The next hit was coordinated, went off without a hitch, but had more planning behind it than the last.<br/><br/>They’d uprooted once more, the lab they were working out of being taken apart and transported over the course of several days. Moving in the sewers, never taking the same route twice, they ended up in their new grouping of buildings, abandoned, empty, setting up their lab in the lower levels while the watch remained on the upper. Those that wanted to be put to use were kept in rooms where they’d be apprised of only their part of the mission, their immediate position and job. Those that were higher up would know more, but only what was absolutely necessary.<br/><br/>However, Bellen, where she was close to Klaus and the others for her age, for her outlook, knew more than they did. It benefit her to see the full picture, to think ahead on what their next moves may be and what they could pull off to get what they needed in calculated hits. Nothing too big, attention-getting. The dogs would obviously know that they’d successfully stolen part of their research, however encrypted it would be, and they’d know that the vampires would be planning another strike.<br/><br/>The question now was merely “when”.<br/><br/>That night came two weeks after the last. Bellen didn’t normally take on active roles when it came to hits; Jobs like that were left for those without other uses. They were given to those they could afford to lose.<br/><br/>This was different, though. They needed a surgical strike, a group that could get in and get out without detection, going completely unseen. Something of that nature wasn’t what the newly turned could handle. It was a wonder they’d grabbed something useful in the first place, and Klaus (nor any of the others) wanted to risk sending in the bloodthirsty for this. So, she was drafted, along with four others to do the hit on this building.<br/><br/>It’d been specified in the file they’d decrypted (a long arduous process) that there was a lab—number twelve, specifically—that would have the next piece of information they needed. More digging showed where the lab would be, but not where within the building itself that they’d be. So, after a delicate hack job, opting to relocate their servers temporarily just in case anything happened to cause backlash, they found a directory of the laboratories they had within the building. This, of course, led then to which floor they were on; neither too high nor too low, much to Bellen’s annoyance.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">So, dogs can be smart occasionally…</span>came a thought as she set to mapping out a strike, their best chance of getting in and out without being seen.<br/><br/>First…a diversion. Something to draw their attention away from their usual posts, this one happening in the form of a pair of werewolves. They were young, stupid, didn’t know any better. And, where the good of the many came at the cost of the good of the few, a team was selected of those that were particularly ready for a fight, and wanting to tear apart anything that came in their path. Since they would (no doubt) end up a chink in the armor if things progressed along the thought-process they deemed fun, it seemed only natural to select them. Once their diversion was successful, drawing the security team to handle the mess—specifically, a car thrown at them, which would cause the need to stop the media uproar that would be soon to follow—they got in, looped the camera feed, cut the security systems for that floor and made their way up through the ventilation system.<br/><br/>After that, it was a matter of getting in and getting out with the file in question, reporting back and figuring out what it was that they’d found.<br/><br/>“Bellen, we’re ready.”<br/><br/>The voice pulled her focus back, some days after the hit and countless hours having been spent on decrypting the piece of information. With a nod, she followed Niklaus to the conference room. To her mild surprise, there was only a few that were privy to this meeting; Or, so it seemed. The group who’d found retrieved the document was there, with the elders, and they were it. Settling into her designated seat, there was a collective breath while they waited for their debriefing, Klaus glancing over with a look of excitement barely contained in those dark depths of his.<br/><br/>“Now,” Elijah started, garnering the attention of all those present with a single syllable. Elijah was the oldest of those who’d sought safety in the dwindling coven. As he’d managed to escape the initial purge that the lycans had done, and the attacks after, he stepped into a leadership role, most not seeing his face and not knowing his existence; Niklaus often acting under the guise of head. “We’ve found that there’s going to be a transport, one that will be highly important, and imperative we hit successfully.”<br/><br/>A tangible excitement now filled the room as the majority began shifting in their seats, sitting forward, hanging on his every word. “What is it?” someone asked, though no eyes looked to see exactly whom it was. “What are we going to intercept?”<br/><br/>“…A key ingredient to their formula, their serum…Getting it would allow our own serum to bind with our base code, to allow it to spread with no issue.”<br/><br/>“If we were to get this…” Bellen started, not even needing to finish the sentence for her own excitement to show through.<br/><br/>“We’ll finally be able to walk in the sun...And, as such, finally take back our proper place," Elijah finished, glancing over at her as he did so.<br/><br/>No more convincing was needed on her part. If this was what it took to get them back on top, and to put the dogs down, she'd do whatever it took. "When is this transport taking place?"