Hunteri Heroici II

The Junkyard previously owned by a citizen of Lisbon Valley was now operated by the Greythorne estate, although no one was technically operating it as neither of the members of said estate wanted to spend time in the Junkyard.

During Irwin's absence, Archibald had relegated Gordon to the maintenance and construction of the corpse pit, communal training range, armory and barracks. Being far enough from the town proper, any noise from pre, peri, and post-construction would not attract the gossip mongers and holier-than-thou people of the town.

Under Gordon's supervision, the construction for the past two months went well underway with the excavation of one-fifths of the land for the armory and barracks being the last to be created. The corpse pit merely needed a shallow patch of land, a metal fence, and a tarp for the smell while the training range consisted of compacting a hundred rusty cars to form a large curved wall to prevent any stray bullets from traveling far from the Junkyard.

Today was the day the owner of the Junkyard would be given a tour, but before that, they needed to create a proper plan for the establishment. As such, Gordon led Andy and Irwin inside of the lightly furnished barracks and entered what would be Irwin's office.

"Take a seat, gentlemen." Irwin said, trying to sound like a proper boss. "Which building hasn't been built?"

"We're pretty much done. Tech just needs to install those CCTV things and electric wires," Gordon answered, still confused about the extra security.

"Good. We won't be using it for a while, so Andy will be taking over the supervision of the Junkyard." Irwin informed them, eliciting a groan from Andy. "Oh, I'm sorry. Do you want to hunt monsters?"

"I'm not complaining!" Andy groaned when singled out, but nevertheless allowed Irwin to carry on with the meeting.

"Since you spoke up, how is the training going?" Irwin narrowed his eyes at the stoner.

Andy's eyes lit up at the question, leaning forward on the couch."Oh, it's going great. I can actually do what you were telling me to do."

For a moment, a tingling sensation entered Irwin's mind, as if something was burrowing off his defenses before a still image of two men docking entered his mind.

"Jesus Christ!" Irwin reeled back in surprise, shuddering at the intrusion and content which elicited roaring laughter from Andy. "Ok, fuck you. But good job." 

"What happened?" Gordon asked, confused.

Andy halted his laughter enough to answer. "I just sent him gay porn."

"That's sick." Gordon snorted in amusement.

"Enough." He said, glaring at the two. "How long is your range?"

"I can project clear images about a mile or two, but further than that is hard. Oh, I also need to know the person; like, his face, height, and voice," Andy said

"That's good enough. I'll tell Ella and Archie about your powers, so that you can contact them whenever there's a problem," Irwin nodded to himself before glaring at Andy. "If I ever hear you doing something to my family–"

"God, no. Dude, I know you'll torture me or at least let this fucking serial killer-wannabe do!" Andy points towards Gordon, who was grinning at himself.

"I'm not a wannabe. Freak," Gordon defended himself.

Irwin sighed before turning his attention towards Gordon. "Enough. I want you on the first flight to Ohio. Get me Anna Milton in the manor within a week. I'll be transferring fifty-thou on your card. Call Ella once it's empty."

"Easy enough. I saved her ass from a bum I paid to try to rape her," Gordon nonchalantly mentioned.

"What?" Andy choked on his saliva when he heard the vampire hunter's words.

"The bum didn't rape her. I came in and beat the shit out of–You know what, I don't need to explain myself to you, shithead." He turned towards Irwin and said, "I can do it. I can hunt after that, right?"

"Yes, you can. Just be careful of the demons. Their plans are nearing its end." Irwin reminded, not jost Gordon, but to the rest of his people as well.

Irwin removed his mink coat and turned on the heater in the room before taking out two bottles; Potion bottles procured from the Trade Store, one is a Health potion while the other is a Stamina potion.

"I'm sure you all know of the danger of this world." He began his speech, "That's why for the past two months that I was away, I have begun thinking of how to protect it. How to save the most number of lives without facing so much casualty to the point of being a bad example of sunk-cost fallacy."

Gordon nodded, seemingly unsurprised about Irwin's sudden speech, "Every hunter knows what you're going after. You need to cut into the meat of the matter. What differs you from the Men of Letters or any other bigwigs who think they can use us?"

Irwin nodded, as it was a fair point. In the original television show, the British Men of Letters used their various technological devices to entice American hunters, even going so far as to bribe them with a salary. Of course, the hunters rejected them and the Men of Letters made the worst decision of their lives and went to war with the American hunters.

'Relax. I have something they don't have.' Irwin calmed himself, chewing on his words while Gordon patiently waited.

"I want to create an organization–not unlike the Men of Letters–that would unify a portion of American hunters. A union of hunters to prevent unnecessary deaths and being cannon fodder in the incoming war. Give them information about how to hunt these, where to find those, how to stop this, and other things. I would give out money, potions, armors, guns, and basically any resources they want… with some stipulations."

"And what are those stipulations?" Gordon asked, playing Devil's Advocate.

"A bounty system. You will be given points per corpse of a monster you bring." Irwin said, "Of course, there will be categories and types which will place different values in a corpse."

"Interesting. So, if we kill a vampire and send it to you, how do you keep track of the points? And what if we kill a hunter who is bringing in his monster and claim it for myself? Wouldn't that be contradictory to your goal?" Gordon narrowed his eyes, asking question after question.

Irwin hummed, "Your second question is also a problem I've cropped up with. Would a video proof–"

"Most of them don't even have a phone." Gordon countered. "What if we give them incentive not to do it? Is that a possibility?"

"Probably. We'll put a pin on this and make it our first priority. In the meantime, keeping points is easy enough. Ash, a friendly computer whiz, can make an identification program and automate a spreadsheet." Irwin began taking down notes on a paper he found on the drawer.

For the next few hours, Irwin and Gordon practiced what the former would say in front of the hunters in Harvelle's Roadhouse. It was refreshing to have someone to talk to and bounce ideas off, especially one who was highly regarded and infamous in the hunter circle.

In the interim of returning home and teleporting away from the island, Irwin had begun to unravel the idea and thought of multiple names. He, however, had neglected the very fact that people, especially hunters, were hard-coded to decline any semblance of change in their ways.

It was in their tradition that they thrive in accretion, mired down by the ever-changing pulse of society and the change in the world at large. For them to accept what he would propose, he would need results; immediate and effective results that would prove to be too difficult to negate.

'Maybe I should become an angel again,' Irwin mused before balking at the thought of feeling the aftermath of consuming such an unstable alchemical concoction.

"Want to continue?" Gordon asked.

"No. I need to check on the Winchesters." Irwin shook his head, eliciting a scoff from Gordon. "Still don't like them?"

"They fucked me over with that Children chick." He responded venomously, scratching the back of his neck as if feeling for a wound.

"That reminds me, I need to deal with the Children in our prison. I hope you've done your job properly."

Gordon grinned. "They'll bark if I tell them to."

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As I've mentioned earlier, only five chapters here on in. I apologize if you don't like it, but family comes first. Oh, hey. That's the theme of the tv series!