"They realized…"
"They must know."
"They can't miss anything with them here, I'm in danger, what do I do?" In Jericho's café, Marilyn Thornhill brought her trembling hands to her head.
When she noticed that The Order had expanded its influence and that in charge was a Belmont, one who had managed to seal Slenderman and who was here to exterminate the evil that killed the tourists, she began to get scared.
Right now the only thing that could save Marilyn Thornhill was for the hunters to think the rare deaths were caused by Slenderman.
But to her bad luck the hunters were not idiots.
'Should I strike first?'
…
Nevermore School.
"Are you going after the beast?" a female figure asked a man dressed as a priest who was outside the Nevermore academy.
"Yes, we'll take it, but not before eliminating whoever controls it." The priest, who was actually Jonathan, was watching the surroundings of the academy before leaving.
All the work in this place was done, so it was time to go. Of course, he couldn't force Wednesday to come with him even though he wished to have her great skills at his side.
"You coming?" Jonathan asked, turning his head toward Wednesday who walked at his side.
"Are you kidding? Of course I'm getting out of this boring school. If I go with you, killing criminals and dark entities will be an everyday thing." Wednesday reached the exit where a black suitcase sat.
"Well, we'll make a stop and then leave." Jonathan turned back, looked at the academy director and nodded slightly to her.
Larissa returned the greeting and called a specific number. "A Belmont took your daughter, yes, it seems he's interested in the skills Wednesday possesses and she was intrigued by the supernatural world."
"If she gets involved, she'll be in danger."
"Well, that's not my problem, I warned you — that's what matters."
…
Jonathan stopped at his van where fifteen agents awaited him; half of them wore black suits, while the rest wore black tactical combat gear.
As was customary in this job, Jonathan carried his two pistols, silver daggers, his sword and a shortened double-barrel shotgun called Coyote-A which had important utility on the battlefield.
"Everyone ready?" Jonathan first approached Father Doug, who was the one who handled the trivial matters that took up much of his time.
Father Doug felt it with a serene look and said, "I thought things wouldn't be normal in a town like this, I expected disaster, since you accompanied me, but to tell the truth things are getting worse."
"I also thought things would be normal." Jonathan smiled slightly while placing a silver rosary around his neck.
When he walked toward the open lot where five black vans awaited them, Jonathan felt satisfied with what he saw ahead, so he kept his words simple. "I see you nervous, some may be afraid and that's fine. But you will be accompanying the best hunter of the last years in the West, so you should not feel any kind of fear when it comes to fighting."
All looked at Jonathan with respect; this man belonged to a family that had killed more supernatural creatures than all the hunters of the last century combined and they were known for their brutality when doing so.
Most were not afraid to face a monster; rather, what was most feared was being alongside a man like Jonathan on their first missions as agents of The Order.
"I expect the best from you, remember to use any means necessary to eliminate an anomaly and that means sacrificing anything to achieve it. We do not watch over people's safety, we are exterminators."
"As exterminators we will not rest until we kill and then we will see what is in front of our eyes, understood?" Jonathan was not a hero and did not need heroes; what he needed were exterminators.
"Understood, boss."
"We do not expect enemy contact; if that monster-man is smart he will not attack us and if he does, tonight we will dine on monster meat."
"Yes, boss."
Jonathan then climbed into a van and the convoy quickly advanced toward the location where Jericho's café was located.
"Aren't you going to arrest him?"
"That is what I will do with Tyler, but your professor—she will die." Jonathan said with a cold look and, thinking for a moment, handed a pistol to Wednesday and said, "In case you want to do it for me."
"I like it." Wednesday said with an excited smile as she took the pistol.
…
It was dusk; as in any other town, it was rare to see luxury black vans like the ones they were driving now.
No one knew who was moving in those vans, but it was certain they were government people.
"Everyone ready?" Jonathan asked as he drew his sword from its sheath so he could use it at any moment.
This time it wasn't necessary to hide it, so Jonathan would carry it in its scabbard to use if needed.
"All ready, boss."
"I want a team on standby; the other agents should be in positions to prevent the target from escaping if it wakes up."
"We understand, boss."
As soon as they arrived at the café, Jonathan got out with the first group, who carried assault rifles and quickly dispersed along the street, blocking the exits.
Jonathan entered followed by a group of five agents; they soon reached the reception where they were greeted by nervous customers: "What do you need?"
"Good afternoon, Agent Jonathan Belmont of the FBI; I kindly ask that you leave the premises in an orderly fashion." Jonathan's gaze was charismatic, giving the civilians calm, who knew nothing of what was happening.
"Why?"
"What's going on?"
"Get out now!" the shout of an agent frightened the people and they began to leave in an orderly manner.
Jonathan nodded and said, "Take a moment, evacuate all staff from this café except the woman and the child, and please do not call the police, we'll take care of it."
While Jonathan spoke, two agents had moved to secure the security cameras. At that moment a silent alarm was activated that sent instructions to everyone to move away from the area.
The group that entered the café led by Jonathan carried silver briefcases where their weapons were stored; all wore long black trench coats and maintained emotionless expressions.
To the surprise of many, Jonathan was the most expressive.
It should be known that there are hunters of The Order, Shikari, and numerous other departments. So each and every one of them were experienced military, the best of the best.
The hunters were practically exterminators of pests — that's what they secretly called themselves.
"Ready to exterminate pests if they reveal themselves?" Jonathan walked casually to the table where Marilyn Thornhill sat having a coffee.
Tyler stood far away, still while they placed some metallic things on his neck.