((RP with Gabriel)) Even within the large city of New York there are many hidden secrets behind obvious doors. Most Americans know of the popular military divisions such as Army, Navy, Marines, Coast Guard and Air Force. Some people are even very familiar with common police force and on a more extreme circumstance the CIA. Most people though, especially Americans are not familiar with the SSTF, the Supernatural Special Task Force. This task force was created once the discrete discovery was made from the CIA that there were other beings out there other than the human race, and that occasionally these beings would find entrances into their world. Most of the time this was easily handled and the public did not need to know about it, in other cases it became harder to hide. An early morning meeting was held, on a Monday none the less to discuss a more recent disturbance. The meeting was open for all those who wanted to attend in any of the task forces, but was mandatory for the SSTF members. Once the general walked in, cigarette at hand, obviously stressed out the room side chatter started to die down. "Alright, lets get started." He sounded like he had been up for hours. He started with a picture of an obvious inmate, but not of the human realm. She looked harmless, couldn't have been older than 19. She stood at 5'6 with pale skin and a thin frame. In her demon form she had long silky black hair that reached to her mid back with bangs that framed her face. Her eyes were a brilliant mixture of blue and green and she had a pair of black fox ears with white tips as well as a black fox tail with the same white tip. "I'm sure you've heard of the recent prison escape of prisoner 111. Her real name is Myuka Hiramatsu." The general began explaining before taking a quick puff of his cigarette. "She was imprisoned for countless thefts, illegal entrance to human world and murder charges. Not to any humans, but to those who tried to obtain her. She was easy to bring in, because we agreed to met with her and hear out her side. She claimed to be innocent and set up, but without any proof we arrested her then and there." He finally put out his cigarette before going to the next slide, an empty and torn up prison cell. "She escaped two days ago. We're still not exactly sure how, but she needs to be found and turned back in. We do believe with proper training and, well lets just say, motivation, she could prove to be a very powerful asset to the SSTF. So we want her back alive, do not kill the target unless absolutely necessary!" He explained, seeing a few people write down a few notes. "Good luck with that one!" A female voice could be heard through the speaker system of the room, making the room a bit uneasy. Suddenly the PowerPoint screen shown earlier was now a webcam that showed the escaped convict. She stood confident, a smirk on her face. It was hard to tell where she was, the surrounding area behind the webcam was a simple brick wall with no windows or lettering. Even the shadowing was well thought out. "You welcome me to a meeting, listen for three minutes and then write me off! You seriously expect me to work with the likes of you?! Don't make me laugh!" Myuka began her speech. As she was speaking the general looked at one of the techs in the room. "Trace this call!" He demanded. "I... I can't! It's being blocked!" He explained as he tried rapidly to get through codes and try to find the location. Myuka laughed at their attempts. "Yeah, have fun with that. You may have a team of hundreds, but I'm building my own team." She explained. "Not only is my team going to be better, faster, and stronger, but they are going to destroy you and your crummy little operation. If this world happens to get hurt along the way, then you only have yourselves to blame for putting them in harms way." She threatened, making some people in the room start worrying for loved ones back home. "I'm currently in search of the ultimate team. I've calculated it; it's only going to take five members. I've already got three. You're running out of time." Myuka explained, before putting one hand up and waving at the camera. "I'll be seeing you real soon." And with that the connection was gone, no trace left what so ever.