Indecent opulence.

April, 2028.

Chicago.

3h33

In the richest neighborhood of the city, Forest Glen, a clandestine party is currently going on in a old and magnificent house.

From the exterior, nothing betray the debacle of vices and debauchery currently going inside, but this is not a new thing, before the 2012 Event, clandestine parties already existed but after the whole human population gained abilities it grew to be more regular and extreme. Parties on this scale and nature regularly popped up but contrary to simple parties, the money, influence and power necessary to get in is much higher, the parties are accessible only by invitation, invitations only sent to powerful and influential beings, whetever they are vampires, werewolves, witches, augmented individuals or Homo-Metasapiens as they are now scientifically called, however the term is still young so people still uses the word augmented.

But even amongst all these potential customers, certains tastes are required to fully appreciate these parties delicacies.

Unfortunately for these lovers of lives, the men and women hiding and encircling the two floors house aren't here to enjoy the festivities, their purpose is more malicious, wherever these 3 women and 2 men pass, deaths usually follow in their footsteps.

Every operations completed by them is classified and locked under the E.S security level. The disclosure of informations on everything pertaining to the Conclave unit could irreversibly harm global security.

' Are we really doing ? I mean who give a damn about degenerates fucking and killing each others. Don't you think so too, Mesa ? ' the woman perched on a tree close to the house says to her comrades but she does it using her telepathy, it allow the whole team to speak quietly and at distances. They also have an headset in their left ear in case something interrupts the telepathic link.

' Don't be ridiculous Saryn, I think we all know our mission has nothing to do with the party, it's someone who is attending tonight that interests Commander. ' Mesa respond to Saryn's previous comment.

' Is the target really so dangerous that they have to sent us ? ' Another voice asks with curiosity but the telepathic message also betray excitement at the prospect of a difficult fight.

Silently approaching closer to the house, the black tactical outfits the team composed of 7 members put themselves in position.

' Yes. The discharge of energy detected a month ago in Virginia originated from one of the first institute opened for supernatural species. After investigations, the culprit was identified.. Hope Mikaelson, daughter of the original hybrid and a werewolf supposedly coming from a royal line. ' The leader of the unit, identified under the codename Wisp remind and inform in details his subordinates.

' Well... I suppose a target is a target, nothing less, nothing more. ' Protea the female witch answer telepathically and start working on the protective spells put on the house, to enter she and her team need to trick the spells into thinking they are invited. The plan is simple, Wisp and Harrow are going to enter alone and get rid of the biggest oppositions the fastest and quietest possible, while they do this Mesa and Saryn will make sure no one escape, their role are to keep the peoples contained in the house and also protect Protea who will modify the spells already applied to the house to her team's benefits. Getting ready, all the members of the team named Conclave 4 raise the masks they have on their face, the material of the mask don't have high defensive value but they fill their purpose and completely hide their identities.

' On my count be ready to act. 4, 3, 2, 1, go ! ' Protea warn her comrades the instant she change the settings of the protective spells. The reactions of Harrow and Wisp is immediate, one of them take cover against the wall while the other discretely open the door.

Pushing the door open, Harrow let his killer instinct guide him and he twist the neck of the distracted man supposed to watch the entry. Quickly hiding the body in the coat closet, he succeed in being undetected, majorly because of the loud music but his skills in assassination shouldn't be underestimated.

( Music : Glass Animals - Exxus.)

Wisp join him and close the door behind him, exchanging words telepathically, Wisp wave his hand over his form and over Harrow's form and their appearance changes, it'll allow them to walk unhindered and undetected in the crowd.

After Wisp apply the illusionic magic on them, they go in separate directions to explore the area and eliminate the individuals who could pose a threat to the success of the mission.

The inside of the house is lit in a dim purplish light, the meeting of so many powerful beings creates a sort of haze that give a feeling of being in some sort of trance, almost like if one were in a dreamlike state. The effect are not handicapping for Wisp and Harrow but any less strong individuals would be caught in it and mentally affected by this invisible but ever present haze of magical energy.

Sneaking through the unsuspecting party peoples, avoiding the luxurious furnitures and decorations, Harrow show the slight unprofessional side that cost him the leadership position in the team, despite being the most heavy hitter his attitude kept and still keep him from reaching a higher hierarchical position.

Traversing the rooms that seems bigger from the inside than from the outside, he slow down a little and waste time by watching the curvy and attracting dancers ondulating their bodies in hypnosing ways, his gaze avoid them but there is also male dancers to please the women attending the party.

But amongst these beautiful and sexy dancers, he notice that there is also young girls who look like they are barely teenagers and boys just as young, this observation make a spike of disgust grow in Harrow and he focus on the biggest and closest source of power he feel.

Wisp is distributed by the minors too but he keep his thoughts for himself and continue his exploration. He ignore the dancers, the impressive amount of drugs he counted and the peoples copulating in view of everyone. What bother him more at the moment is the location of the target and how he, with the help of his team are going to handle her.

A few minutes later, the two efficient operatives have taken down the three or four truly powerful peoples present at the party, they did their best to hide the bodies but someone is bound to found one or more of them. Soon these bodies will be discovered by someone and as soon as it happens the situation will surely degenerates, so he have to find the target and fast.

While Harrow was exploring the ground floor, he found out that a lower floor exists, something that wasn't in any plans.

Descending the stairs, he come face to face with a brutal and violent fight between a partially transformed werewolf and a augmented indivual with the power of cryokinesis.

They fight inside a spelled salt circle that stops them from getting out of it until only of them is still alive.

Around the circle, dozens of peoples cheers and bet astronomical sum of money, looking at their face, Harrow can easily imagine them with joyful and excited expression while decapited heads and organs fly in the air under there pleased eyes. Gritting his teeth, he resists the burning anger he feel and watch as the werewolf feet are encased in ice.

It's transformed upper body trash around and it's sharp claws tries to gut the physically weak ice controller but he prove his superior intellect by dodging and placing himself behind the back of the werewolf.

Making a stake of ice appears in his hand, he approach the enraged beast to stab it but abruptly the werewolf break the ice holding it back and he rush at the augmented man with his superior speed.

It's mouth filled with teeth and leeking drool snap close on the man arm, chewing on it for a second while the man scream in horrors and pain, the werewolf tear the arm apart and throw it away with a move of its animalistic head.

The sound of clapping resonate, the blood and gore only seem to give the spectators the desire to see more.

Unfortunately for those seeking a shortes and less bloody combat, the man missing an arm put his remaining hand on his injury and freeze it until not a drop of blood fall from it anymore.

Upstairs on the first floor, a long hallway with rows of doors on both the right and left walls.

Private chambers remark Wisp, soundproof from both side, these rooms are designed for intimacy and silence.

Wisp find something interesting after examining the doors, after a quick glance he almost immediately analyze the spell and the taste of the energy used. One of Wisp more useful talent is the capacity to sense and memorized energies signature particularly magical energy and the potent magic he felt on the locking spell put on the door is unforgettable, especially since he sense it recently.

Before he can warn the rest of the team of his findings he receive a telepathic message that make him feel satisfied with the capacities of his coworkers.

' I have full control of every protective spells, I reconfigured them to block anyone outside of us from leaving or entering the house. I also made the preparations to erase any clues of our involvement. ' The message of Protea reach every members.

' Very well. Target located, upper floor, third door on the right. Saryn, Mesa does one of you have eyes in the room ? ' Wisp respond with a stern tone even if his voice is purely a thought traveling to the others.

' Negative. But give me a minute and I can make it as we hear anything said inside the room. ' Saryn is the first one the answer, Mesa follow and inform them that she don't have a clear view of the room either but she is sure there is at least two people in it.

' Almost there... Ok I'm good. I should warn you, there is a risk the spell I'm about to cast will be detected by one or maybe the two inside the room. ' She says back to his mind after she took a few seconds to prepare herself to cast the past from the outside. Her position on the tree offers her the best angle, any other rooms and she wouldn't have been able to do this, luck smiles on them tonight it seems.

' Mesa enter the house, lock down the fight club basement with Harrow then take care of the ground floor. ' Wisp bark out his orders telepathicly while taking out his gun in case the spell of Saryn goes wrong.

' On it. How much freedom of action do we have smoky Wisp ? ' Wisp receive the comical answer that don't even draw a chuckle from him.

' Just put them unconscious, I don't want a repeat of Paris this time we do clean, am I clear ? ' He grimly respond to Mesa message.

In less than 5 minutes it will be done, the military might of the Conclave 4 is not one to be tested, the mere mention of the group can evock fear in the most hardened criminals but of course their existence is hidden for the lowest rungs.

Over the years, their reputation have grow, covert interventions, show of might in more direct battlefields, hunts of supernaturals creatures, conflicts resolution between augmented individuals factions, extermination of witches covens. The only one holding their leash is a unofficial division of C.I.A, the B613.

' I cast the spell, I'm directing the sound to you Wisp. ' Saryn warn her leader and as if by magic he suddenly can hear what is said in the private room.

Inside of it, laying on the king sized bed trimmed with green satin blanket, a slightly overweight man is trying his hardest to break the restrains on his ankles and wirsts. He tries to shout or scream but the piece of tissue stuffed in his mouth block all his attempts.

" Shush... Mr Oaklayn, I had a rough past month. First my.. Friend, father.. I'm not really sure shot me right in the heart, then my best friend disappeared, my boyfriend was kidnapped by his mother. Oh ! Did I forget to say when I died I came back as a fully freak of nature ? " A young woman with cold electric blue eyes says sarcastically to the tied up man but her voice and face lacks vivid and true emotions.

" But I'm not here to talk about the dramas that populates my life no, no, no... I'm here on quest, for my family but especially for myself, please don't call me selfish. " She continues with a smile that scream fake and advances towards the bed, putting her knees on the soft mattress she take out the tissue out of the old warlock mouth.