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My name is Alex Scott but most call me Quicksilver and my friends typically just call me Quick, there's a story behind that but I'm not going into it right now, I'm a dark elelmental and a former resident of the Chaos Lands. I work for the Independant Security Force, or I.S.F. for short. We are a snctioned police-like organization in Unity that works seperately from the government and deals mostly in cases involving Forgotten Ones. I.S.F was formed by and answers to Samuel Denison the Prince of Shadows, adopted son of the Lord of Night. Most of us are Forgotten ones but we have a few humans on board too, they're not your average humans though, there are a couple alchemists and a few witches and wizards. On a normal day I do my own thing and get left alone as long as I turn in results, today isn't one of those days. Today my boss has it in for me, I just know it, he wouldn't have assigned this rookie to me if he didn't. "Hey, c'mon. KYou've gotta be kidding me, Sam. You expect me to babysit somebody who was just turned? He's a liability."



Clearly he wasn't in the mood for me, I could tell by the daggers that pierced me from his eyes, "Look, Quick, you are currently my top performing agent. He's been a detective for the last 15 years in New Chicago so it isn't like he needs that much training, I just need someone to watch his back while he gets the hang of his new self. I know you didn't ask for this but neither did he, he's a Force Convert."



Ouch. Converts tend to have it a little rough but Forced Converts really get the short end of the stick, that's when somebody is turned against their will and their Sire usually doesn't stick around to get arrested for it. Damn, he had me. I have a bit of a soft spot for Forced Converts, I'm not one myself but I've seen and helped enough that I can usually sympathize with their pain. "Alright, alright. I'll do it but you're giving me hazard pay until he gets sorted out."



"Done, knew I could count on you Quick. Just try not to take on any of the dangerous cases for a while."



"Ha, do we have anything else? So what's his story anyway?"



"We still don't know who turned him and we don't know the situation but we have reason to believe it was meant for his good. We do know that it was a second generation Dark Elemental. I already told youthat he was a detective but unfortunately they don't allow any of the Forgotten on the force where he's from. You know how it goes. Even after all this time a lot of the humans tend to distrust us and fear us, but even in places where we'er accepted bthe law enforcement agencies rarely allow Converts in their ranks. New Chicago's primarily human with a couple small communties of Forgotten but they, like most, have a particular dislike of 'Vampires'. Not that I can really blame them, old fears die hard and who wants to live next to someone that they think will eat them? SO just take him on whatever you're working to show him the ropes and help him out if he has any problems with his developments. What case are you on now?"



I sighed, this was probably going to be a long day. "The one I'm taking care of now isn't anything big, a favor for the local police department. They had a Were jump bail. They tried to bring him in on their own but the poor bastards didn't know he wasn't human until he transformed and slipped away. Tonight's the full moon and they're too nervous to go for him again. I already have a lead on where he may be. So what's the new guy's name?"



"His name is Mark, he's waiting at your desk right now. Go easy on 'im."



I really didn't feel like taking on a newbie but I couldn't just ditch him either, at least I wasn't looking at a hard case right now. I walked over to my desk to find a guy sitting there looking around, he looked about as comfortable as if he were sitting on rocks and I could see that some of his transformations were still underway. When somebody is converted they don't instantly turn and the willing ones alter faster than those who're forced. I walked up and held up my hand to him, "Mark, I'm Alex but most call me Quicksilver or even just Quick. You'll be working with me for now, I've got a bail jumper that I need to pick up so let's head out."



He got up nervously and followed me to my car and didn't say a thing until we were a block away from headquarters. "So you don't already have a partner?"



"Ah, no we don't work that way here except for the few humans we have on staff. You'll only work with me until you're ready and then you'll work by yourself. Normally you get to do your own things as long as you turn in results and we're not bound by all of the rules you're used to following. We don't have to worry about being too rough unless we are messing with normal humans and we rarely ever have to deal with normal humans and most of us don't carry guns."



He seemed to take it all in passively and nodded for a moment. "I see, why don't you carry guns?"



"Most of us don't need them, once you finish changing you'll understand why. Eventually your power will develop, there are certain abilities that are universal but each of us has something unique. We're getting close to where I think our guy is so listen up, it's a bar that gets used as a hiding place by a lot of unfriendly types. I don't know how much experience you have in dealing with Forgotten Ones but I'm going to give you a quick rundown. He's a Were, the local police said he's a big one but we don't know what kind because he's not registered and that means he's probably here from the Chaos Lands, unfortunately most Weres fall into the category of 'big' to most humans. If he transforms you shouldn't go close quarters with him because you won't be able to handle him yet, tonight's the full moon and he'll be much stronger than on a normal night. I have a net gun in the back seat loaded with a net that has blessed silver woven through it, it will keep him from transforming if we get it on him fast enough and will force him out of it if we don't but only if we manage to get it on him. The plan is to net him and then cuff him, you should have been issued some silver cuffs. That is one thing human myths get right, most of the Forgotten Ones are weak to silver one way or another. Dark elementals are only weak to it if it gets in their blood, Weres can be restrained by it, and Banshees and Phantoms can be repelled by it. The only weakness Faerie folk have to it is that they love it, it's good to have some on hand if you're dealing with them because it's a good trade tool and the older it is the better. If you ever have to deal with a true Dragon and not just a Were a silver mirror will hold their gaze, anything that's made of silver and can reflect an image works, you shouldn't ever have to worry about that since there aren't many left in this world and most of them are registered law abiding citizens. Elves are completely immune to it in every way. Alright, we're here. I'm going in to try and confirm if he's here. I want you to wait by the door with the net gun and if he's in I'll try to flush him out and when I do you'll net him. Wait down wind from the door. Let's do this."



He swallowed nervously, nodded, and grabbed the net gun. He followed me to the door and set up on the east side behind a sign advertising some d.j. I pulled out a picture of the targe, studied it and handed it to him before I went in. As I descended the stairs inside I saw a few noses twitch and the owners turned their faces to me the bouncer was one of them. He was a Were and holding himself mid-transformation, looked like either a bear or a really big wolf but he wasn't my guy. The fact that he had that much control over his form meant he was dangerous to tangle with. He approached me and lifted a hand, "I can smell your bloodlust Vampire, we don't cater to that kind of thing here." His voice was like gravel being ground on a bass drum. "You'll have to look elsewhere."



I grinned at him and licked my fangs just to see if he'd twitch, he just stared me down. I laughed and shook my head, "You don't need to worry, I'm not here to feed."



"No? Than why do you smell so threatening?"



"I.S.F. I'm here chasing a bale jumper, an unregistered Were who slipped from police custody. I got some info that said he was hiding out here. Do you know anything about him?" I pulled out the spare picture I had and handed it to him, he looked at it and eased out of his partial transformation.



"I haven't seen him but my shift just started about an hour ago, the bar tender has been here all afternoon so she might know something. I'll ask, wait here." This place had a reputation of catering to Forgotten Ones trying to avoid the law and I doubt they'd give any answers to the police, but being from I.S.F. was different. They didn't mistrust us as much because we were like them but they were also more wary of crossing us because we had more freedom to make their lives hell. He showed the girl at the bar the picture and talked with her for a moment and then they both came over.



As she approached it was my turn to swallow nervously. She was an elf with red hair the color of autumn leaves and eyes like emeralds, her skin was a creamy ivory and looked like silk, and her lips were ruby red. What made it especially lethal is that she was 100% natural, no make up or dye or anything. That was what made elves dangerous, they breathed beauty and seduction.