Maya was terribly conflicted. What she was doing was going against ALL of her training. Obedience, loyalty to the Order which had been her entire life. The deal with Bertie was one thing. He was one of many. Just another vampire. But Dante was one of a kind. He was right, she would be celebrated for the rest of her life. A painting of her would hang in a corridor gallery, future generations would learn about her, and she threw it all away for a sense of curiosity and ...and... well, she hadn't seen Leroy when he went for her and Dante had saved her life. She sighed inwardly, she really ought to just hang up her weapons now and crochet doilies at this rate. Saved by two supes in the span of one hour. If Tuttle knew.....<br/><br/>The listened to the man talk as the cab threaded it's way through heavy traffic before driving into the outskirts and finding its way to a sprawling estate over run by... children? Maya winced, she had no experience with children at all. Hunters weren't even allowed to be children when they were children. They were bred and then born, and then raised and trained. She knew as a fertile female Eagle she was required to donate eggs during a hiatus next year.  At twenty-five they considered her eggs at a little overripe already. Most women she knew just got it over with sooner than that. She was so disgusted by the whole thing, she had obtained several deferments until she was warned that if she didn't cooperate she would have to give live birth. Oh hell NO!!!! Since donating eggs required fertility shots etc they went on a 'vacation' and would donate before getting back to their lives. Some members fell in love and retired and had babies but it had to be sanctioned, wasn't encouraged, and since relationships wasn't something they had grown up observing and practicing, most hunters really sucked at it. The idea was that hunters wouldn't become entangled in emotional bonds either towards their offspring or their partners and risk lives by making decisions not aimed at the big picture.<br/><br/>Maya grimaced at Dante and hoped it looked like a smile "These. are. children." she ground out between clenched teeth. "I can handle vampires, lycans, and all manner of other hellspawn but not this variety. What are we doing here?" A small boy had hung on to one leg and she walked with a limp dragging him along as he giggled helplessly. Another held on to her arm and she lifted her arm trying to shake it off. The little boy squealed with laughter, and even Maya had to admit that these tiny humans were actually kind of funny.