"That was just a fucking waste of time!" Chase growled getting into the car. We had gone out on a mission tonight due to a tip we received from one of our informants who's daughter had supposedly "caught" one of her classmates using magic in the locker room at school. Do you know what happened when we arrived at the girl's house? We found that she wasn't a witch, but instead a normal girl that our informant's idiot daughter was bullying constantly. How could I tell? Well the girl was certainly scared of us no doubt because after all we were intruders, but she was confused as hell and this was after we had dragged her out of bed and beaten her and her entire family badly.

"You're telling me," I grumbled starting the car. Chase yelled in frustration at the fact that we had gone off on a tip from some jackass of a teenage girl who let her personal, sadistic feelings get in the way of our job. Because of this, we have to discharge her father and erase their memories along with the innocent girl who had been beaten mercilessly by our hands.

"What pisses me off the most is the fact that we didn't even check the background of this guy until after we had hurt that poor girl," Chase said, "Not only does this make him look bad, but us too. People are going to think that we're incompetent and don't know how to do our job properly. One mistake is all it takes for us to be on duty or cleaning up the torture rooms."

Desk duty or cleaning the interrogation rooms was not something I desired at all, but she was right. One small mistake can have your position with the organization down the drain. I hope neither one of us has to do this because it would be a pain in my ass, especially considering how my track record within Blood Brothers was almost pristine. I could not afford to fuck up at all and I didn't need to fuck up. My only solution now to avoid it is by bringing in the informant and his family so they will be severely punished for the false information they had given us, and for pretty much wasting my goddamn time with this mission.

Chase whipped out her phone to call someone and placed it against her ear.

"Marisa, look for Martin Thelman's file and send me the address in there," She said. Marisa, like Chase, was one of our many intelligence members that everyone within the organization relied her because of her ability to gather information that was very accurate and detailed along with evidence that was either a voice recording, a video, photos, and other things that were very usual digital and/or physical proof. There was never time when she wasn't wrong and where there was information missing because she was very thorough with her job and serious too. Marisa didn't play at all and that's one of the reasons why I admired her.

"Yeah. The bastard's daughter had given us false information," She growled under her breath. The scowl on her face deepened as she mentioned the situation we had on our hands involving the informant.

"The little bitch had fed him information about a classmate she's been bullying at he school like the little asshole she is. I swear when I see that little girl I'll give her a beating she won't forget," Chase seethed. Something told me that I would have to step in at some point and keep her from murdering the girl, although she deserved it for feeding false information to her father who gave it to us. I swear these kids these days don't know the value of human life and act like a bunch of soulless demons. Half of them deserve to be in prison with the way they're acting these days.

"I know we'll have to report this shit to the organization," Chase huffed in annoyance, "If this shit lands on desk duty, then I'm going to be so pissed. I might just go out and kill someone."

"Chase," I warned. She rolled her eyes and waved me off. Hearing her say that wasn't the best thing to even be heard at all given her past. Chase's past has always been a horrific and gory one filled with a lot of death and destruction by not just witches, but humans as well. Her past ways are things that I don't want her to fall back into because it could mean termination from the organization and termination is not something anyone wants at all given its bad reputation.

"Thanks for sending me the address, Marisa. I'll see you later," Chase muttered. She hung up the phone and shoved it deep into her pockets. She propped her arm on the window sill and rested her cheek against her fist. Her eyes were trained on the changing scenery outside of the car. Silence filled the air between us and you could almost feel the slightest bit of tension in the air between us. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that she was irritated at me for possibly thinking that she would fall back into her old ways so easily, but you couldn't blame me if you knew about all the horrific acts she's committed against others without any regrets whatsoever.

"You know I'm not going to do that anymore," Chase mumbled.

"I know, but I don't want you making statements like that. I'd hate to see you fall back into your old ways," I responded. It annoyed her even further to hear me say that, but it's the truth. I didn't want to hear her ever make statements or jokes like that ever again because if anyone else within the organization, aside Marisa, me, and others she were close to, then she would be terminated within a blink of an eye and never to be seen or heard from ever again. It's a sad thing, but that's reality. Even if Chase is our most reliable member, she's still a flight risk to those who were skeptical about even letting her become recruited and trained because they felt that someday she would turn on us all and use the things we taught her against us.

"Well I won't so drop it," She rolled her eyes. I glanced in her direction for a second, then let out a loud and exasperated sigh. Agitating her wasn't the plan at all due to how angry she was already about this failed mission of ours and it worried me thinking about the possible outcomes that we would face from already negative attitude.

When we arrived at the home of our so-called informant, Chase got out the car without so much as a word to me and grabbed her gun. Another sigh passed through my lips and I got out to do the same. It was best that I didn't say anything to her because I didn't want her to get anymore upset than she is right now. All I'm going to do is just monitor her while also dealing with our current conflict.

"Let's get this over with," I mumbled to myself. Chase walked up to the front door with me in silence like I had expected. My fist rapped quickly on the door before I stood back waiting for them to answer. We waited for someone to come and answer the door so we could get this over with. After a few minutes of waiting, Chase kicked in the front door with her steel toed boot causing it to fly open.

"Chase! What the fuck are you doing?!" I snapped.

"Letting myself in," She answered. She walked over the threshold and into the house. The sound of an alarm starting to go off came to my attention and I quickly went to find where it was. When I found the alarm, I turned it off using the information that Marisa had sent me as well. Chase has already bounded up the stairs much to my chagrin and I knew she was possibly terrorizing the people already. I could tell that tonight was going to get messy. I took out my phone and called Max.

"Hello?" He said.

"Max, it's me. Axel," I informed.

"Hey, man. What's up?" He greeted.

"I'm going to need you to send over the cleaning crew," I responded.

"Oh no. What did you do?" He asked.

"It's not me who's doing anything. It's Chase," I answered.

"Again. What did you do?" He repeated.

"I'll tell you the details later, but make sure you send them over," I replied.

"Fine. Make sure the blood and gore is kept down to a minimum," He said.

"Will do," I mumbled. The call ended and my phone was shoved deep into my pockets once again. I headed upstairs and went to go find Chase. When I spotted her, she was in the bedroom of the informant and she was currently terrorizing him by placing a gun against the temple of his wife's head.

"Chase, what the hell are you doing?" I hissed. She ignored me and glared at the man.

"I'm going to say this one more time. Wake up your daughter and head outside to the van. If you run or scream, I will blow your wife's brains out all over the floor. Am I understood?" She asked. He nodded his head vigorously and scrambled out of the room with fresh tears rolling down his cheeks.

"As for you, let's go."

Chase pushed past me as she dragged the wife behind her. The woman was whimpering and she followed Chase with tears falling down her cheeks. This was a mess. This was a huge mess. We weren't exactly supposed to lay a finger on them at all when we brought them in, but it wasn't exactly a rule that was set in stone so many people within the organization just beat whoever they brought in without a care in the world. The informant and his daughter walked down the stairs and I followed to make sure they don't do anything stupid.

The young girl looked over at me in fear, but when she saw that I noticed, she put her head down and kept walking. When we got outside to the van, I opened the door for them and let them in. They sat in the back with the mother who now had a cut on her lip. A loud sigh passes through my lips. Chase must've gotten annoyed and struck the woman. Digging through my pockets I found a napkin and handed it to her. She looked at it warily before taking it and giving me a soft "thank you". I nodded and closed the back door. I got into the driver side and saw that Chase was looking out the window like before.

When we arrived at the organization, Chase got out the van quickly and I followed after. She dragged the wife out by her hair and I knew then that it was time to intervene.

"Chase, let go of her!" I snapped. She whipped her head around to glare at me.

"Why? Afraid I'll go back to my old ways?" She sneered.

"What I said was wrong, but you need to fucking stop. You're doing some unnecessary shit right now that's for sure going to land us on desk duty. If you don't want that, then I suggest you go inside and report this," I spat.

"No way. I'm not going to-"

"Shut the fuck up and do as I say or else I'm going to look for a new partner," I ordered. She looked at me in shock at the fact that I said that, but it was the only way I could get her to go in and report this.

"Fine," She grumbled. She turned on her heel and stormed off towards the building. I sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time tonight andtime went to go check on them.

"Are you okay?" I asked the wife. She nodded with tears still flowing down her cheeks. I helped her up off the ground.

"Come on. Let's head inside so we can check you for any bruises," I told her. I may be an intimidating man, but I'm not a complete and total monster. The family walked ahead of me as fast as they could since the wife was beaten badly. As soon as we reached the doors, I scanned my prints and told the guards that they were here to have their memory erased. They let us through and I nodded before heading inside.

"Man, you really pissed off Chase," Max walked up beside me.

"Yeah I did," I rolled my eyes. He looked at the family in front of me. His usually playful expression turned into a serious one.

"Is that them?" He asked lowly.

"Yeah," I nodded, "Chase really did a number on the guy's wife."

He clenched his teeth visibly and made, then made a hissing noise.

"She doesn't look too good. I'll have Cara in the medical department do something about her wounds," He informed me.

"Fine. I'll take these two to the interrogation room," I replied. He nodded and walked up to the wife of the informant with a calm face that usually lulled many people into a false sense of hope. This face always gave others the impression that he was innocent and wouldn't hurt a fly when really and truly he was a trained killer like me. Although, his seemingly caring face didn't fool them and caused the daughter to visibly and loudly panic at her mother being taken away from her for just a second.

To make sure that they didn't panic any further, I decided to speak up so I could allow the daughter to be with her mother. Even though she had caused a lot of trouble for me tonight, I felt bad for scaring the shit out of the kid even if she deserved it anyway after that stunt she pulled, but my compassionate side decided to come out and make an appearance.

"Max, it's okay. Take them both with you and bring them to me when you're finished," I told him. Max nods and leads them both away talking calmly to both.

"Th-"

"Walk," I gruffly stated. He shut his mouth quickly and continued to walk in front of me. This was going to be such a long night.