I had a fair amount of expectations, or at least ideas, of where these people were going to take me. Some church or building they would use as a cover for what really went on, but when we ended up outside the building of MI6 all those expectations and ideas were shattered. MI6 was far from low profile. Darkness surrounded us as the vehicle pulled up under ground. 

"Are we just making a pit stop here for something?" I found myself asking the others in the car. 

"No. Now get out."

Get out? Here? I wanted to run back to the hotel. 

I was ushered out by the three people who had found me in the alley after I killed the ghoul. They turned me down a hallway and we took a set of stairs that led down. It was like they never ended. 

"Are you guys spies or something?" I was started to wonder if I'd stumbled upon the wrong group. There was no way The Organization would be working in a government building. 

"Or something," the guy said giving me a sideways glance. I could see the woman beside him stiffen. She wasn't happy that I was here, she wasn't happy that I knew what I did, and she most certainly wasn't happy that I was poking for more information. 

"Isaac, just keep your mouth shut until we talk to Steele," the woman hissed. 

"Sure thing, Lissa," he said back. 

Judging by the way he said her name, and by the responding glare she gave him that was the incorrect way to address her. If that were true, and if this was indeed The Organization as I desparately hoped, then Lissa was above Isaac and he should have addressed her by her last name. The fact that he hadn't showed there was some tension between the two of them. The way they walked and held themselves in relation to each other, I guessed they had been together at one point in time, for quite a period of time at that. And they weren't anymore. 

The hallway instantly felt more crowded and awkward. we walked in silence. The third hunter had yet to say anything. 

A set of automatic doors opened with a keyed in number from Lissa and it opened revealing a set of stairs that went down into a dark abyss. 

"I think I'll just go home now," I said taking a step back. "Bruce back there can just drop me off and I won-"

"Go," the man said, angrily. His first word and I think it scared me more than his silence. His voice was unusually deep.

"Allen," Lissa warned. So that was his name. Finally, I had them all. Which could be a bad thing, depending on how this meeting went. If they decided I was useless to them or that I'd be trouble; well, knowing their names would be another pitfall. Basically, if it went that way, I could end up dead. I supposed that was always a risk when working with The Organization. 

Allen just grunted and pushed the center of my back. It sent me stumbling toward the stairs, my arm flying out to catch myself on the railing. The shock of it sent a wave of pain up to my shoulder where the bite was. I was worried about infection, that thing's mouth and nails weren't exactly sanitary. 

I just sucked in a deep breath at the pain and started walking down the stairs. Flickering lights switched on as we made our way down, lighting only what was directly in front of us. The soft yellow didn't reach much further. I felt like I had walked directly into a horror movie with a masked murderer and everything. This was definitely not what I thought the inside of MI6 would be like. I expected more high tech, better nicer looking. Then again, this passage hardly looked used. From the looks of it, the MI6 building was to them what that church was to us back in the States. It was just a cover for what really went on underground. 

The stairs just kept going down. I wasn't sure how many flights it would have equaled, it was just a straight shot down. When we finally went through another set of sealed doors we were met by a woman who's hair was pulled into a tight blonde bun at the top of her head. Her eyes were lined with dark makeup and she held herself like she was in charge. 

I was guessing this was Steele. 

"Isaac, Lissa, Allen; good to see you back. And who's this?"

Lissa seemed to bristle at the way Steele had greeted Isaac first. I felt like I had stepped into a hunter's version of a territory war. 

"This is the one I told you about briefly," Lissa said. "She was in the alley with the ghoul, fighting it actually."

"I see." The woman eyed me carefully. 

"Can I please get these wounds cleaned up? I have no idea what sort of diseases that thing could have been carrying. And you didn't see it's teeth and nails." 

I knew I shouldn't have talked that way to Steele. From what I'd gathered--which wasn't much--Steele was the head of this, at least above the three who found me. However, that's something a hunter would know, and I wasn't supposed to be a hunter. 

"Of course. We'll get that taken care of straight away." Steele gave me a tight smile and looked just behind me to the other three.

Isaac pulled my elbow and took me down a hallway, leaving the others behind. 

"You're lucky she didn't have you skinned for that one," he whispered. 

"Why? I just want to make sure this doesn't get infected. I don't think rotting flesh is good for open wounds."

Isaac snorted and shook his head. I knew what he was saying though. I had made a bad decision in talking back to Steele like that. It was a bad decision to talk to any hunter like that, especially if you're from the outside. 

He pulled me into a room that smelled of anitseptic. 

"Take off your top."

I raised my eyebrows at him and he turned around looking red, obviously realizing what he'd said. 

"I need to get at the bite on your shoulder and it's in the way."

I just nodded and turned around before taking my shirt off. I felt the sting as the bloodsoaked fabric stuck to my skin and I peeled it free from the wound. The shirt was most definitely a goner. 

I sat down on the chair that was in the room and Isaac started to clean up the bite and the scratches. 

"What happened here?" Isaac asked. 

I knew he was talking about the newly healed spot right next to the bite. The spot where I'd been shot by Klarke when we were running away. 

"Yeah. I ended up on the wrong end of a gun. I told you already, I know about this world and I've been active in it. It's not exactly the safest thing. Concussions, black eyes, bruises, permanent marks; they're all part of the territory."

I hoped I wasn't giving too much away. Isaac didn't seem to act like I was. 

"All fixed. It wasn't deep enough to warrent stitches. Just some disinfectant, plasters for the scratches and gauze on the bite."

He finished putting the last bandage over the scratches. 

"Steele isn't all that bad," he said. "Just try not to speak up like that again. We don't normally allow outsiders in here." 

He was saying everything I already suspected. 

"I have to go talk to her again?"

"At some point. For now I'm taking you to Durin."

I tried to hide the surprise at the name. Durin. He was taking me to Durin. I wasn't foolish enough to think it was Trevor, though the world knows I could do with a friendly, familiar face right about now. 

No, Trevor didn't know I was here and he didn't want to know I was here. However, that didn't mean that his parents or some other relative wasn't here. If it was someone who knew me or the Jaegers though, I could be in trouble. 

"Durin?"

"The Durin's are at the head of command you could say. They're one of the founders for our organization."

It made sense for the founders to be in both places. They were probably spread all over where The Organization was stationed. If the group existed, one of the founding families was probably there. 

"Why are you telling me this?"

Isaac shrugged. "I just feel like I can. Don't tell anyone else though."

I nodded and he was about to open the door when I asked him another question. 

"MI6, why here? Do they know about this? Are you a part of it or do you just hide out under them."

"Both," Isaac said with a smirk and opened the door. 

We passed by many small rooms, some had glass windows that looked into them. I saw people at target ranges, practicing with a myriad of weapons. There was a group of people all watching a wall of monitors with over a hundred small screens. I could barely see people walking about on streets, traffic going by. 

"Are they watching the city?"

"More than the city. Everything is monitored. Everything is watched," he said quietly. So quiet that I was pretty sure it was another thing that he wasn't supposed to tell me. They watch everything. They've seen me before most likely on those small screens. Whether they actually paid attention, who knew. I assumed that they didn't really pay attention unless it looked like something was going wrong, like if a creature started to attack someone. 

I wondered briefly if they had a similar setup back home. If there was a group of people that watched over a hundred small screens and that was how they got their information. 

That couldn't be though. If it were, then they would have found James and me. They would have known that we went to get new identities and that we left the country. If they knew that then they would have come for us. We were still safe though, at least I thought we were safe. We seemed safe, or as safe as we could be. 

We finally turned into a small enclosed room with a table that had two chairs, one on each side. Someone was already sitting in one of the chairs, a woman with dark hair and pale creamy skin. 

"Durin," Isaac addressed the woman. 

Durin? Then most certainly not an immediate relative of Trevor. 

"Isaac. And this must be Eliza Jacobson."

I wasn't sure how she'd gotten my name. I'd only given it to him, unless a report had been filed already, or if he'd given the information on the drive back here. 

I nodded. 

"Please take a seat, Eliza."

I sat down across from her. 

She asked for my story, how I knew about the supernatural world and I told her the whole story of Eliza Jacobson growing up in California and how she stumbled upon the supernatural through unexpected tragedy. I threw in some fake tears, embellished by saying that I'd taken self defense classes and started training myself to fight them. 

She took notes the whole time as if she was going to dissect everything I'd told her after. 

She was most likely taking notes to cross reference the main details I'd told her about Eliza Jacobson. Place of birth, and hometown. If there was indeed an accident like I claimed there to be. 

I wasn't worried about that checking out, it would be up and available by now. There would be pictures and everything. Articles that would have been written by the top reporters of the time. I knew it would all be there. And yet, my hands were still shaking under the table. 

I was in the hornet's nest. The very group I'd fled and now I was back just in a different country. 

After a while of questions, Durin finally started to tell me what they were. About the secrete organization that protected humans from the supernatural world. 

"Is there something like that back in America?" I asked sounding truly curious. 

"They do have an organization as well but our groups no longer communicate with each other."

"Why?"

"They became a little too... brash in their ways. We don't exactly see eye to eye any longer."

I felt some of the tension leave my body. They didn't communicate with the American group. I wasn't sure what they meant by not seeing eye to eye though. How difficult was it for a group like this to know what they were doing.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked. 

"They believe that the only good supernatural is a dead supernatural," Durin said with a frown. 

"And that's not what you believe?"

"We believe that everyone has a right to prove themselves. No one is inherently good, and no one is inherently evil. It's about the choices we make."

So they didn't think every supernatural creature was evil. That meant they didn't kill every one they came across? Was that what those monitors were for? They only went after the creatures they caught actually going after people instead of finding any and every creature and sending people after them?

If that was the case--

"So they kill them all?"

"Yes."

"And you don't?"

"Of course not. That would be absurd."

"Why are you telling me all of this?" I asked hesitantly. It could either be a good sign that she was telling me all this, or an extremely bad one. 

"I'm telling you this, Miss Jacobson, because I think you would be a good asset to the group."

I saw Issac shift out of the corner of my eye. He clearly hadn't been expecting that one, and even though I had hoped that it would happen, I hadn't been expecting it either. 

My mouth dropped open, moving like I was trying to say something but no words were coming out. 

"Obviously you don't have to answer immediately. Issac will take you on a tour of the facility and answer any questions you may have."

The look she gave him was clear, she knew that he'd already told me some things, but now she was giving full permission for him to tell me everything.

He nodded, looking down.

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Eliza."

I nodded and she closed the notebook on the table. I knew as soon as I left she was going to check out everything I'd told her. If she found anything out of place she would most likely retract that offer and I wouldn't be able to leave the building. Not alive anyway. 

I checked my watch I'd made sure to put on for this. I still had six hours before I needed to be back at the hotel. If I wasn't then James would come looking for me. That meant I would have to give my answer soon and hope that everything checked out. 

Isaac took me through more hallways, into large rooms showing me everything. The training facilities where people sparred, the ranges where people tested their aim with different tools; knives, arrows, guns, I saw one woman throwing what looked to be ninja stars.

"All the weapons are courtesty of our organization. Everything is made by our people to our standards. You can order your own weapon and as long as it's approved it will be made for you," Isaac said as we left the range. 

My dagger. Oh how I wanted my dagger back, and he'd just said that I could essentially get it. I wouldn't be able to get the same dagger again, I wouldn't be able to request the Jeager symbol on it. That would be too suspicious. But I could get a dagger exactly how I wanted it down to the weight and balance. 

I was already sketching what it would look like in my head while he took me around the facilities. I couldn't really remember anything after the range and those sweet, sweet words he'd spoken. 

I could get guns, and a dagger. I'd want to go back and draw it up to put it in immediately and hopefully get it soon. It was all I could think about. 

"So do you have any questions about the place or anything else?"

I shook my head, finally paying attention to him. If I told him I had no idea what we'd been doing the last ten or so minutes I was sure he'd just storm off. 

"You're still here then. I take that as you wanting to stick with us?"

"It's a group of people that do what I've been trying to do. I feel like I could do a lot here. I think I could help you guys as much as you could help me," I lied. 

"Well then, Eliza Jacobson, it's good to have you."

Isaac stuck out his hand and I grasped it, shaking it firmly. 

After I got the pass from Durin and had a few more words with Steele, I'd finally been given the okay to leave. Isaac had offered to drive me back, thankfully. He was really the only person that seemed friendly there. The only person who'd been willing to talk to me. 

I was fairly certain if it had been up to Lissa or Allen, I would have been left in that alley no matter my condition. 

When we pulled up outside the hotel, he handed me a medium sized manila envelope. 

"Those are your instructions for your first day. You start this Monday."

I had four days until then. I nodded to him and said my thanks before closing the door and going inside. Thankfully everything had gone as planned so far and that was all I could really ask.

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So there we have it. Electra... Err Eliza survived, and everything seemed to go as planned. 

Sorry for the long break between postings. I've been super busy lately. 

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