DEMON HUNT

Chapter 46: The master plan

The captains of the demon dogs institute convene once again. It's a fair weathered morning, forty two hours away from the anticipated supposed mass gathering of the demons.

Forty two hours before the gathering!

The captains seat in their usual roundtable format. They are all officially dressed, everyone except Toro leaving their face uncovered. Malcolm is in attendance, but the the meeting is yet to begin. Omero is yet to show up.

Malcolm dives into a fictional book, probably to avoid eye contact with Sinister, who is sitting almost directly opposite him, right across the Omero's designated seat. The room is quiet, causing Charleston to drop his head on the table, bored to death. This was never his strong suit- being quiet.

The door chamber door slowly creaks open, a direct reflection of the force applied. An officially dressed Omero slowly walks in, struggling to walk. His feet appear too heavy for him to move. It seems like a long walk, his seat being furthest away from the entrance. Nicole opts to offer him assistance, but Malcolm voluntarily rises instead. Malcolm's attempt to render assistance is halted by a shocking scene that unfolds.

On the verge of collapsing, Omero receives support from underneath his shoulders. Sinister places Omero's right hand over his shoulder, giving him support. The duo first take a moment to look each other in the eye. Without uttering a word, Sinister leads Omero to his seat, helping him reach his chair. Charleston is plunged back into activity by the scene. Sinister slowly resumes his seat. Omero wastes no time in addressing the council.

Omero: Good day, all. I apologize for my lack of punctuality. It was never my intention to leave you all wai...

Omero's address is interrupted by a series of unsettling coughs, prompting him to cover his mouth with a white handkerchief. The end result, a white handkerchief tainted with several droplets of blood. Omero grabs a bottle of water and helps himself to some of its content, before proceeding.

Omero: Pardon me. It was a difficult night, but I have it...A plan to end this once and for all.

Omero's statement, as if it needed to, raised the concentration level in the room. Toro adjusts himself from his position of apathy, becoming invested in the conversation. Their facial expressions urge Omero to proceed.

Omero: I'll send it to you now.

Each captain's D-pad beeps, causing them to focus on their screens. Omero walks them through his plan.

Omero: We have been able to, through combined efforts, confirmed that the gathering is real. After considering every single possible scenario, based on what we know, I have crafted a three phase plan. Malcolm, how many hunters do we have? What's our numerical strength?

Malcolm: Well, excluding the captains, there are a total of one thousand, eight hundred and eighty three hunters at our disposal.

Charleston immediately cuts in, talking childishly.

Charleston: Bruh... Don't say it like. Really now? ''At our disposal''? Makes it sound like a suicide mission.

Omero proceeds without paying much mind to Charleston.

Omero: I thought so. The truth is that we are at a numerical disadvantage. Our estimates place the demons roughly at five thousand. We'd likely lose in a flat out battle. So, I have decided to split up the force into teams. Team one will attack Braves...I mean Seider. Every hunter not a part of the other two phases will be in this effort. I'll move on for now. Phase two is where us captains come in. Once the ceremony ends, the higher ranking demons will leave Seider to complete some kind of rite. It's our duty to take care of them, to minimize casualties. Only one captain will be left out, to handle phase three.