An informant told Zachariah that Azrai and his companions would be arriving shortly. This was good news to get over what all he has just read. His hands were trembling slightly, it has been a long time since he has felt like this, and even if he wasnâ€™t looking at them he could sense the concern of his people starting to build. Both concern for him and the situation at hand but he quickly gave them a look that told them that he understood their concern and placed them at ease. His followers were good people, loyal soldiers, it truly did makde him proud in the end. Does old Raziel truly believe that he was the weak man form their childhood? Does he truly believe that he was going to let him be defeated by a madman who has eluded him for years? More importantly did he expect to be defeated by someone who has strayed so far from his original ideals? It sickened him and he couldnâ€™t help but snort, however as always he did his best to regain his composure.<br/><br/>If he acted out and lost his composure now then everything they would have worked towards would be shot down in flames. Zachariah would not have that.<br/><br/>â€œThe moment that Azrai and his friends are here, allow them to get in. Iâ€™m sure Maverick knows the code as well as Azrai but we canâ€™t have them stalling around much longer.â€ He told a few people, who nodded and went on to continue their business. In the back of his mind, he hopes and prayed that she would have that pilot returned safelyâ€¦ There would indeed be hell to pay otherwise. He drummed his fingers on his desk once again, continuing to read through the information, his determination to rid the world of Sanctus Unum ever rising.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>A sinister and almost hysterical laugh escaped him once the woman told him that she was no idiot and dared to threaten him again with that icy stare and little challenge to fight. Does she honestly think she stood a chance against him? And better yet she seemed to have a sense of humor as well; surely this was going to be a fun little conversation. He told her if she wants the pilot that she could come and get him if she wanted. Then again even if she did manage to kill him there were two superhuman bio-weapons sitting in the back of the car she would have to fight through. But the Cannibal would not allow this woman to defeat him so easily. He was not about to fail his boss and show that he was a weak link in the organization that needed to be terminated. No, he was going to prove his loyalty and help his boss achieve his goals! This world would be cleansed by his bossâ€™s hand and nothing would be done to stop him.<br/><br/>Everything would be perfect. That man was the only person who accepted him, who showed him a world where he could live without discrimination. There was no way he was going to have this woman hinder him from reaching his goal. His bossâ€™s plans are unstoppable! Then again he was also very sad, for he knew once the Oni woman was within his grasp, his boss would no longer need him, but that did not cause him to lose his absolute loyalty.<br/><br/>â€œYouâ€™re right, maybe I am a pretty messy eater,â€ he said with a shrug, throwing his cigarette on the ground and stomping it out with his heel. â€œI canâ€™t help but really get into it whenever I feed. On the other hand I feel that I have better manners than some of the others. But I also know the truth no matter how I try and deny it; people like me donâ€™t deserve to have manners.â€ He pulled another cigarette form his pack. Smoking was the only way to keep his mind occupied enough to not lunge at her throat as the ever growing desire for blood stirred within him more and more. She was interesting and he really wanted a taste of her. For the most part he could control himself very well, thanks to years of practice, but part of him was also raw instinct. It didnâ€™t really make him any less human than the woman in front of him to an extent but he knew he was a monster. He could openly admit that without being afraid of what others would think.<br/><br/>As if he cared anyway.<br/><br/>â€œNow,â€ he continued, his posture relaxed in spite of his small fit of laughter just a moment ago, not hints of anger or malice in his tone despite his cold gaze, always remaining almost unnaturally calm. He dared her to try his temper if she found out how to get under his skin. If she did things would only get more interesting and he would have to make quick work of her as quickly as possible. There was no room for failure. Failure would mean death by his bossâ€™s hand if he was not killed by the woman. Maybe something told him that he should be worried but even then he pushed on. â€œI told you once Iâ€™ll tell you again, if you want the pilot come and get him.â€<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>His thoughts were screaming at him to withdraw his hand but he knew this was the only way they could get to Zachariah. The enemy was right behind them and even if he was more than willing to take a stand he knew damn well that they needed the manâ€™s help before they could do anything else. Closing his eyes, he braced himself for the trip they were about to take as everyone held on tight. Back in Japan he had not known what to expect so the second time around was not as bad as he thought it would be. Everything was still blurry but he did his best not to think about it as the wave of nausea hit him. Whether he minded moving fast or not, humans were just not meant to move at that speed. Ever. It just wasnâ€™t right but he would not complain too much about it. Shizu was willing to help them though in the back of his mind he wondered if it was just because he helped her. He did show her what it was like to be free, was more than happy that she was willing to fight, but she could still only be saying that because he helped her.<br/><br/>Of course that was his cynical thought making their way into his mind again, Azrai brushed them off and focused on not vomiting all over the ground once their little ride, if you could call it that, came to an end. He leaned against the wall of the building, covering his mouth as he cringed. It was bad enough that he was wounded and his stomach was already in knots because of how uneasy the men following had made them and how fast they had caught them. That speed just made him feel a hell of a lot worse but somehow, by some miracle, he was able to keep his bile down enough to not puke. It still took him a moment to regain his composure; his world felt like it was spinning and his wounds burned yet again since he had fallen out of that focused state of mind during Shizuâ€™s run. Closing his eyes, he winced slightly as he rubbed the bridge of his nose, which was also still a bit sore from when he had his face slammed into the wall the other day. Overall, yet again, he was fine nevertheless and as soon as he felt he was alright he pushed off the wall.<br/><br/>â€œI amâ€¦ alright, I assure you,â€ he said in a quiet tone, flashing a faint grin. As alright as he was ever going to be after moving like that as second time, he told himself.<br/><br/>â€œJesus Christ I feel like I had just got ran over by a train. What the fuckâ€¦ noâ€¦ just no. Iâ€™m never fucking doing that again,â€ Maverick, who had been unable to hold himself back from vomiting, spat out hoarsely. The man shuddered as he cringed, covering his mouth as more vomit threatened to leave him again. He probably spoke for all three of them, though Azrai had been crazy enough to agree to it a second time. That man was fucking insane he swore that to the ends of the Earth. Then again what other choice did they have at that point? The enemy was practically right there the moment Shizu had started running. Then again he really, really did not want to do that ever again as he so colorfully stated to the group. And what made things worse was that she was amused by this. How the hell was this amusing!? What if one of them accidentally had let go because of the shock of it? He cringed again and started to walk towards the building. â€œThrough here.â€<br/><br/>With a nod, Azrai followed Maverick to the best of his ability before the man sighed and offered to help him walk again though the offer was of course turned down. He was fine for now despite the feeling of sickness and felt he didnâ€™t need help. And so he was left alone once Maverick got the message that he was not in the mood for arguments or having people oppose his stubbornness. It wasnâ€™t like he has never been here before anyway. Though he doesnâ€™t always travel to Bethlehem for various reasons he knew where Zachariahâ€™s base was located like the back of his hand. As it was an important place, the images were forever burned into his mind.<br/><br/>There was a code to get in, but surprisingly they had been lead in by one of the members, who bowed as she allowed them entrance. He looked behind him to see if there was anyone and once he saw nobody that seemed like they were looking their way he entered through the door. The dark passage leading underground once they left the main part of the house was a tight squeeze but it was wide enough for a few people to pass through at once. It was almost like an old tunnel used by the military during a war or something, and he felt it to be somewhat comforting whenever he moves through this passage. Maverick was not too thrilled on the other hand but he managed, though he still felt like he wanted to fucking vomit. At least they were moving at a normal pace now. He doesnâ€™t even like moving fast to begin with and wasnâ€™t sure if he could ever handle that again. As they continued to head down the dimly lighted stairs, he took deep breaths.<br/><br/>It took about five minutes before they reached a large door that had been reinforced, almost looked like a door to a safe in a bank. The woman escorting them punched in a combination and the door opened to a large underground military base. It was built so it could act as both a bomb shelter as well as a fallout shelter. Zachariah was exceptional when it came to architecture and he always built his bases well and it very strategic locations. There were several winding hall ways, electricity, even running water as displayed by the fountain. This place almost seemed like it belonged above ground, but at the same time it was eerie. It should be livelier but there was a tension in the air that could almost be grasped if one were to reach out and grab it. The woman continued to lead them down a long, empty hallway that had doors on either side, labeled accordingly.<br/><br/>Once they reached Zachariahâ€™s room Maverick and Azrai both stood a little straighter out of respect for the man. â€œElias, your friends have arrived. Iâ€™m opening a different line of communication so we can all talk freely.â€ He said into his earpiece before he stood up and addressed the group. â€œWell done, James, youâ€™ve brought them all here safely.â€ He said to Maverick, who muttered a correction that he preferred to be called Maverick under his breath, before he walked over to Azrai, frowning at the extent of his wounds, â€œI see your trip here hasnâ€™t been an easy one, personally I think youâ€™re an idiot for taking on this missionâ€¦ Or so I thought. You all might want to take a seat. Youâ€™re not going to like what I have to tell you.â€