"So, Laura. What do you think our odds are?" A man asked, his eyes locked on the paper in his hands. "Not very good, I would say." A young girl replied, her fingers moving a pen as she scribbled something on another piece of paper. "We've gathered the numbers, but they're all amateurs when it comes to working in big groups. I'm afraid that would prove to be a big problem during this hunt.""I get what you're saying but…" sighing once, the man added. "We don't have a choice."The girl sighed as well, slowly shaking her head. Just then they heard a knock on the door."What?" The man said, annoyance cleared in his voice."Soldat, I've brought some people who want to participate in the hunt." "Hank, huh. Bring them in."Drake and the others had followed the man named hank to a certain inn. Waiting for them in one of the rooms was a pair of Hunters, one was a middle aged man with rough features and a brown toned body. His long black hair was bushy and unkempt, the bloodshot eyes peeking
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