CerpinTaxt
A Man With No Face
Berlin, Germany
Germany was a place of turmoil for ghouls and humans alike. The once mighty ghoul organization 'Die Schockwellenreiter' had met a bitter end just a few weeks prior with bodies littering the Black Forest which once housed the defeated organization, and cleanup was moving at a snail's pace. The battle had come at a dire cost; with a quarter of GGET12 personnel having either been killed or left unfit for employment. Out of the thirty Special Class investigators that had led the week-long operation, only five remained. Both sides were left with a power vacuum, with the GGET12 was frantically looking for ways to boost its manpower while various ghouls had set about forming groups of their own. Turf wars had sparked up across all over the country, especially in Berlin but it was a matter of time before a group would eventually rise to the top. The temporary induction of members of the CCG into the German organization to bolster manpower had already turned heads, and the news of the Quinx squads 'conditions' left the various investigators all the more polarized on their thoughts of the foreign investigators.
The GGET12 had been watching one particular group for some time now who called themselves 'The Berlin Butchers' and were lead by someone who called themselves 'Leather Teeth'. While they proved themselves to be formidable compared to the other groups around them they cast a smoldering flicker of light in comparison to the once burning presence of their forerunner with mostly low ranking ghouls making the bulk of their pitiful size. Regardless, the GGET12 saw a potentially easy victory as a way to regain some morale after the devastation that had taken place weeks ago. It was best to deal with the group before a big problem as well.
It also gave a wonderful chance for the foreign investigators to practice.
--
The Quinx squad had landed just a week ago. Between the twenty hour flight, and the nearly endless amount of paperwork they had been given to sign out the GGET12 had figured to give the group some time to rest and prepare. They'd been informed that to save costs of housing the group would be leased a spacious condominium for the whole group; regardless of any complaints that may be filed. Efficiency was the GGET's motto, and it applied in more than just combat. Once the group had settled in, however, their German counterparts went quiet for a few days and had left the Quinx to their own devices and allowed them to get a chance to have some familiarity with the city of Berlin. The GGET12, behind the scenes, was really just trying to find something for them to do. Many of the higher-ups disliked their presence much less what had happened to their bodies. They couldn't have any 'meaningful' tasks or assignments. Not yet.
A knock on the door had come at noon that day; a letter sliding through the mail slot a moment later as well as a small box that contained syringes of RC suppressant and a few discreet earpieces. As bare bones as the contents were, they were certainly the orders for their first assignment; and a time limit of when the assignment was to be completed. That evening. The GGET12 had a suspicion of an owner of a nearby club to be one of the big fish of the Butchers. All that was asked of them was to get to the man and detain them through any means possible with a small group of investigators would be dispatched with the Quinx for backup and support. The employees were believed to be ghouls as well and to be handled with no hesitation; if violence broke out, standard police were on standby to handle civilian evacuation. Quinques were to be hidden to the best of their abilities to keep as low of a profile as possible for all participants; wearing street clothes was an option for them all as well.
Get in, grab the owner, deal with any resistance, and leave. It sounded simple enough. Made even easier with the syringes the Quinx and the small squad had been given and the earpieces to ease with communication.
Sure enough, evening rolled around. Personnel were either driven in small, discreet vehicles that were stopped a few blocks away or through any means they wished. The club was large, flashing neon lights visible through the windows on the second story of the building and the bass of the music could be lightly felt from the outside of the building. The name was 'Noyse', a fittingly trashy name for a rather trashy club. The line at the entrance was rather long; though it's not as if anyone lacking charm couldn't talk their way in. How they all got in was up to them; the ends justified the means. A few unmarked police vehicles were just a few blocks away, ready to spring into action in the case of violence breaking out.
It was time to begin.
Lucem The One Eyed Bandit S n o w QuirkyAngel simj26 Arne Entity.Eclypse
Germany was a place of turmoil for ghouls and humans alike. The once mighty ghoul organization 'Die Schockwellenreiter' had met a bitter end just a few weeks prior with bodies littering the Black Forest which once housed the defeated organization, and cleanup was moving at a snail's pace. The battle had come at a dire cost; with a quarter of GGET12 personnel having either been killed or left unfit for employment. Out of the thirty Special Class investigators that had led the week-long operation, only five remained. Both sides were left with a power vacuum, with the GGET12 was frantically looking for ways to boost its manpower while various ghouls had set about forming groups of their own. Turf wars had sparked up across all over the country, especially in Berlin but it was a matter of time before a group would eventually rise to the top. The temporary induction of members of the CCG into the German organization to bolster manpower had already turned heads, and the news of the Quinx squads 'conditions' left the various investigators all the more polarized on their thoughts of the foreign investigators.
The GGET12 had been watching one particular group for some time now who called themselves 'The Berlin Butchers' and were lead by someone who called themselves 'Leather Teeth'. While they proved themselves to be formidable compared to the other groups around them they cast a smoldering flicker of light in comparison to the once burning presence of their forerunner with mostly low ranking ghouls making the bulk of their pitiful size. Regardless, the GGET12 saw a potentially easy victory as a way to regain some morale after the devastation that had taken place weeks ago. It was best to deal with the group before a big problem as well.
It also gave a wonderful chance for the foreign investigators to practice.
--
The Quinx squad had landed just a week ago. Between the twenty hour flight, and the nearly endless amount of paperwork they had been given to sign out the GGET12 had figured to give the group some time to rest and prepare. They'd been informed that to save costs of housing the group would be leased a spacious condominium for the whole group; regardless of any complaints that may be filed. Efficiency was the GGET's motto, and it applied in more than just combat. Once the group had settled in, however, their German counterparts went quiet for a few days and had left the Quinx to their own devices and allowed them to get a chance to have some familiarity with the city of Berlin. The GGET12, behind the scenes, was really just trying to find something for them to do. Many of the higher-ups disliked their presence much less what had happened to their bodies. They couldn't have any 'meaningful' tasks or assignments. Not yet.
A knock on the door had come at noon that day; a letter sliding through the mail slot a moment later as well as a small box that contained syringes of RC suppressant and a few discreet earpieces. As bare bones as the contents were, they were certainly the orders for their first assignment; and a time limit of when the assignment was to be completed. That evening. The GGET12 had a suspicion of an owner of a nearby club to be one of the big fish of the Butchers. All that was asked of them was to get to the man and detain them through any means possible with a small group of investigators would be dispatched with the Quinx for backup and support. The employees were believed to be ghouls as well and to be handled with no hesitation; if violence broke out, standard police were on standby to handle civilian evacuation. Quinques were to be hidden to the best of their abilities to keep as low of a profile as possible for all participants; wearing street clothes was an option for them all as well.
Get in, grab the owner, deal with any resistance, and leave. It sounded simple enough. Made even easier with the syringes the Quinx and the small squad had been given and the earpieces to ease with communication.
Sure enough, evening rolled around. Personnel were either driven in small, discreet vehicles that were stopped a few blocks away or through any means they wished. The club was large, flashing neon lights visible through the windows on the second story of the building and the bass of the music could be lightly felt from the outside of the building. The name was 'Noyse', a fittingly trashy name for a rather trashy club. The line at the entrance was rather long; though it's not as if anyone lacking charm couldn't talk their way in. How they all got in was up to them; the ends justified the means. A few unmarked police vehicles were just a few blocks away, ready to spring into action in the case of violence breaking out.
It was time to begin.
Lucem The One Eyed Bandit S n o w QuirkyAngel simj26 Arne Entity.Eclypse