Elias was more than pleased that he had given Zachariah a lead on the organization that they were trying to hunt down. He was proving that he was a great asset to the team. He provided little to no arguments when given orders and he was fast when it came to retrieving information. He allowed himself to smile briefly as he was praised. It didn't take much to make him happy, though that fleeting moment of happiness left him. If they were on to his schemes, then they must know about him as well, which meant. He scrambled to his phone, nearly falling out of his chair, fumbling with the electronic device for a while, before his shaking fingers pressed the call button. He listened to the dial tone for a while, before it went straight to voicemail. He ended the call, taking a deep breath, he was probably still asleep. Pressing the redial button, he waited once more, trying to get in contact with his friend.<br/><br/>The voicemail answered him again and he closed his eyes. Setting down his phone, he stared at the ground. How the hell did they find him? He had made sure to be as elusive as he possibly could. If they hurt him...he shook his head trying not to think about things like that. He had to be optimistic or else it would distract him from the task at hand. Letting out a shaky breath, he settled back down in his chair, staring at the monitors for a while. He needed to tell Zachariah, clearing his throat as he had been quiet for a while after the orders were given to him. "I..." he paused knowing that he sounded slightly panicked. This was no time to be scared, but it was eating away at him. "I have a friend, a very close friend, I think they found him," he said in the calmest voice he could manage while he searched through the files, looking for a name. Getting the name was of the utmost importance.<br/><br/>"It seems that they have gone under many different names over the years for the purpose of being able to continue their research unnoticed," Elias murmured, trying to get back into the swing of things, his mind awfully distracted. "However, it will be no problem for me to get the correct name." He continued to idly talk to Zachariah; it was a way from keeping him from going insane. This situation kept escalating the more he continued to discover and hack into the organization's system. After a while, he placed all the names that the organization went by, noticing that there was a pattern in the names. He ran a program to pull out the letters, putting together all the possible combinations. "Got it," he said with slight excitement. His brow furrowed, realizing he had never heard of this organization before, perhaps Zachariah had. "They seem to be calling themselves Sanctus Unum. Does that ring any bells?"<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>When he received the message that his men had secured the friend of the hacker, he was more than pleased, however he was not about to let his guard down. He drummed his fingers along his leg as he carefully thought things through. By now, they would know their entire plan, which was neither good nor bad, because his plans would be fulfilled either way. "They will be protecting the hacker, it would be pointless to try and attack him," he said slowly, his cold eyes thinking of a plan. "However, it is imperative that we have that hacker, he is becoming a problem, is he not?" He stared at his monitor, watching his men. They were right, things had gone far too smoothly then again he was sure they hadn't expected them to come after the pilot. He smiled slightly as he looked away from the monitor, he looked at a file that he was given.<br/><br/>"Make him talk, by any necessary means however; it would be wise to take it to some place that is more private." His fingers flipped through the files in his hand, he frowned slightly. He let out a sigh and continued to speak with his men. "Be cautious, the enemy is ever watchful, like we are. That is all for now, if you should trouble, eliminate it." He ended the conversation, turning around with a swivel of his chair. He handed the file to the lab worker, lacing his fingers in his lap. "Is it ready to be tested?" The lab worker looked nervous, clutching the file tightly. "There could be complications; the experiment's body is not built like the Oni woman. It would be rather...unwise to so send it out onto the field." He nodded his head, taking it into consideration. "I see, then that is why we need that woman. You are dismissed."<br/><br/>By the day's end, he would have the Oni girl in his hands and if he didn't, there would be hell to pay. He was not so careless like Cain, he took his time planning and strategizing. He never rushed in without thinking of other possible situations. He sighed, knowing that his experiments wouldn't last out in the field. He needed that Oni woman, Azrai was a plus as well. If he could use nanotechnology to change and alter their forms, then he would be unstoppable. The world would be his oyster, he grinned at the thought as he monitored the progress of the mission.<br/><br/>It would start soon.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Ivan let out a small sigh, knowing that it should have been better not to have asked the question. Of course Azrai had no idea why he wanted to take the mission. It just happened and he could understand those compelling emotions. Even still, he wanted to deck him in the face, just not as hard. It was terribly hard to resist the urge but there was no need to start any kind of commotion. This situation was heavy and he could feel the tension building between the three of them. It was definitely not the time to be on edge with one another. He wanted to tell Azrai that he could still be a bodyguard; however it was probably best to not say anything else. He knew that his friend was beating himself up, why should he ease the pain? It was more that obvious that some things could have been avoided with a little help. It just worried Ivan that Azrai had chose the most suspicious mission to begin his bodyguard training, if he could call it that. At least shoot for something that was a bit easier and less time consuming, but it wouldn't be Azrai if he didn't make this complicated.<br/><br/>At least everyone was alive and well, that was all he could have hoped for, however, he had caught on when Azrai had gone into that mood of his. He had become attached to the Oni girl, which shocked him in the least, seeing how Azrai never got attached so fast. He wondered when it happened in this short amount of time. Azrai had broken the first rule of being a bodyguard: Never get attached to the objective. He glanced over at Maverick sensing that the male was just as upset as the rest of them. He wasn't sure if he would have stopped Maverick from whatever he was planning to do to Azrai, but it was probably not to think that far ahead. Besides, it seemed as if plans have changed once more. Ivan tensed, not liking to sound of having to leave Jerusalem or the fact that Zachariah had requested them to make haste. At least that was what he had gathered from the tone of Maverick's voice. He tensed as Azrai asked for his gun, not liking the tone one bit. He watched as Azrai walked to the back room, before letting out another sigh. He would definitely need a drink when this whole fiasco was over, and by drink he meant twenty.<br/><br/>Shizu flinched a bit as the door was opened; she was relieved that it was Azrai. She stood up as he spoke to her watching how he carried himself. Surely he was in a lot of pain. "Leaving," she questioned softly. "But you are in no condition to be moving around." She knew it was pointless trying to tell the man what kind of condition that he was in. It was obviously important if they had to leave the apartment. She watched to yell at the men, even though she had never yelled at anyone before. She was worried. She was worried that Azrai would end up killing himself on this mission. It was pretty selfish of him, she thought, trying to be a hero when she wasn't worth the risk. Her fists clenched a bit, realizing that she would lose an argument to him. She should just let it go, but she hated seeing him in this condition. It was all because she decided to leave the village with him. He wouldn't have been in so much pain. She clenched and unclenched her jaw, trying to calm her mind.<br/><br/>This was certainly not what anyone had been expecting. She figured that it would have been difficult to get away from her stepfather but that was all. She hadn't expected all this violence and chaos. She hadn't expected to be thrown into a different world, one full of constant danger and fear. Would it have been best for her to stay in the village? Would these people still have come after her? She knew that they probably would have, eventually. They seemed to have known about her for quite some time, evening knowing that she was an Oni. However, that still didnâ€™t mean she knew who these people were. Her stepfather had many foreign visitors at the compound; it could have been any of the men. Her eyes narrowed the more she thought about it, but she came to a dead end. She wondered how things would turn out in the end. Would she be free or would she be captured? The line of freedom seemed to be blurred at this point. She felt trapped still, in a never ending chase. The more people that got involved made her lose sight of that blurred line. Free or not, she just didn't want Azrai to get injured anymore. It was obvious that he was deeply cared for by his comrades, so why should he risk his life?<br/><br/>She would ask him, when she had the chance. She already knew the answer, because she knew there wasn't one. She just...felt compelled to ask him. Letting out a sigh, she figured the longer she stood there and thought about things, the longer it would take for them to leave. She exited the room, a sullen look in her eyes. She could not voice her opinions about leaving, because she was just some woman out of the loop of things. They had a better understanding of the situation that she did. It was useless. She was useless. All she was something to protect and she wasn't even sure who or what they were protecting her from at this point. It was too large for her to be able to understand at this point, especially with her little knowledge of the world. She entered the living room, ready to depart whenever she was told. She was good at follow orders; it was what she had been doing all her life. Maybe when they moved to the next location, she would have answers for her questions. It would greatly ease her being to know what exactly was going on at this point.<br/><br/>"Seems like we are all ready for departure," Ivan said lowly, before looking at Maverick. "Lead the way."