Progress and Evaluation (Slix/AC/Alex)

[Slixer]

Deep inside organisation territory was housed one of it's more advanced fortresses. While the Organisation itself could be said as nothing more than a collaboration of the most powerful and ambitious beings of this world, dedicated to controlling, pleasure and self interest, there was one particular wing which could be described as the militant wing of the organisation.

Created to allow for a group to operate independent of any one master or mistress these individuals where selected at birth from controlled territories for the express purpose of being moulded into a team to monitor, acquire and research any and all threats to the organisation. The current core group being the eldest class of these experiments they where deemed at worst a trial game, a prelude as it where to see just how much the powers that be could alter and change those considered nothing but fodder. At best they represented the next generation of Master's and Mistresses, rising stars that might one day earn their rights to enslave others.

Right now the group remained anxious as today's 'Progress' meeting was called, not often was there need to call in all current members but their nominal leader, the current eldest and strongest Clinton was rather angered. Sitting first and foremost Clinton was the perfect figure head for such a group, considered an Adonis amongst men he was the closest of the group to being considered worth of ascension. Given the most attention in their youth it was no small surprise that he was indeed the most powerful and the best to lead the group, his mentality taught to him to express strong leadership qualities he considered each before him his flesh and blood, his sibling for whom he would give anything.

Tapping lightly on his chair it was clear his vexation was growing with the current affairs the group had been engaged in and who could blame him, one brother dead, one sister hospitalised though she fortunately made a quick recovery and all of it thanks to one particular group of which so far they had acquired exactly none of. His face strained to remain impassive as he continued to struggle to keep the boiling anger from bursting out.

"I think you all know why you're here today." Clinton spoke, his tone enough to silence the chatter of the rest. "We've done good work in the past, but this assignment is our most important to date. The higher ups have big plans for the current target and yet still he eludes us. Why?"

"Is it really that surprising?" A confident feminine voice rang out to his left, Tabatha the third eldest and oldest sister she was one of the few who would ever openly question Clinton, often deemed second in the scale of power it was no real surprise, gift from birth with the power to gaze into others minds she was a master at manipulation she was often considered the most dangerous, where Clinton struck out with the unstoppable force of a charging beast Tabatha was the one pulling the strings behind enemy lines.

"He is a candidate for the inner circle after all and his powers are considered great enough that the R&D departments all want him for experimentation." She continued unafraid of Clinton's sharp glare, she knew he'd never hurt her or indeed anyone here. Something she didn't even need her powers to know, one of the rare aspects of this group was that they did in fact legitimately care for one another.

"Then tell me why, if he's so special did Javier need to sacrifice himself to make, from what I've read here, stronger?" Clinton countered, the death of a brother still weighing on his mind.

"Is it not prudent, in the face of an overwhelming enemy to instead rather than risk further damage from direct confrontation but rather turn his own strength against him?" Tabatha shrugged as Clinton continued to glare at her, not satisfied with her explanation.

"What Tabatha means is that currently we plan to allow him to grow stronger as due to our late brothers sacrifice his own powers will quickly become toxic and become the means of his own enslavement." A more impartial tone rang out, the owner Jerri having recently being in intensive care looked no worst for wares. Like her elder Sister Jerri specialised in planning and manipulation but where as Tabatha was a more on the fly kind of deviant Jerri was always the type to prepare for the long haul, a master tactician one might say.

"Given the nature of who we're dealing with I can't say it's entirely out of the realms of logic to assume this." a third voice chimed there opinion Current second in command Kurt spoke, his feet recklessly resting on the meeting room table as he lounged in his chair, a polar opposite to Clinton, Kurt was few muscles and slight of build. An assassin of sorts he eliminated opponents with lightning precision and not always with death. For Kurt to speak openly was usually a rare thing as he preferred to keep his opinions to himself in these meetings, instead usually bantering with his prey. His Unique gift allowing him to enter the dreams of his victims with usually devastating results.

"After all he might be some great hero but at the end of the day he's still a teen and those hormones of his are still his greatest weakness." he spoke honestly as he shrugged off the glare from Clinton.

"Jeez you guys are always so damn boring, lets just find him and beat the tar out of him." Marcie was second youngest and the most unstable of the group, her method of defeating her opponent was to induce a shut down in her foe based on sheer lunacy, her powers, granted to her by the organisation science and magic was near total control of earth and poisons but her childish psyche had not completely grasped the extent of her powers. To this end Marcie was definitely the most dangerous her abilities at times seemed to boarder on reality shifting as her control of her powers allowed her to change entire landscapes into maddening and twisted abominations, combined with where innate sense to release various toxins that played with her victims mind she often ended up leaving her targets utterly broken for further use. The only thing that kept her in line was the fact that she seemed to care for the approval of her older siblings, something even the organisation wonder was the safest thing to do.

"Look I think we can agree, the guys a threat so we just need to plan better, none of this one at a time thing." Pearlie, the youngest spoke as master a mimicry he could assume the voice of anyone and his powers over light allowed him to effortlessly change his appearance. Considered a great asset he was currently undergoing final adjustments to ensure his powers to change where something more than just fancy light shows.

"Now that I can agree with." Clinton spoke finally agreeing with one of his siblings opinions "Tabatha, I want you to utilise all resources in the next operation, I want no mistakes. This Yu Narukami or one of his friends better be before me when next we meet."

Tabatha didn't bother to retort, it had been her plan from the get go, rising she signalled for those who had agreed with her to follow on as she left the meeting to plan for the next operation. Eventually only Clinton and two others remained.

To his left was Hugh, known for his speed the young man was commonly employed for espionage and communication though that did not preclude him from occasionally performing some acts of kidnapping and assault. To his Right was Selena the seductress of the group, known for her beauty and charm beyond her sisters she was rarely seen home as she was commonly planted into the heart of sanctum territory, unique amongst the group she controlled multiple powers to give her the guise of being a simple magician or enchanter who would worm her way in and destroy from the inside. Presently she was here mainly because her current mission was complete and she was awaiting reassignment, her greatest ability being simply that she could alter perception of those around her so that even if she had long been involved with someone if she did not wish it then they would never be able to identify her with her last persona.

"Hugh, what does the R&D have to say on our fall back?" Clinton asked as soon as he was sure everyone else was out of ear shot.

"They'll have the operation ready in 2 days, they assure me that can bring us the awakened Fool with no problems." He nodded looking please he wasn't currently receiving Clinton's Ire.

"Excellent, but we're taking no chances this time. Selena, you are to overseer this operation, if it goes up in smoke you are to 'Rescue' the target." Clinton turned his attention to the preening woman, who at present was examining her nails for any sign of flaws. She didn't respond but Clinton knew enough that she had at least heard him.

"One problem though. The information used to supply this little experiment was from someone else." Hugh quickly added as Clinton turned back to him.

Taking a long sigh he turned back to Hugh.

"Who exactly."

"The Cleaners."

"The Freelancers?"

"Exactly."

He sighed again, Clinton was not fond of having to work with outsiders, least of all the most notorious of the hired help.

"I'll go meet them myself. No doubt this is going to be pricey." Clinton groaned as he stood from his seat. "I'll be back in a few days, keep a watch on the back up op will you Hugh?" he didn't need Hugh's respond however. This was going to be unpleasant to say the least, the cleaners where not a group to be dealt with lightly.

[AC DF]

The atmosphere of the room would grow warmer for a moment before the very air let out a soft hiss. A portal of flaming darkness the size of a doorway would rip open just to Clinton's left. A scent of jasmine and a slight musk pervading from it. The portal seemed to shimmered for a few seconds before a black boot stepped through and its owner soon followed.

It was a woman dressed in a suit; the suit unbuttoned to reveal a black vest and white undershirt beneath it. The white shirt itself was unbutton as well, revealing a tasteful view of the woman's cleavage. She ran a hand through her crimson hair and met Clinton's eyes with a pair that matched her locks in color.

She extended her wrist forward and snapped her fingers, a business card appearing in a burst of that same flaming darkness.

"Don't look so surprised, this is practically a second home for us." She said, offering the card to him. The card read in a flowing, elegant hand that looked to be written in blood, "Reina".

"You have a job to discuss...and I was curious to see just who the Organization was attempting to rustle up. I've watched your...exploits with mild interest." She said, a slight smirk. "But it inevitably comes down to us to do our job...it always does. So, my question is..." She reached out, dragging a leather gloved finger along Clinton's jawline. He'd feel a pleasant warmth fog his mind.

"Who's giving your little club so much trouble?"

[Slixer]

If Clinton felt anything from Reina's touch it remained hidden behind his stone face, his own crimson hair seemed somewhat flat when compared. He was extremely resistant to the various charms available, part of the trade after all. It wouldn't do if just anyone could charm him though that didn't preclude him from admiring Reina not that his expression gave any hint.

"Speak of the devil." He flatly offered, his hand waving for Hugh and Selena to leave "I'm told your the ones who passed on the information needed for the Multi-versal experiment."

He turned walking toward his seat briefly as he lightly rubbed his fingers over the lacquered wood.

"And I'm guessing you've no doubt Heard about Yu Narukami to some extent." He turned back to meet her Crimson eyes with his own pale blue ones.

"Lets get right to the point then. Your price for both your contribution and the capture of this brat and his harem."

[AC DF]

Reina crossed her arms in front of her ample chest and nodded.

"Just the same as the others in this place; you want it all, but rarely can you get it all at once...nor could you afford it." She said, walking past him and letting her hand glide over his shoulder. She sat down in his seat and looked up at him.

"The price will vary based upon who you want, and how...clean you want them to be upon capture. I'd go through our spiel on possible conversions and conditioning, but I know for a fact you likely want Narukami mostly intact to experiment on." She closed her eyes.

"So, payment is simple: cash or an exchange. I've seen a few members here who would make interesting parts of my own little group if given proper training." She said, opening her eyes now. "And paying for this operation might take a bit of a chunk of that R and D budget of yours." She said with a smirk.

Clearly, Reina was already well-briefed on the situation...as if she had been there at the meeting itself. Some in the Organization didn't like dealing with the seemingly omnipotent group, but they could not argue with their results.

[Slixer]

"The money is inconsequential." Clinton answered as he took the seat formerly used by his brother "I'll even give you the results, access to the multiverse transporter." He nodded, continuing to keep eye contact with Reina.

"But I'm afraid my Siblings are out as far as bargaining chips. You can have Narukami's friends for all I care, he's the prize the higher ups want. Though I would advise caution, when you succeed they expect him to be a pretty big player and I'd hate for him to take out any built up Ire you instil in him on your pretty group." He remained civil as he spoke though he was sure to express that it wasn't a threat but rather something he honestly believed.

"Strictly speaking I find it a shame that such a group has to be so mercenary in it's dealings, tell me. Is money really that important to you?"

[AC DF]

Reina smiled coyly and looked down to pull her gloves a little tighter over her hands.

"Our group has expensive tastes, and to keep our clothing looking so good costs a small fortune; let alone replacing any that get damaged." She said, dodging his last question.

"But, money can only buy so much, I'm afraid." She met his gaze once more. "When you work with a client who has seemingly endless resources, you start to want more than just money." She said, tilting her head.

"Still, we will accept your job on the condition that one member of your little group, of our choice, comes and receives training. We'll be happy to leave someone else in their stead if you're so worried of what we might do." She offered.

[Slixer]

Clinton sighed as Reina seemed determined.

"And what does training entail exactly? I refuse to send one of my sisters off without knowledge of what you plan to do to her." he folded his arms refraining from slamming them into the table, he wouldn't give her the satisfaction. He mentally sighed if they had wanted anyone else he'd have gladly given them but his family was to far for several reasons, pretty and dangerous indeed.

[AC DF]

Reina grinned and stepped up.

"You're so young and naive...despite how youthful I may look you would be surprised to know any of our true ages." She walked over and cupped his cheek, her heat stronger now...even Clinton wouldn't be able to just shrug it off.

"There's so much we can teach you, and anyone else willing to learn." She added, removing her hand and letting him recover from the surge she used. "Training is just that; improving upon their natural skills and abilities. You could all serve to use some." Her eyes closed.

"Perhaps then you would be able to help keep your little family together." Her arms crossed in front of her chest. "We may not seem it, but our little 'mercenary group' is a sort of family too."

[Slixer]

Clinton mentally curse at his weakness indeed Reina was more dangerous then reports had said, she was definitely alot more dangerous then most of the organisation to say the least.

"I don't deny that we aren't the pinnacle of what we can be." Clinton sighed somewhat defeated that he had lost so easily, "But you can hardly blame a brother for watching out for his sisters can you? It still escapes me why your group chooses to remain so aloof when you could be one of the major leaders of this organisation. But fine you win, whom is it I must sacrifice to gain your support."

[AC DF]

The Cleaner smirked and pointed at an empty chair, the one Selena usually sat in.

"Her. Though all of us are skilled in the arts of seduction...we could learn a thing or two from one whose sole specialization is that. We can teach her much too." She shrugged.

"It will be a learning experience for us all." With that, she extended her hand to him. "So, are we agreed on the terms of our contract? Yu Narukami and his friends?"

[Slixer]

Clinton glanced briefly toward the vacant chair, Selena was usually aloof but she did good work they would never find as a good an infiltrator as her. He then turned back to glance at the more stunning Reina. Definitely like making a deal with the devil but given whom he was working for this was probably about the same as any other deal. He gripped Reina's hand gently.

"Agreed.... Though I hope we can better deepen our ties from these actions." He made sure to lock eyes with the Cleaner.

[AC DF]

She gripped his hand with surprising strength and shook once, there was enough power in her hand to break his if she wanted.

"Indeed. We are not ungrateful to our best employers, but we also like to leave ourselves open to smaller customers as well." She shook her head. "Still, if one of the Organizations up and comers can grow even stronger and gain some acclaim after working with us? Everybody wins." She said, gesturing toward a now opening portal.

"Come, now you will choose just who we send out first."

[Slixer]

Clinton nodded as he stood to follow Reina through the portal.

"And what is your plan exactly for neutralising 8 additional girls, all of whom are fiercely loyal to him especially given that his unique charm effects all women?" Clinton asked raising an eyebrow as the two entered the portal.

[AC DF]

Reina looked over her shoulder and smirked.

"We either go for checkmate, or pick apart those women from him." She shrugged. "There are plenty of us to handle this little issue." She said, tugging him into the portal.

Clinton would feel a warmth flow through him as he stepped into the portal, and he soon found himself face to face with all of the currently active Cleaners.

"Sisters, this is the Narukami client. He's come to make his selection." Reina said, getting a giggle from a younger looking, orange haired and eyed girl.

"Ooo~, does that mean Be-chan and I can go play~?"

"No, Anya, we'll save you two for if we really need it."

"Awh~..." The young woman pouted prettily and began to sulk. Reina nodded at the other four.

"Blair, Clara, Isabelle, and Pamela. Each has their own specialty. Though Clara is bonded with a servant as is Anya...they are more expensive given that their servants are required to fight alongside them." She said.

"Are you aware of their abilities, or would you like them to give a brief explanation of how they would subdue your targets?" She asked, looking at Pamela.

[Slixer]

Pamela smirked noting how flustered Clinton looked to be surrounded by such beauty, slowly as walked toward the fiery haired man, swaying her hips with each step before she pulled him into a long and deep kiss, Clinton barely had a chance to protest before he felt his lips being forced open by Pamela, a pleasurable act made all the more pleasurable by Pamela's pheromones and Reina's own skills before she pulled away grinning as she walked away, ensure her cute rear jutted with each step.

Clinton inhaled sharply as Pamela left, his face bright red from the unexpected attack.

"That was fun." Pamela grinned as she returned to her position.

"N-no I-I'm familiar with y-your powers." He spluttered.

"Oh my he's seems to have brains too." Pamela laughed softly as she began to reapply her lipstick winking at the organisation rep.

"I-I imagine you Reina or Blair would have the best chance initially." He panted noting Clara and Anya would definately cause to much attention.

"And why not me." Pamela grinned as she finished applying her make-up with a devious grin.

"W-we don't want him as a plant...." He sighed as he began to regain control of his emotions.