to protect was themselves; both from gunfire and being eaten alive.

"This is Revana to Reynolds, I repeat, this is Revana to Reynolds. We're under attack!"

Reynolds took the comms from the Shield officer. "This is Reynolds, copy. Is it the Foundation or the Half-breeds..."

"We're facing daemon, dammit! WE'RE FACING DAMNED DAEMON IN ENTERING THEIR WHITE PHASE!!"