Flint tightened his bulletproof vest, ensuring the velcro was secured properly once more. They were getting ready to head into Sleepy Burrow to take out the cultists. The Order had to take a backseat to the WC, specifically for rounding up the cultists. The WC didn't want too many of them dead, but Flint wasn't going to complain. Mick let him know he was on thin ice so he was making sure to watch Nalah like a hawk just in case her orders to him changed in any way.

Did he want to be in the thick of it? Yes, would he have complained prior to mating to Gita? Absolutely, but Flint was no longer a hormonal mess and he could actually think logically about things.

It was startling, the amount of clarity he had now. The hormones had definitely worked their way completely out of his system and he honestly felt better. There was no drive to go out on missions, he wanted to go out but it wasn't this big push of, like if he didn't he felt like he wanted to claw his way out of his own skin at the mere thought of not being able to go on one.

Like late that morning when he had kissed Gita goodbye. He wasn't sitting there like a crack addict wondering when the mission would start because he was crawling out of his skin. He had simply asked Gita if she would like take out and a bath once the mission was done because he knew they would both be too tired to cook. She had agreed, because of course she did, she was practical, she knew what it was like being an agent. Which he loved that she was practical like that.

He was actually excited to be able to go home to that. To have take out and have a bath with his female and relax for the first time in what felt like forever. Plus the added surprise he had, he couldn't wait for that either.

"Flint, you good?" Lastor nudged him and Flint nodded.

"Perfect." He adjusted his mask and glanced at the vampire. They were all dressed black on black and Lastor had rubbed some eye black onto his skin. Which was important because the vampire was pale as fuck. He honestly looked like a glowstick some nights.

"It's good to have you back." He thumped his shoulder and Flint snorted.

"Good to be back." He didn't have to ask what Lastor meant. It was good that Flint was back to being level headed and he would never, in a million fucking years, be upset about his clarity. He needed that, it was too dangerous to be on missions otherwise. He understood why he was pulled from the team until he got it figured out.

Nalah gestured for them to start moving and Flint gave her a firm nod, falling between Lastor and Kenni as they stalked towards the dark town. "I need to properly meet your female." Lastor nudged him again and Flint glanced at the vampire.

"You will. You'll like her. She's pretty amazing." He was so fucking proud of her, just everything about her was amazing. She was a survivor, a warrior, a great agent, and so beautiful it distracted him whenever she was around. Case in point him going over to her to give her a kiss before the mission started, reminding her about their date. He knew it was pushing it with Nalah but he just wanted to see her again the moment he had caught sight of her looking far too sexy in her gear.

"She's awesome, probably a little mentally unstable because I don't know why she settled for this jackass." Kenni jerked her thumb at him and Flint shoved her with a chuckle. She almost went sprawling and then clawed the air between them with a hiss. He really was glad to be back, he had loved to spend time with Gita, he wouldn't have traded it for anything, but he was really glad to be back with his team.

"Flint!" Nalah called out his name and Flint immediately headed towards her. "I'm giving you a longer leash." Her gaze was sharp as she looked at him. "I want you to go get your drinking buddy." Her words had Flint slowly grinning. Oh did he ever want to go see Barry, the stupid cannibalistic fucker that he was. This had to be one of his favourite parts of an op after he had infiltrated.

"Abso-fucking-lutely." Flint meant it to, so when Nalah pointed towards the town, he moved immediately. Anticipation filled him up as he walked. His footsteps were heavy and he carried himself with all the confidence in the world because he was confident. He was going to be fine, he had a night in with his female, he wasn't missing that.

The motel came into view and Flint adjusted his grip on his rifle as he shoved the door open. "Barry! So good to see you!" He tugged his mask down and the werewolf actually looked excited to hear his voice before he caught sight of him.

"Fuck!" His eyes bugged out and Flint lazily pointed his rifle at him.

"Hey, buddy. Let's step away from the counter and that sawed off you have under there, yah?" He gestured with the rifle and Barry's gaze flicked from the rifle to Flint's face. It was like the male was trying to weigh his options. "You don't want to attempt it, Barry. I can guarantee that I'm a quicker shot." He raised an eyebrow and Barry slowly moved off to the side. "Come on, come around the counter and let me look at you."

"You're a dirty fucking liar!" Barry spat it out raising his hands as he stepped out from behind the counter.

"I am and you fell for it. Like really quickly. It wasn't even my best work." Flint grinned as he tugged his mask back up before he reached out and grabbed Barry's collar. "Now... we're going to take a walk."

"You killed Sammy, didn't you?" The words choked slightly as Flint twisted his grip on his collar, choking him slightly

"I did. He had something I wanted." Thinking back on killing the wrrewolf, a different sort of satisfaction filled him. The bastard had put his hands on Gita and Flint dealt with it. He liked that thought. "Now move." He shoved Barry forward and pushed him out of the motel. He kept his arm straight, keeping Barry far from his body.

"You're a fucking rat! The worst of the worst!" Barry shouted it and Flint rolled his eyes at the theatrics.

"Says the male who was killing and eating humans and werewolves. I don't care about your boos, I've seen what make you cheer. Now move." He continued to push him forward and when they came out onto the street he stopped. "Sleepy Burrow!" He shouted it and was more than aware of the eyes on him. Cultists could be noisy fucks sometimes. "You have been investigated for crimes against humanity and the moon and you have been found guilty. Resist and die, submit and you might just live!" He called it out and then kicked the back of Barry's knees, sending the male crashing down to the pavement with a grunt.

"I've been fucking waiting for this!" A big burly weremale came out of the mechanic's shop, ripping off his button up as his form twisted and grew as he shifted. "Let's fucking rumble!" He let out a howl and Flint grinned wide as cultists seeped from the shadows like the ghouls they were.

Flood lights came on and Flint extended his arms out under them. "Non est lingua sed vindicta." He shouted and with a swirl of shadows and darkness Lastor and Kenni appeared beside him.

"Nula ultio sine honore." They echoed the words as they brought up their own rifles, aiming at the cultists.

There was a heavy flap of wings and the growling rumble of dragon's fire brewing in a large throat. "Oderint dum metuant." Octavius's voice was a growl as his large dragon form swooped over them all, dripping dragon fire from between his teeth.

Nalah came out, her gear impeccable and Flint watched her carefully, his entire body tensing. "Sick em." She gestured lazily with her hand.

Flint shifted on his feet with a chuckle. "You heard the lady." A low growl rumbled his throat and he started forward while Kenni let out an eerie laugh and she disappeared into the shadows and popped up behind one of the cultists.

"Run." He could hear the whisper from where she stood and the werewolf jumped, whirling around with a snarl as she disappeared again. Flint stalked forward, his rifle up right as that large shifted werewolf jumped onto the closest cultist and started attacking. That was a surprise. He hadn't expected some division among the town.

"Let's have some fun!" Flint threw himself into the fray. It would feel good to kick some cultist ass. He knew the WC wanted most alive but if they resisted and died? Oh well. No loss. He grinned under his mask as he knocked one down. He pointed his rifle at him with his head tilting. "Do you really want to fuck with me? Or do you want to head to the bridge like a good wolfie?" The male held up his hands and Flint gestured at him with the rifle. "Up, up. Get going. You don't make it there and I'll hunt you down."

The male scrambled and bolted right as Octavius laid down borders. The whoomph of his fire went behind them, cutting off one route of escape. He took another pass and laid down a heavy line of dragon's fire along the side, cutting off another escape route. Some of the werewolves screamed. Flint glanced over and realized some were far too close to the fire when it went down and were currently trying to put themselves out.

"I suggest you move your asses!" Nalah's voice, tinged with that push of an aristocratic werewolf, echoed over the field as Kenni and Lastor seemed to tag team, grabbing cultists and throwing them in the direction of the meeting point at the bridge.

A crackle of magic erupted from the last escape route as Cyrus put up a barrier. "I suggest you fuckheads move it!" He sounded amused and Flint didn't blame him.

He grabbed Barry from where he was curled up on the ground and yanked him to his feet before shoving him forward. "Feel lucky the WC wants most of you alive!" He bellowed the words as he and the others started pushing the line.

It was a mad scramble, the shifted werewolf seemed content to tear into the cultists. Flint kept an eye on him but despite his rather... violent means, he was pushing them towards the bridge as well. He noticed a few smaller werewolves helping and he figured that the pain of bites was karma so he turned a blind eye mostly.

Octavius laid down more fire, a path along the higway to keep the cultists corralled. The fire was hot and lit up the night sky. He shoved more cultists forward. He roughly counted about 40. "Move it!" He shoved one from behind and the male whirled around, throwing a punch and Flint side stepped it and grabbed the male. He dragged him over to the dragon's fire. "You want to fucking test me? You really want to fucking test me right now?" He growled low as as the werewolf struggled and tried to back away from the hot and angry flames.

"Flynn! Drop it!" Nalah's command was sharp and Flint made a face but pulled the werewolf away from the wall of fire.

"I suggest you be smarter." Flint shoved the male away and he staggered towards the main crowd of cultists that had formed.

"We are only doing as is our right as werewolves!" Someone from the middle shouted the words and Flint rolled his eyes. Every cultist group used the same fucking mantras. It was rather boring.

"Get fucked!" Kenni fired some shots at the ground behind them, several yelped and snarled as they scrambled away from the flying asphalt. "You guys can't think for yourselves to save your fucking life!"

"The moon gave us the right. We deserve to give into our nature. We need to go back to the old gods. We are the pinnacle of werewolf evolution." Lastor's tone was mocking as he came around the otherside, grabbing a burned werewolf and tossing him at the group as the female staggered. "We've heard every fucking iteration of your tenants. So spare us your unimaginative bullshit and keep moving."

Flint was a little upset that most of the fight had gone out of the group. He wanted to get more hands on but he also knew he couldn't push it.

"You're a traitor, Ed!" Someone shouted it at that large shifted werewolf and he snarled, giving a toothy grin before snapping at the group. His teeth were close enough that it caught and tore fabric.

Flint snorted in amusement at that. "Keep moving!"

"You're betraying your own kind-"

"My kind doesn't murder innocent civillians and eat them." Flint retorted rather harshly as he adjusted his grip on his rifle. "My kind knows we need to stick to the new laws. My kind aren't the ones being corralled like fucking sheep being lead to slaughter. So think about that." His words had the cultists snarling as they moved. Their eyes flashed and teeth grew sharper. He touched a little nerve with that. He wanted to poke it harder.

"Flynn." At Nalah's warning he bowed his head at her. He had to listen, even though he really wanted to continue poking at them. "Kept fucking moving because even though the WC wants you alive, we can and will kill you if you don't comply!"

"Fuck you, snobby aristocratic bitch!" The voice was snarled from somewhere in the center of the group and Flint watched as Kenni shoved a cultist into the crush as it tried to step away from it.

"Your beer was watered down piss. Anyone with normal taste buds would say that." Nalah's response was snarky as she adjusted her hand on her own rifle.

"Nal!" Mick's voice was sharp and Nalah bowed her head at him, a smirk tugging up her lips.

Flint found himself overly amused by the entire interaction. They reached the hill right before the bridge and Octavius circled overhead. It was clear that the cultists were wary of him. He could see some of them throwing glances up whenever he made a pass over the group.

"Alright. Let's do this orderly!" The head agent for the WC lifted her hand. "You need to get booked and tried. It will happen, resisting just wastes our time." Her voice was no nonsense and Flint and the others pushed the cultists until they were sandwiched between the WC forces and the Order. He could see the group that the WC agents had gathered and he was impressed.

He glanced up and caught Octavius's gaze, he smirked and gave a small nod. He gestured to Kenni and Lastor and they all backed up several paces. Octavius gave a bellowing roar and made a pass over the cultist but he went so low that they could have reached up and touched his belly. But it had the desired effect as most of them hit the ground and several screamed as they cowered.

Flint laughed loudly, shaking his head as he relaxed, his fingers twitching on his rifle. "Tav! What the fuck?" Mick sounded like he wanted to laugh but was equal parts upset and the dragon blew a pillar of fire into the air in response. "Watch the crowd and help maintain order while they are booked!" The order was clear and Flint nodded, his eyes scanning the crowd. Most were still cowering on the ground but there were some on their feet but Flint honestly wished they would try to escape or do something so he could respond.

This round up had been positively boring.

As if hearing his thoughts Kenni snorted, "This is boring." She shifted on her feet. "Someone make a break for it. I wanna shoot something!" The cultists eyed her warily and Flint snorted in amusement.

"Enough." Nalah snapped the word and Kenni lifted a hand in acknowledgement. However when she glanced at him she winked and Flint chuckled under his breath.

She was right though. He wished someone would do something. It would make things more lively for sure. Octavius made another pass, the tip of his wing getting close to Flint and Flint looked up. He caught Octavius's gaze and gave another nod.

The dragon shifter nodded in return before his strong wings carried him away from the group. "Where's he going?" Lastor half whispered it and Flint smirked.

"Mind your business." There was no way he was going to let anyone spoil the surprise. He found Gita among the crowd as she grabbed a cultist to handcuff him. She looked up and caught his gaze. He winked at her and she grinned, blowing him a kiss before she heaved the handcuffed cultist to their feet.

Fuck did he love her.