The Cannibal remained nonchalant as he watched the man who dared step out of line be brutally murdered by this woman. The sounds of bones crunching and the smell of blood filling the air made him feel completely alive. Absently, he found himself licking his lips. After awhile his gaze dropped to the now dead man and a smirk formed on his lips, â€œServes him right for stepping out of line,â€ he said in calm yet almost frozen tone that showed he could care less about what she had just done in front of him. In fact it was probably needless to say that her little display excited him. It was no surprise that bio-weapons could die like humans since they were very much human in many ways just like he was. However, it did worry him slightly considering that these men were a pretty new addition to the every growing army, filled with the new chemicals that the scientists have been working on for the past five years. Looking at how easily that man had been defeated it almost made him feel old for the first time in years. Older than the idiots he was forced to put up with on this mission anyway.<br/><br/>He was also very worried at the same time. Surely this could not be the extent of the bossâ€™s research? No. These men were weak and he knew it; it took a certain kind of individual to truly experience the full affects the bio-weapon technology had once it took hold. It felt damn good.<br/><br/>The calm yet displeased sound of his bossâ€™s voice rang in his earpiece, making him scowl a bit. Looks like he was out of time. It was truly a shame since he wanted to have so much fun with this woman as he tore her flesh apart slowly. Mind going back to his previous thoughts about the whites of his teeth being the last thing thatâ€™s he saw, he was about to speak again when the other man stepped out of the car now. â€œThe boss needs that pilot, so hurry the fuck up and letâ€™s get going.â€ There was a pause suddenly and a wide smile appeared on the manâ€™s expression, â€œI was right about you after all, wasnâ€™t I? Has the mighty Cannibal grown soft on us? You canâ€™t even take care of one bitch? Iâ€™ve heard you take out numerous people, powerful people, at once and youâ€™re even strong enough to take on some of the bossâ€™s most prized experiments. What the fuck is wrong with you?â€ The man suddenly pulled a gun which caused the Cannibal to turn his attention away from the woman again.<br/><br/>He tilted his head a bit while he quirked a brow with a soft sigh. These newer weapons were always out for blood. But who was to say he was any better; he was a weapon himself after all. And while his mind was still very conflicted, he knew the truth. Weapons were expendable and would only be thrown away in the end. Soon there would be no need for him or anyone else once Raziel got all the pieces to the puzzle that he wanted. â€œYou might want to look at this corpse before you think twice about jumping in. Donâ€™t you think that there might just be a reason I havenâ€™t killed her yet? Sheâ€™s a lot more skilled than I thought originally; Iâ€™d be dead before I knew what hit me if I go after her now.â€ The Cannibal might be getting a bit old but he was no idiot. With age comes wisdom, as they say. He briefly turned his attention to the woman again and once more flashing his canines as that sinister laughter from earlier escaped him. â€œBesides, she amuses me. All of that malice and bloodlust oozing off of her will make this an interesting fight.â€<br/><br/>â€œWho says Iâ€™m after her? The boss is becoming increasingly impatient. We were supposed to have the pilot to him half an hour ago. Instead youâ€™re flirting. How adorableâ€¦ You make me sick because as far as Iâ€™m concerned youâ€™re a failure.â€<br/><br/>The Cannibal just sighed, about to lunge for the woman when a bullet zoomed past him. He could almost feel the heat coming off of it as it passed by the front of his face. It was the man. â€œThere is no room in this organization for failures. Kill the girl now or I kill you.â€ Seems this one was going to be a problem. With everything on his mind at the moment he didnâ€™t need his own colleagues questioning his loyalty. He has been with the boss for a long time, how dare the question himâ€¦ But then again didnâ€™t that make him a hypocrite considering he had been doing a lot of questioning himself? Either way this man was no longer of any use to him if he was going to doubt him. Without warning, the Cannibal swiftly moved around the car, grabbed the man by the neck, and slammed him against the wall of the building with enough force to snap his neck instantly, smashing the skull with ease. The man had managed to shoot him in the chest but the Cannibal would not be stopped by bullets so easily.<br/><br/>â€œNow,â€ he turned back to the woman with that same smile, walking a little closer to her, wincing slightly as he rubbed his hand over his wound, â€œwe no longer have any interruptions. Iâ€™m sorry for keeping you waiting for so long, but honestly I like to see my prey riled up before I devour them. Shall we dance? Ladies first. At least allow an old monster like me to maintain some sense of chivalry.â€ He was hungry for blood, she was hungry for blood. Both were looking to finish what they came to do. The stage was set. Everything was perfect. And he had confidence despite what he witnessed from her earlier that he would win this fight.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>That was a good question and it has been on his mind ever since this whole war started. What was their plan of action? Azrai had faith that Zachariah knew what he was doing and always has ever since he has met the man that fateful day when he took him under his wing once his time in the military was up. However that did not change the fact that he was indeed very worried about what was going to happen next; how the hell did he expect them to fight against bio-weapons? He dared not question the man but so many things were swimming around in his mind right now that it made him extremely restless. The desire to make these people pay ever growing but he did his best to make sure to keep himself under control so he didnâ€™t lose it right here and now when he was needed. Elias was right, however, that he could not throw himself into battle the way he was now. Not only was he an easy target because he was wounded but he did not want to be reckless. Inevitably, he would be killed if he just rushed in and started pulling the trigger right away.<br/><br/>As stubborn as he was he simply refused to die by the hands of the enemy. If he did he damn well that knew his friends would not hesitate to drag him back from the afterlife and kill him again. Exhaling softly, he shifted in his own chair and leaned back, folding his arms while he continued to give Zachariah his complete attention. This man was going to rid the world of evil and cleanse it in the way it was supposed to. He knew he was needed more than ever for it was Godâ€™s will that Zachariah shall lead them to victory. Blood would have to be spilled but in order for peace to be kept it had to be so, in order for Shizu to be free it had to be so. No matter what it took, he would spill as much blood as he had to in order for Sanctus Unum to be put to rest. Mental images swarmed his mind as he pictured himself dismembering every last member of Sanctus Unum. For awhile he was deep in thought but then Maverick nudged him, probably thinking he was falling too far into his bloodthirsty mindset.<br/><br/>â€œTell meâ€¦ if you knew that Sanctus Unum was becoming stronger than surely you knew that I was being set up as well.â€ Azrai spoke once he felt he was down to Earth enough to not have any anger in his voice. He spoke softly and instead of anger in his tone there was inquiry. This was not a time for anger or arguments in general. No, this was a very serious matter that had to be taken care of. In the end they would all stand together, united, as they rid the world of the evil that was Sanctus Unum. â€œIf that is the case thenâ€¦ why did you not inform me?â€<br/><br/>Zachariah frowned slightly and took in a deep breath, â€œUnfortunately there had to be sacrifices in order for me to find Sanctus Unum, and I know I seem to have a bad habit of placing you in rough situations. Iâ€™m deeply sorry about that and that is all Iâ€™ll say. The rest Iâ€™m sure you know by now, as youâ€™re a smart man.â€ He gave Azrai and apologetic look to further show how sorry he was. He knew that he could have prevented the extent of the injuries at least a little if he had given him a small heads up. However in the end, like all of his plans no matter how cruel they seem, everything turned out well. Zachariah was a bit of a sadist in that sense. But that did not mean the man would ever think to send people to the slaughter for him as if their existence meant nothing to him. â€œNow, as for your question, Ivan, rest assured that I am prepared for this,â€ he continued. â€œAs prepared as I will be learning of the bio-weapons threat at the last minute anyway. Honestly, all I can say is that I hope my plan still works.â€ He pressed a button on his intercom, â€œBring it to me, even if itâ€™s still highly unstable. It is time.â€ he told one of his aids in a sharp tone.<br/><br/>Silence filled the room for a good five minutes that felt like an eternity to Azrai and Maverick. Maverick especially did not like whenever Zachariah went silent, usually never meant anything good. His leg was bouncing a bit under the table but his facial expression was calm yet determined just like everyone else in the room. â€œWell Zachariah, I, for one, have complete trust in you andâ€¦â€ he raised his voice somewhat, â€œElias was it? I donâ€™t think weâ€™ve ever met though your voice does sound a bit familiar so Iâ€™m sure we have and my memory is just screwing with me due to this situation.â€ He said mostly out of not really liking the silence or the situation. He was still recovering from that horrible run for one and the news of bio-weapons was not what he expected when he was called here. Part of him really wished this could just be some moron looking to kill Azrai like it always wasâ€¦ A heavy sigh escaped him as he continued to try to wrap his head around this. His mind was blown to fucking pieces. Not only blown to fucking pieces, but scattered all over the damn room.<br/><br/>A few moments later, a small box was brought into the room. The man who presented it was told to leave it on the table and then dismissed. â€œThis is my main plan, but I donâ€™t want to completely rely on it. What you see before you is a little something I was working on myself to counter Raziel five years ago when I first caught wind of his experiments. Itâ€™s still in development and highly unstable but itâ€™s still very deadly so do not underestimate it.â€ There was a pause before he slowly opened the box and pulled out a gun that had been modified to accept a special kind of bullet. Azrai recognized the gun immediately as the weapon he had used against Sanctus Unum five years ago. He almost felt nervous gazing upon its more complete form, knowing full well what it could do. The ammunition for it was filled with a special kind of acid. â€œThis gunâ€ Zachariah continued, â€œis Godâ€™s weapon against evil, created by the very people who are His chosen soldiers. The Soldiers of Christ. With this gun, we shall bring salvation and put a stop to the evils of Sanctus Unum. I say again that God is on our side, and under His guidance we shall not fail.â€<br/><br/>Zachariah definitely had a certain charisma about him, though the sadness in his voice was as clear as day. To think that Raziel has strayed so far from his path, his ideals becoming so corrupt. It will indeed be an interesting reunion. He didnâ€™t care how powerful that man had become, if he could still bleed then he could still die. Immortality was a lie after all. Though every bit of Zachariah knew that man, judging by the information uncovered by Elias, has nearly completed everything he needs. Meaning that serum was probably completed as well and it bothered him greatly. If he has then his chances of winning might very well be slim, but he refused to give up hope. His people needed him. If he showed he was uncertain then he would be a poor leader; a leader must never falter but then again he knew he was not perfect. Zachariah would admit he himself was a bit corrupt, all great leaders were in some way or another, but he would do whatever it took to get done what had to be done.<br/><br/>â€œWe will move in exactly twenty minutes, once Elias finishes up his work, and we will be storming through their front gates. With the right strategies they wonâ€™t even know what hit them; however I know Raziel will go after Shizu and Azrai the moment he knows weâ€™re coming for him. Donâ€™t let your guard down. But, Shizu, Iâ€™m sure youâ€™re aware of how much we need your help against these things. We also want to avoid Azrai going into his bloodthirsty state of mindâ€¦ or at least try to avoid that so he doesnâ€™t get himself killed. Or captured. You be careful as well, as much as I need you on the frontlines keep in mind you are a primary target. Should you feel yourself becoming overwhelmed, fall back for a bit.â€ He looked to Ivan, â€œIvan, Iâ€™m leaving you in charge of the gun considering Azrai is in no condition to use it and I know you have experience with it. James I need you to keep everyone organized,â€ he said to Maverick, then finally turned to Azrai. â€œI have something for you, something I know youâ€™re good at. And hopefully something that wonâ€™t get you killed.â€ The last sentence was stern. Reaching under the table, Zachariah brought out a long carrying case.<br/><br/>The carrying case contained a brand new Heckler & Koch MSG-90. Azrai grinned at the gun as it was placed in front of him, examining the piece gingerly like he was handling something delicate. It was a gorgeous gun. It was definitely to his liking and it satisfied him greatly. Zachariah was a man who knew his people, knew how to please them; it was not surprising that he remembered his exceptional marksman skills as a sniper. Silently, he cursed his injuries, but he knew they were all right that he had to keep a level head this time and this would be the perfect way to do so. He could feel it in his bones, the war that was about to begin. The Holy Land was once again, after centuries of a sort of unstable peace, a battlefield and thousands of lives would probably be lost in a matter of hours.