"This really is Alaska, huh?" Brandon said, "Kinda chilly.

" We need a place to stay first. " Jake said, "Shiro what are our options?"

"Under a bridge, an abandoned car, a rundown warehouse... a trash bin?"

"What?!" Brandon exclaimed, "A motel is what you're supposed to say."

"Um... what money are we paying with?" Shiro asked.

"I thought Inquisitors don't pay anything?"

"We don't." Jake said, "Everything we use I'd handled by the great families, however not everyone approves of it. So still, the abandoned car is as comfortable as it gets."

"Besides we came to kill daemon, not go on a joy ride."

"Yeah." Brandon groaned, "You've been saying over and over again."

"Oh, by the way," Jake said as the exited the airport. "Why did you bring the spear?"

Brandon examined the spear. "Why not?"

"Don't you already have a rei?"

"I was hoping I could try and use it, you know when we're not fighting daemon."

Shiro looked at Brandon from behind.

Brandon Pratt. He was the kind of guy that was always determined. He joined the Inquisitors because he wanted to save as many people as he could from daemon attacks. To be fair, that was a reason that Jake had given as well, but Jake had the strength to do so. Brandon did not. One glance at him and it was like looking at the average person. Average licht energy, although his channeling was quite on point. Aside the fact that he was compatible with a rei, there was nothing much to him

But Shiro knew what he was up to. It wasn't going to end well, especially given that Brandon, despite his calm demeanor was not in the right state of mind.

The trio hopped into a taxi.

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"Where too?" the taxi driver asked.

"Honestly..." Jake began.

"... we have no idea."

"New Inquisitors, huh?" the taxi driver asked.

"The young one is," Jake answered , "The two of us haven't been assigned here before."

"No wonder." the woman sighed, "I hear that there's a rogue somewhere in the next town, I'll take you to him, but you better pay up before you leave."

"Sure, thanks."

"Um... What's a rogue?" Brandon asked.

"They are daemon hunters." Shiro said, "They're self proclaimed daemon hunters."

"Well it isn't a bad thing, is it?" The taxi driver said, "You guys don't go everywhere. Not to touch a nerve."

"Don't worry." Shiro said, turning back to Brandon "Rogues take the weapons of fallen Inquisitors and use them to fight daemon. They're normally in places that Inquisitors don't go to, or have no Inquisitors to go there."

" And the Shield? "

"the Shield?" the taxi driver laughed, "Listen kid, the Shield only wants attention, not to do their actual job."

The cab hit a stone, causing the passengers to jump up. The spearhead tore a hole through the car's roof. Shiro and Jake looked at Brandon and back at the taxi driver.

"Oh I'm not worried about it." The taxi driver said with a smile, "You're paying for that too."

The taxi arrived at the small town. The three alighted and Shiro began to take a couple of notes from his pocket.

"Hey look who has cash on hand." Jake said with a smile.

"Well because of someone's spear, we aren't going to use it."

"Aww shucks." Brandon said.

A sudden boom caused them all to turn. The trio all run in the direction of the explosion, leaving the taxi driver.

Shiro arrived there first. The daemon was 7 ft tall with wings on it's back. It's right arm was white.

"Damnit." Shiro cried, activating his rei, a halo: Rings of Saturn. Levitating it between his hands he began to spin it rapidly. The halo then duplicated into 7 other halos, attacking the daemon from random directions. The daemon swatted them away flying high up into the sky. The daemon then came charging down with rapid speed at Shiro, too fast for the rings to hit him.

Brandon came into view, thrusting the spear into it's chest. The daemon tried to charge up a vestörer in its white arm only to have it sliced of by Jake. Brandon drove it deeper, twisting the blade. The blade then transformed , broadening up, widening up the wound. The daemon shrieked, grabbing Brandon and throwing him down. The daemon tried to fly away only for a sapphire ray of energy to slice it in half, falling to the ground.

The culprit came into view, a young man in black jeans and an orange jacket. He had a scythe in one hand.

"Color me blind." He said, "It's the Inquisitors. We don't see you around here."

"Well..." Jake didn't finished his line but stopped. He looked at the weapon in the hand of the rogue in utter disbelief. Before Jake could say another word, Shiro charged right at the rogue, pinning him to the ground, conjuring a halo and pointing it at the man's face.

"Dude, what the hell?!"

"Where did you get that scythe?"

"What?! Its mine."

Brandon came to Jake's side, confused. He looked at Jake for some answers but didn't get any. Jake only looked on with concern.

"That scythe doesn't belong to you! It belongs to Sakura! WHERE IS SHE!!"