Preparations

[Nox]

The dog was pounching everything in the dojo. Nox moved from water balls to balls and rays of light. It was a bit more challeneging and the dog couldn't catch them either without disipation. And the dojo had started to smell like wet dog, not an appetizing smell to linger.

Nox had no clue how long he'd been working in there, the dog was lying on his belly under one of the obsticals off to the side tuckered out. Nox had proceeded into trying to hold two weaves together at the same time. It was failing miserably. But he did manage to get two working at the same time, but the first one failed almost immediately as he tried to get the second one stable. It was going to take a bit more work and a lot more concentration. And right now concenatraion was hard to come by - with Aria gone, Aurora missing, Lucas was dead. His heart sank as he thought on it, and Bas, he was about to be dead.

Nox couldn't imagine Bas getting away from the first order of the Archangls, that had been who the message was from - Martin Borovsky - metatron. That man was ruthless on a normal hunt and he was blood thirsty for gods if he was anything like the Regus and Nox was fairly certain he was.

Connor came in saying he'd got something. Nox nodded and stopped what he'd been doing. He wiped the sweat from his brow, he'd looked like he'd run a marathon and he'd barely moved, dual weaves was difficult work.

Nox sat down on the mat in the dojo and grabbed his bottle of water and took a sip. Connor handed him his wallet and the location of the call's orgination sat blinking up at him. Nox threw the screen into holo mode and he could see the building. He grinned and then if fell flat. This he lived for hunting, but the reason for it sank his heart. Nox looked to Connor, "What do you bet we can roll back footage for a few weeks? Find what this mysterious man looks like? Maybe who he is?