"Rand, you've got your target, check back as per Protacall. Good luck," came a voice in his earpiece. Fredric nodded at the unseen as he turned to the road. He started walking, following the prescence he felt towards the darkness. Any more powerful, and the Alpha Team, the founders of the Black Aces, would go after it themselves. This would be a dangerous hunt. He was dressed in all black, dark jeans, and a black jacket. On his shoulder was the patch, a silver circle, with a spade imposed on the center in black. To the supernautral world, this was the badge of the new sheriff in town. He found himself in a residential area, his wings hidden from view. An angel trait, willing your wings to dissappear to fit in among humans. He moved in closer, heading towards the center of the darkness he felt.