While Lady Memento was flying to her next destination, she decided to listen to the same show that Kaitlyn was in. She always found Marguerite Fuchs to be insightful and informative. She continued to listen to the live broadcast on his headset:
“Hello, everyone. My name is Marguerite Fuchs, and this is the second half of the ‘1300.’
“In Madrid, Spain, MUSCA has been one of the fastest-growing educational institutions of its kind. Plucked from a fairytale, the MUSCA has been a significant hotspot for those who are curious about dark, mysterious powers. Others might say otherwise since many of the women who work there are incredibly good-looking and well built…
"Although, the MUSCA's tuition cost is a bit steep and mostly you must pay out-of-pocket. Many of the faculty, including the current Grandmaster of the MUSCA, are in talks with many governments throughout Europe and North America to create scholarships for those who are at least qualified to study demonology. Wanting to expand their reach and influence throughout, this is a smart move.
"Still to this day, the MUSCA is an institution where you study demonology and the Nether in general. And their disclaimer is how you handle such information is of your own free will.
“And lastly, we are forty days away from the fifth anniversary of the Holy Hire Bombing in London. Many people are gathering throughout the world and locally to pay respects to all who have been affected by the tragedy.
“Although the grandmaster of the MUSCA paid his respects to the families who were affected by the horrific event, he suffered severe backlash since everyone chalked it up as a publicity stunt.”
Despite the political changes, New York City has mostly stayed the same. The city itself has become one of the most significant cornerstones of the world when it comes to daemonic relations. Now more than ever, many people are pushing towards harmony and understanding. However, many factions, both in public and in secret, are fighting for supremacy.
The Red Arrow so happens to be one of the factions. But with the sudden death of their leader, the organization itself is severely divided.
In Upper West Manhattan, Lady Memento arrived at its destination, as a secret meeting was going to be held in a parking lot. She was in position and was out of sight. Lady Memento used her perceptive hearing to catch the conversation of the two elderly men, dressed in red cloaks armed with attack dogs, who were talking amongst themselves.
“Are the gunmen in position?”
“Yes, I heard no one has entered yet.”
“Have you heard about our new leader trying to take over?”
“It appears they haven’t chosen anyone yet.”
“What about Echo?”
“He’s a dead man. He’s too young, and he’s too green.”
One of the men shook his head in disagreement. “What we need is central leadership. Right now, there is an election going on, and we are not at the forefront.”
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Most of their bickering ended abruptly when a police squad car arrived at the scene. This didn’t surprise Lady Memento since most of the police are under contract by either the Red Arrow or Adrian Eichner herself.
They weren't breathing deeply since the men recognized both policemen who got out of the patrol car. They, too, were members of the Red Arrow. The police roughly dragged an older gentleman who looked like he hadn't slept in days out of the back seat, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and boxer briefs. Being handcuffed by the police, they pulled him to the men in red cloaks.
One of the men spoke, “Was it too difficult to find him?”
“No, my lord,” the policeman said.
"Good." Then, the cloaked red man turned his attention toward the men and put dark hoods over their heads. "You know why you're here, and there is no reason to explain yourself on what we are going to do. Your sentence will be carried out to the law and the letter of the Red Arrow."
One of the policemen went over to the squad car and opened the trunk. The policeman pulled out two nooses and rejoined the group.
“If it were up to me, we wouldn’t be going through such formalities. I would have my dogs tear you apart, and I would be the story of the traitorous scum.”
Suddenly, the attack dogs started barking at a silhouetted figure. At a distance, it looked kind of strange… It looked like a wolf kemonomimi.
“You have picked the wrong night, my sexy friend,” the elderly man in the red cloak baited. “You should have stayed whatever forgotten hellhole you came from.”
The slight crackling of lightning echoed through the parking lot. One by one, the gunmen were being taken down, not by her own powers, but by the strength of a shotgun.
Dammit to hell, Lady Memento thought as this was time to step in and intervene.
The policeman called for more assistance as the two elderly men took cover. As one of the wolf kemonomimi moved closer for a better shot, Lady Memento appeared right behind her and disarmed her. Afterward, she knocked her out cold by hitting her over the head with the butt of the shotgun.
“What a marvel,” one of the elderly men said, enamored at the site of Lady Memento as he took out all of the armored wolf kemonomimi.
There were three in total. Lady Memento, wing slapped one of them, sending her flying through a pile of garbage cans. As one of the other wolf kemonomimi tried to hit him with a right hook, she effortlessly blocked it and gave her a hard forearm strike to the face, knocking her out.
The dogs were anxious as the three of them attacked Lady Memento. Fighting for safety as one of the dogs bit down on Lady Memento's bicep, she released a specialized fireball flash from her hands. She, too, could elementally transmutate the contents inside the grenade into anything by using both the Aether and the Nether.
This time, he elementally transmutate the contents inside the grenade into knockout gas. Quickly, the dogs became disoriented and stopped attacking him altogether as they fell asleep.
As the policeman and the elderly men in the red cloaks tried to make an escape in their squad car, Lady Memento drew out another grenade she elementally transmutate filled with tear gas. She made direct contact, hitting the rearview window of the car. While it was filling up with tear gas, Lady Memento immediately drew out her grappling gun.
The grappling gun itself is used for quick transportation without using her wings to fly, but in this case, she shot one of the hooks at the axle of the car and attached the other one to an idling semi-truck for leverage. She then wrapped her arms around that cable and braced for impact.
Then, the squad car was going at least sixty miles per hour. Before they knew what Lady Memento had done, she yanked the axle completely out of the squad car with the grapple cable, using her own brute strength, totaling it.
Minutes later, Lady Memento apprehended the survivors of the situation. Some of them were knocked out, while others were pretty much out of it. For good measure, she left the black hoods of the captors' heads on while he aided them to safety. But one of the semi-conscious wolf kemonomimi was still coherent.
It seemed that the female wolf Kemonomimi was pretending to be somebody else. Something dangerous. She even went out of her way to dye her hair silver and get red color contact lenses.
“Don’t make me catch you out here like this again,” Lady Memento warned.
The female wolf kemonomimi defended herself. “I don’t know what's the problem! We are trying to help you!”
“I don’t need your help, and you are not helping. You’re making things worse, just like them,” Lady Memento admonished.
“Like you’re doing any better on your own. And I’m just trying to pay homage to my hero!”
“Well, for starters. If you want to pay homage to your hero, I suggest you ditch the yoga pants,” Lady Memento heckled as she flew away from the scene.