GISA Headquarters, Langley

Colonel Zebediah Goodman, Commander of the "Global Information and Security Agency" sat at his desk and glared at the man in front of him. "You are seriously telling me that you and your team is not able to get any informations about those "Supernaturals""? he asked calmly. His opposite didn't say anything. He learned a long time ago that those questions where only rhetorically.

"So, let me get this straight. The most powerful Security Agency in history, having every single tech available to them if it is invented and who is even more funded than the US military, is not able to gain the necessary informations from those who are those who are a threat for the whole country? All our tools, all our knowledge is worth nothing?" he repeated, still very calm.

"This is unacceptable. What about our field agents?" Liam Neville, his Personal Assistant, rubbed his face tiredly and sighed. "All our field agents are detected within a few hours. Zeb, the moving from Boulder to Langley took a toll. We still haven't got full access to all intelligence survery and our internal IT-System still is not set up. Not to mention about our own security. This whole "we need to cooperate and move FBI and GISA together" is taking a toll at our capability to survey the tracks. And despite the fact that all my shifts are working like berserks, they are running into dead ends every time they have a track." The door suddenly got opened with a loud bang and a strange looking man approached the office.

"The witches are protecting the important sites, so your all seeing eyes are useless." he stated and fell into the second chair besides Liam. He smiled but it was a smile without joy and his eyes were cold like a snowstorm in Antarctica. His shoulders were broad and his body well trained. His hair had a military style cut, but the eye got quickly destracted by the scars covering his face and visible body. His once handsome face was now riddled by gashes which destroyed every inch. One huge one, looking rather fresh, went from his temple to his jar, tugging at his mouth and keeping it in a crooked halfsmile. His nose was broken so often, it resembled a cabbage on meth, and the skin was mottled where there were apparently burn scars. His hair looked patchy, deep rifts scarring the scalp.

Zeb felt a strong distaste the second he saw them. The stranger seemed to recognize this and sent him a cruel smile. For a long time both men measured the strength of the other - and Zeb found with a sudden rush of uncertainty that this man probably would easily overpower him. Finally the Commander furrowed his brows even more. "Who are you and what are you doing in my office?" he asked, not hiding his dislike for that man in front of him.

The mans grin became more wicked and Zeb felt that his sanity was on a thin line if not already gone. "I am the last of the hunters. And I know how to get rid of that scum you call "supernaturals"."

Zeb perked up. "Say what? How?" The Commander realized that he sounded a bit too eager but it was too late. The "Hunter" saw his despair about the lack of informations. Zeb cursed silently. His infamous lack of poker skills was finally biting him in the arse like his friends often predicted.

Liam cleared his throat. "Actually we are not at full strength after the moving from Boulder. But as soon as we are settled we will..." The man in front of them threw his head back and laughed out loud. "getting nothing." he chuckled amused. "They are not communicating the way we humans do. But they are pretty crafty when it comes to human technics. They have their own hackers. Consider your whole agency as compromised." he grinned evilly.

Liam looked at him. "Compromised?" The hunter nodded. "You can't trust your staff and you can't trust your whole networks anymore." Zeb thought about it and nodded slowly. "That's the first thing you said which makes any sense at all." He looked at Liam. "All permissions revoked, we are shutting down the Agency for minimum two weeks. Background check for any staff member."

Liam swallowed. "Colonel, you can't be serious. That would put a blind spot..." Zeb interrupted his assistant. "We already ARE in a blind spot. Every department is checking every department, no exceptions. Not even me. I want IT to double check the whole IT." Liam looked at his Boss in disbelief. "Code Blue?" Zeb nodded. "Code Blue. There is a high possibility that this service is infiltrated. We need to find the traitors."

Liam took a deep breath. "Alright." he scurried out of the room, calling loudly for his secretary. The door slammed shut and Zeb turned to the man in front of his desk. "What exactly do you want and why are you helping us?" he asked carefully. The mans smile maybe got even more evil. "Revenge. And you are the one who will carry it out."

***

The big dragon descended slowly to the house surrounded by a crowd. Fiona scowled. "This seems awfully like a Lynchmob. And is that a stake? Is this a "burn the witch" - event?" she asked the dragon, who looked carefully before a rumbling started in his chest. "Illuminatus?" the dryad asked warily before she realized that the dragon was laughing. The rumbling grew and Fiona felt like she was riding one of those human rollercoasters. She prayed that the human woman still was unconscious - and stayed this way.

"Illuminatus?" she asked again. The dragon finally managed to breathe. "They....are trying to burn a...fire witch. A FIRE WITCH." With that he started to laugh again and Fiona realized that indeed those silly humans were attempting to burn a fire witch. She started to laugh. "Wait. I want to see this." she asked Illuminatus. The dragon answered immediately. "Wouldn't want to miss this."

They didn't have to wait for long. The big pile of wood was almost finished, the stake was held in place when a pompous looking man stepped right in front of the porch but Fiona noticed that he didn't dare to step onto the porch. He took a deep breath while his minions were silently standing behind him. They looked almost medieval, with carrying torches and forks, if not for the gas canisters some of them carried.

"Thou shall not suffer a witch to live" the man started and the dryad heard the slight chuckle of the dragon. "I know I know. That's getting old, isn't it?" Grinning she went on to listen to the strange figure.

"Carla the witch. Are you willing to steer back from the way of the Satan and embrance the love of the Lord? Then step out willingly on this pile of wood, so your soul may find peace in the arms of the Lord."

Fiona listened carefully. She didn't want to miss a single word. She didn't have to, because Carlas answer was loud and clear: "Oh come on. Just because you didn't get laid the other day you are now trying to kill me? Don't you think this is slightly overboard? What is about the good old sulking?" The man puffed up his chest and answered: "I have no idea what you are talking about. A man of god will never lay with a Satans bride." he stated gravely.

Carla burst out in a laughing fit. "Yeah, keep telling yourself that you little drunkard. First you hit on David, the male dryad, and when he told you he don't like humans that way you tried to hit on me. What are your minions thinking about a gay pastor?" she chuckled.

The man in front of her sensed the tension behind him. "ENOUGH OF YOUR FILTHY LIES. THOU SHALL NOT SUFFER A WITCH TO LIVE!" he thundered. "AND SO THIS DAY IS YOUR JUDGMENT DAY." he took one of the torches and threw it at the porch. The wood clearly was doused in gasoline because the fire immediately started to spread over the whole porch. Carla didn't move one limb to avoid the fire, a strange smile at her lips.

"And so you set your own fate, holy man." she said, before she closed her eyes. "And that of your minions." Carla added, before she took one of the flames in her own hand. Absentmindedly she played with the little flame, which almost seem to dance in her hand. Concentrated at the flame she said, her gaze far away. "Did you realize that you tried to burn a fire witch?" her now sharp gaze nailed the humans at their place. "And did you further realize that the times are long gone that witches allow anybody to harm them?" the mass in front of her looked at her like a herd of sheeps who got caught by a wolf. Carlas smile got strange, almost cruel. "Time to learn, humans."

With those words she threw the flame to the first man who stood in front of her porch. The flame, now in a searing hot white color, spread rapidly and covered the man completely. He opened his mouth in a silent scream, but it was over that quickly that he fell into ashes in mere seconds. The flame jumped back to Carlas hand. The flames at the porch were now illuminating the ghostlike scenery. Fiona took a double take and was impressed: The flames just illuminated the scenery, they didn't burn the wooden porch.

The human crowd was petrified. And so Carla had an easy game when she tossed flame after flame into them with deadly precision. Finally the remaining people awakened out of their stupor. Screams filled the air where the panicked humans tried to get as much space between them and their wannabe victim.

Carla didn't hold back, and slowly one human after another disappeared into ashes. The last remaining woman, aside the preacher, was Maddie. She ran in panic as fast as she could, but Carlas flame was quicker than every human. Her silent last cry went to the high heavens she wanted to sent Carla in before the slight breeze blew away the remaining ashes.

Only the preacher was left, shocked beyond reasoning about the outcome. He never thought that Carla would go that far, in fact he didn't even think for a second. He acted out of his hatred and bad judgement. His terrified gaze followed each of the steps the witch now made towards him, her fingers covered in flames.

"Fire is my element." she purred. "Burning a fire witch is like carrying owls to Athens: Pointless." She let the flame nip at his cheek. An angry red mark showed up and he was covered in sweat. Carla looked at him, grinning viciously.

"BOO" she said and the preacher squeaked almost like a pig before turning around and running away as fast as he could. "I'm coming back." he threatened but when Carla lifted her arm he paled and ran even faster, the laughter of the witch haunting him with every step he ran. After a few he became slower, panting heavily. Carla took a flame and sent it behind the man, nipping at his calves whenever he dared to slow down. And despite his lack of breath the preacher run for dear life.

When he was out of sight, the dragon landed gracefully at the lawn, his tail swishing at the ashes. "That was fun." he snorted but sobered up quickly. "That could've been a good meal if you were a better cook" he scolded her. Carla grinned at the big beast. "Oh come on. I'm sure there is better food for you to find." The dryad suddenly jumped from the dragonback, right in front of the witch who took a closer look at the remaining passenger.

"Fiona? What are you doing with a sleeping human at a dragonback?" Carla asked her, scowling. Fiona smiled. "She's a nurse. She knows how to heal. Besides that she is my mate, but can we keep that as a secret for now? She's terrified enough. Oh, and we need you and David. And your little cat shifter."

Carla looked at the eager dryad questioningly. "If Illuminatus is carrying you it is important. What's up, Fiona?" the dryad beamed at her. "Becka has her warrior. And he demands a hospital." Carla narrowed her eyes. "Is this one of your antics again, dryad?" she asked harshly, but Fiona shook her head fiercely. "No. It's not. I swear. Right now they are building up the Headquarter. Carla, we are really gathering together."

Carla looked at Fiona, thinking quickly. Then she seemed to came to a decision. "Alright. We are coming." She looked at the dragon. "Give me the place." Illuminatus locked his gaze with the witch. After a while she nodded. "We can find this. We meet you at the clearing, Fiona." The dryad saluted mockingly. "If I were you I would leave that place pretty soon. It is highly unlikely that this dumb preacher is coming back with fire again. This time he might drown you." Carla shuddered. "Brrrr. Water. Yikes. Yeah, I think you are right. I'm leaving within the next minutes."

Fiona jumped back on Illuminatus back. "Be careful out there. The hunters are gone, but that doesn't mean it is safe now." Carla just nodded before heading back to her house.

Illuminatus jumped up and soared up to the sky, heading for the new headquarter.