“Number XX.”

“Yes, my Lord?”

“Have you gotten info?”

“First name, recent hunts. Nothing more.”

“All right. Number VI?”

“He spoke to the bait. I think the bait tried to warn him.”

“… I see. Number LXV?”

“I’ve found the quarter in which he lives, but nothing more. Can’t pinpoint his house, my Lord.”

“… all right. Anyone found anything about this Brotherhood he got? No? Oh, whatever. You may leave.”

**

“Who’s the prey?”

“This one.”

“Okay. Another one we need to get rid of. Which hunter?”

“Black Hawk. He’s the best, he’ll get rid of that prey no problem.”

“Good. Messenger?”

“Little Tae. He has his dog form.”

“Good idea. I’ll tell him immediately.”