This situation was starting to annoy her. It was obvious that they were getting no here just by simply talking. Her tactics for distracting him were not working as well as she had hoped. It seemed that she would have to step up her game plan, but she had no idea where to begin honestly. She had been betting on the man to become distressed over the fact that his boss would no longer need him. She knew that to be true and yet she knew that he knew it as well. She tensed as another man exited the car, it was two against one. How unfair is that? Then again things were never fair in this world. She watched them bicker, calculating what her next move should be. She let out a low growl as he even said that she would be a 'delightful snack.' Oh hell no, there was no way she would die by being eaten. That was such a pathetic way to go, she had done too much in order for her to die in a more...dramatic way. Being eaten alive was not the dramatic death she wanted.<br/><br/>After she had sent the signal to Zachariah, she knew it was a futile effort. Things were a bit hectic for their organization right now, men were dying. She knew she had no right to ask for any kind of help, she said that she would rescue the pilot on her own, even though she had originally left with two other people, and she would get this damn mission done. She briefly wondered what happened to her companions, but she knew these monsters had probably found them and killed them. She clenched her jaw as red filled her vision. She had actually trusted those men, even if they had gotten on her nerves more than anything else. No more stalling, she was going to kill these fuckers in front of her then take the pilot to Zachariah, end of story. Her eyes were livid, even though she kept her cool demeanor up, she would have her cake and eat it too.<br/><br/>"I don't give a rat's ass what your colleagues are or what they think. They won't be needed either as soon as the Oni woman is in your boss' hands." She cocked her gun, knowing that she had a few rounds before she needed to change. "I'm getting tired of this little conversation, so let's get this done and over with." She moved forward only to have the man who had stepped of the car move towards her. It seemed as if these had no sense of order or respect amongst each other. This made things a bit easier. She knew that she had gotten under the skin of the male as he continued to move towards her and a smile came to her face. "You can't win little girl, we are far greater than any kind of human," he growled out, his hands in a position to strike.<br/><br/>"We'll see about that," she murmured, unloading a few bullets into the male with careful precision, one bullet in the knee, the other in the throat, and one by the ear. The man let out a howl of pain as he clutched his ear, just like she thought, still human enough to feel pain. This entire time she had been thinking about what places she should try shooting at first, the ear seemed to be like a good place to start. It caused pain, hurt like a bitch, and it made a good starting point for any fight. She wasted no time, moving closer to the male, he had come halfway between her and the car. He had fallen to his knee, clutching his ear, while having labored breathing. With a swift kick of her leg, she landed her boot underneath his chin, the satisfying sound of bone on her foot made her smile. He let out a grunt, trying to fight her back, though being mildly handicapped her struggled. Some bio-weapon he was. She made quick use of further incapacitating the male, shoving him down with her foot; she stepped down on her head, wondering how long it would take to crush his skull. Not like she had time for that. They were still human, so they could die like one.<br/><br/>She crouched down at the groaning male, her hands coming to the top of his head and under his broken jaw. With a jerk of her hands, she twisted his head and the pop of vertebra severing from the spine was like music to her ears. Letting out a steady breath, she stood up looking at the Cannibal with cold eyes. "Now that we took care of that nuisance, why don't we start a different kind of conversation?" She could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins; her vision was still tinged red. Killing was something that she loved to do. Her ledger was full of red and there was no way she would take back any of the lives she had killed. Sure, Zachariah had toned down her lust for blood and taught her how to control the feelings that she had, but that didn't stop her from relishing in a kill. It was what kept her going.<br/><br/>"I will have the pilot, whether you like it or not," she said flexing her fingers, her knuckles popping.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>How this was just fucking perfect, absolutely perfect. Ivan groaned slightly rubbing his face in frustrated manner. They were using and creating bio-weapons in order to practically take over the world. Who knew what kind of people they had? They had one of their old friend's Liam with them, before his unfortunate death. Though now that he thought about it, it was a good thing Liam killed himself before anything had escalated too far. Ivan didn't really know much about bio-weapons but he knew that he was no match for one on his own. The way Zachariah said it made it seem like no one was truly capable of standing on their own against Sanctus Unum, but God was on their side today. He had faith in Zachariah for he was a saint, just like he had placed his faith in God. They could win, even if they struggled a little bit. Sanctus Unum could not take over, hell would freeze over. He was sure that was the thoughts of everyone in this room.<br/><br/>Elias cleared his throat through the microphone; the shuffling of him shifting in his seat could be heard. "As Zachariah has stated, they have been kidnapping and turning people into weapons of war or in their case weapons for liberation." The hacker paused briefly; the sound of typing could be heard. "There is one thing that I feel is necessary to say, even if you all have figured it out. Sanctus Unum wants Shizu to be made into a bio-weapon. With her being an Oni, she could prove to be a valuable asset to their organization. Of course, we will not allow that to happen. Also," he paused once more his voice a bit tense. "They want Azrai as well. We all know how Azrai can get...and they want to utilize that state for their own greed. Once again, we won't let that happen. But Azrai, don't go throwing yourself around in the condition that you're in," Elias said with a slight scold in his tone.<br/><br/>As much as he trusted and had faith in Azrai, he knew that man could be stubborn. He would really hate to hear that Arai had fallen on the field and was taken away to Sanctus Unum. Even if they could utilize Azrai as a weapon for their pathetic excuse of liberation, they would have a hard time controlling him. That much he knew and he shuddered thinking about that mode that Azrai went into. It was terrifying just to be on the same side as him but if he was with Sanctus Unum, then all hell would break loose. "They have done a lot of experiments over the course of five years, I uncovered the technology they had used to make these bio-weapons but I have yet to find a weakness, though that wonâ€™t stop me from looking." There was a slight smile in his voice, knowing that he would be able to find it, in the matter of half an hour, if they even had that long.<br/><br/>Shizu sat quietly, not completely understanding the whole bio-weapon conversation. She did understand that the enemy wanted to use her Oni abilities to kill people. Shizu was not a killer by any means, but she knew that if she stayed in her Oni form, she could easily become one. Zachariah's words did little to quell the distress that she had. She had wished she was naive enough to believe that she was merely being wanted because her stepfather wanted her back. She wished she didn't know that people wanted her to be some sort of weapon. That would be a nice thought but she was a realistic woman and she knew better than to believe such childish hopes. She tucked her hair behind her ear in thought, sooner or later she knew that she would have to use her Oni abilities in a fight but she wondered how long she could hold off. Those men who had been chasing them were almost as fast as she was in the mid-state of her true form. Going against them, she knew she would have to completely change.<br/><br/>It was not something that she looked forward to and they wanted Azrai as well. If these Sanctus Unum people got their hands either of them, what would happen? She shuddered slightly at the thought. She knew the outcome would not be good. She glanced over at Azrai, she cringed slightly that the expression her wore. The news must have not settled well with him, then again who would be happy to hear this? At least their questions had been answered, that was probably the only thing that was good thing about this conversation. What were their plans now? Did they even have a plan? Of course the main goal was to take down Sanctus Unum...but how?<br/><br/>As if Ivan was reading her thoughts he leaned forward in his chair, looking at Zachariah. "So what's the plan?" There would be a war today and they would not lose.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Flexing his arm, Raziel as impressed at the strength that surged through his veins. It was only natural that he would partake in the experiment that was how he came up with the idea of using bio-weapons to liberate the world from the oppression it had been going through all these years. He would free the world from its political restraints, there would be anarchy yet there would be structure. He would be the new God of this day and age; he would so the people the correct way, the life that they were truly meant to live. He wondered if Zachariah knew but of course he did. His old friend, if he could still call him that, was a very intelligent man. However, even with all that intelligence nothing could prepare him for what was to come. He wondered other his organization was fairing. Was Zachariah impressed with his long time goal? It was finally coming to life before their very eyes. It was a beautiful sight.<br/><br/>Raziel looked at the scientist, a smile on his face; the serum was working wonders on his body. He felt so young, so full of this pent up energy. "You have done well, this is certainly better than the last batch," he said with great satisfaction. The scientist let out a relieved thank you as Raziel stepped out of the chair he had been placed in. Stretching he could feel his muscles burn and grow. He had been waiting for this day for such a long time. "Do you have everything for the Oni woman prepared?" The scientist nodded and he smiled slowly. "We should have her within a few hours. When she arrives, I want her to have the injections done immediately. Then our plan, our liberation will truly begin." The scientist fumbled a bit and nodded his head, going off to make sure everything was prepared.<br/><br/>Raziel knew that he would more than likely have to go on the field, to capture the Oni woman. From what he saw earlier, she would be quite difficult to catch. Not only was she fast but she was strong. He smiled thinking of all the ways he could utilize her abilities, maybe he could even use her blood for increasing his own injections. After all he couldn't have anyone above him in strength; he would be the new God after all. Raziel walked down the hallways, a smile on his face. H e was in an insanely good mood, even though the pilot was not here yet. A slight frown touched his lips and he headed back into the conference room, his loyal soldiers working diligently, searching for Zachariah. The man was elusive just as he had been, until Cain fucked everything up. He smiled slowly, knowing that in due time they would meet face to face. What a reunion that would be.<br/><br/>"Where are you," he asked in a calm manner, even though the serum had made him feel a bit more aggressive. "You should have been here with the pilot a long time ago. We need the Oni woman as soon as possible and you are delaying it." He paused for a moment, knowing that his men would not let them down, out of fear for the consequences. "Do not tell me that you have died by that nuisance's hands. You are better than she is," he cooed into the intercom. He would not allow his men to fail; it wasn't an option in Sanctus Unum. His organization needed the best of the best and he had made sure that he handpicked the people who would not let him down. "Now is not the time to delay our liberation," he said in a cold, venomous tone.