"Another lead gone cold." Jason Holub said to himself, Jason is the Soul-seer of the Thief, standing at about 5 foot 9 he is an ex detective from Seattle. He has green eyes and well kept short hair. He wears a suit and tie, but he has a bullet proof vest in place of the blazer.

"Jacob has been gone for two months now." He put a cigarette between his lips. "Why can't we find anything?" It's a dark and cold night in Chicago, Jason leaned against the wall of a diner and lit his cigarette. He was the only one of the seers with any investigating ability, the Thinker had passed of old age about eight years ago, so the new one wouldn't be old enough. "I knew that snake was rotten, I could see it in his eyes, I didn't need the Soul-sight to tell that... Ken, you convinced me to give him a chance, and then you threw your life away to slow him down." Jason looked up at the starless Chicago night sky. "We need you Ken." He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and removed two one-hundred dollar bills. He walked across the street and handed it to a homeless man "Merry Christmas." Jason said with a smile before he wondered off down the street. Things were quiet in Chicago, but the out in the snow-blanketed woods of Montana the Soul-Seer of the Soldier had his hands full. Marcus Fields, a 6 foot 6 African-American built like a brick house, he has a horrifying stare, and his presence alone is demanding. He wore black work jeans, a muscle shirt and denim jacket. Marcus was standing in a patch of red snow, he was hunting a terrorist group in the area and found one of their patrols. He had a silenced M4A1 assault rifle hanging off his side, its magazine had been emptied into the 4 men lying in the snow around him. "Their base can't be to far from here" Marcus muttered "I need to find it, I'm tired of standing out here in the cold." His brown eyes shifted as he went into the Soul-sight. He could see about 40 souls all clumped together about a half a mile ahead of him, not one had pure intentions of any kind. A huge smile crossed Marcus's face "Found you!" He hit the magazine release on his rifle and slammed a fresh clip home. He started trudging forward again, it wasn't long before Marcus got close enough to see the compound the terrorists had built. There was a white dome at the center surrounded on three sides with guard towers, Marcus could see that most of the people were underground "So that must be where all the important stuff is." he thought to himself he looked back towards the part of the compound in front of him, there was only one guard in each tower and two standing at the garage door that served as an entrance to the main building. Nothing was standardized, one guy was armed with an AK-47 another man had an AR-15, and one of them only had a revolver! Marcus laid down in the snow and took aim at the man in the left tower, he squeezed his trigger and a 5.56 ballistic tip round silently leaped from the barrel, the bullet found its mark, and the terrorist crumpled. Marcus did the same to the men in the other towers before he made his way to the left side of the entrance, he lined up his rifle and loosed two bullets knocking down the terrorists at the door. "5 down 35 to go." Marcus whispered as he approached the door. He reached down, grabbed the handle on the door and gave it a solid tug, but it didn't budge. "Great, it's locked." Marcus sighed. He checked the bodies of the guards looking for some kind of key or remote for the door but he couldn't find anything. He carefully made his way around the building looking for another entrance, but there was nothing to be found. "Well, I could use the constructive art to make a tunnel... I guess this will be more fun then I thought." Marcus's eyes rippled into the Soul-sight, he looked down "35." He checked his watch "I've only got an hour before dawn, looks like they're trading shifts." All but 5 where together in a large area, some were lying down, others were standing, but they were all moving sluggishly. The other 5 were huddled around in a circle, two of the group were Serpents. "Looks like I'm the bad luck for these guys." Marcus laughed. He stood over the larger group and knelt down placing his hands in the snow. "Gaia Semita." The ground gave way as if he was riding an elevator. Marcus tunneled down about 30 feet before he stopped and pushed the tunnel out until it was above the souls he could see below. "I wish the Soul-sight showed me more then just people, detail on how this room looked would be nice." Marcus thought. He made his way to the far right side of the platform and stomped down hard, the floor gave way under Marcus's immense strength and fell into the room below. Marcus rolled off and brought his M4 to bear, there were 11 men in front of him, all with a shocked look on their face, they took two rounds each. "16 down..." The weight on the right side caused the left to snap and it fell on top of the men behind him. A smile crossed Marcus's face "35 down 5 to go." He activated his Soul-sight and saw four men in a panic, and one calm, about 200 feet from where he was. Marcus stormed down the hallway until he saw were it turned. His Soul-sight came to life and he saw the four men running around the room, their souls in complete panic, except one. One of the Serpents sat calmly, as if nothing was going on at all. When Marcus rounded the corner he saw one man standing outside the room, pistol in hand, shaking like a leaf. Marcus sent a round down the hallway and it caught the man right between his eyes. As Marcus slid in front of the door as a storm of lead came out of the room, Marcus leapt off his foot and slid behind the wall, his eyes never left the souls in the room. Marcus reached behind him and retrieved a clip of full metal jacket rounds, he hit the release on his M4 and slid in the new clip. Lining up his rifle with the souls behind the wall he let loose his counter-attack, as his bullets sliced through the wall he watched each soul fade away as it's host died, all but one, the Serpent at the table, he never flinched, and Marcus had questions he wanted answered. Marcus slowly made his way back to the door, as he entered the room he looked around for traps but saw nothing, nothing but a single man, head hung low at the table, it was hard to tell how tall he was with him sitting and his eyes were veiled in shadow. Marcus walked around the table and sat across from the strange man, the man was calm, unbothered by what had just transpired around him, his soul was empty of any sort of emotion, but, it was his intentions that sent a chill through Marcus. His intentions were the blackest of any Marcus had seen before, Marcus could almost feel the evil that exuded from this guy, the air felt thick, it felt like it was writhing in agony. Marcus's eyes changed back to normal.

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"Who... What are you?" Marcus said through gritted teeth as his grip tightened on his M4, He wanted nothing more than to kill this... thing that sat across from him. The silence broke as the man laughed lightly under his breath, his voice was deep, but scratchy.

"As far as what I am Seer," His gaze slowly rose from the table. "I am simply one of many," His face was covered in scars, but what caught Marcus's attention was his eyes, one was a deep emerald green, but the other, it was dark gray, it looked... dead. "and we," Marcus's eyes grew wide as the mans grey eye rippled out into the Soul-sight.

"are death."