Not Another Enemy Raid X

It was to navigate the streets of Los Angeles when one's a puff of wind, especially when the smog and haze had been trapped down on the streets due to the heavy snow.

The cacophony of horns and the blares of the streetlights didn't make it any easier for him, as well as carrying a bewildered Anthony. The sheer willpower it took to arrive at the burger joint exhausted Irwin more than the apartment fights combined.

Still, the moment he saw the black Impala parked haphazardly on the establishment's parking lot, his thoughts hastened with his incorporeal form following suit. Nearly crashing into the car, Irwin transformed back into his mortal form and rolled on to the ground to reduce his velocity.

Unfortunately, Anthony had been caught unaware and smashed, head-first, into the windshield of a nearby car. Alarm blared in the back of his mind as Irwin stood up shakily, blood dripping from the hole in his chest; already healing due to his Enhanced Physique.

As he slumped against the Impala, numerous figures exited the establishment with the intent to figure out the commotion. All five of whom were familiar to him, four of which going towards him while the sole figure heading towards the car.

Scott arrived first and knelt down beside him, checking Irwin's pulse on the neck. "You've escaped." He exclaimed as he hooked Irwin's arm over his neck.

"BABY!" Dean yelled as he saw the dent in the driver's side door from where Irwin bumped his head. "If you weren't fucked up, I would bend your bones, Dick."

"You… you can certainly try," Irwin replied, trudging along Scott towards the burger joint. "Help-help Anthony. Keep him safe."

Relief soon unburdened Irwin's stressed form as his body hit the sticky plastic chair, smacking the back of his head on the headrest and took in the slight dinghy and syrupy smell of the establishment.

He scanned his surroundings and found every hunter was either taking up a table by themselves or milling about and eating burgers. Gordon and Kubrick were visibly injured, but the slight redness in certain areas of their skin indicated that they've used a Health potion within the last few hours.

Ellen and Garth were injured, too, albeit light and barely worth mentioning. They had four Angel Blades and an offensive-powered Special Child within their team; a reckoning force enough to survive a legion of demons, much less extracting a target with no heavy-hitters like pagan goddesses.

"Glad you're all alive." He said. "No casualties, huh?"

"No, but, uh, you'll probably want to see this." Sam Winchester took the seat adjacent to him and gave him his laptop.

A muted bulletin news report was already playing on the screen with a subtitle: Congressman Under Fire.

Unmuting the video, Irwin was shown a collage of firetrucks, police cruisers, SWAT mobiles, and two unmarked black SUVs that was clearly driven by federal agents. In the report, the journalist portrayed the unsettling fire that had occurred last night, whereupon seven security guards were found burnt to crisps. The fire marshall had suspected no foul play back then, but the investigation was now under review.

Irwin didn't even touch anything before the next newsreel appeared and it was a video of the LAPD chief of police issuing a statement earlier afternoon regarding the series of events happening in and around Congressman Brown's apartment. LAPD and LAFD were now fully cooperating with on-site federal agents–ATF and FBI being the main consultants in the investigation–as well as banning all flights in and out of the city and activating stringent patrols on all major highways.

The good news was that Brown's campaign manager had spoken up about Brown and his family's whereabouts, lying that they were in a safe and secure area and had evacuated the premises after the fire had burned down the third floor. The bad news was that the LAPD had identified three suspected domestic terrorists from earlier this morning and two of the three had prior warrants for some screwed-up charges.

"So… you and your brother just got upgraded from serial murdering, satanic, necrophiliac to-to domestic terrorists, huh?" Irwin couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all before checking his phone which he had stowed in the Impala.

"Well, shit." He cackled at the dozens of missed calls and unseen text messages from Ella and Archibald.

Adding in to the messiness of the event, Irwin's phone had been blowing up. Homeland Security had contacted the family's legal firm, citing evidence of Irwin entering the apartment a few hours before the fire alongside Dean Winchester and Robert Singer.

Archibald also texted him about a certain special agent Henderson, who had been hot on the Winchester's heels for months now, visiting the manor earlier this afternoon. Apparently, the agent and his partner had received the messages Anthony had been leaving for them and decided that the recent incident was the best time to follow through with that.

'Fucking pigs.' Irwin chuckled, commiserating himself to the fact that every world had bastard cops.

"This isn't funny, Richard. They're-they're making us a scapegoat!" Sam growled helplessly.

Dean chimed in, still unreasonably angry at the dent. "I say we just throw you under the bus, Dick. Save us from being branded as terrorists, huh?"

Bobby was fixated on finishing his burger but still had time to say something. "You owe us big time, Richard. I'm gonna make sure you pay up."

"I know." Irwin laughed aloud, shaking his head at their follow-up banters. "Where's Linda?"

"Manager's office." Scott answered before noticing Irwin's curious brow. "I, uh, bribed him five grand to let us use his office, and he took a day off."

Irwin shook his head, glad that Scott's been learning with the experienced hunters before him. He passed by a clearly nervous cashier as he entered the manager's office, whose desk and shelves had been removed from the room.

Reclining on the office chair was a pregnant Linda Brown, awake and scared out of his mind as she held her son's hand, Joseff. The kid, unlike her stressed out mother and high-on-psychokinetic-hallucination father, was busy playing with Irwin's secondary smartphone, which he had stored along his primary in the car.

Ellen Harvelle was kneeling on the ground, pouring drops of the Health potion on the scrapes on Anthony's body.

"Need any help?" He asked.

Ellen gave him a once-over before snorting, "Looks like you need one for yourself."

"I don't doubt that." He turned towards Linda and gave her a soft smile. "Good–Actually, I don't know what time it is, so just… Hello, I suppose. My name's Richard and I'm a monster hunter."

"I know, Richard." Linda said softly, her pale blue lips quivering in exhaustion. "They already gave me the rundown of what happened."

"The sacrifice?"

Linda sighed heavily, tightening the hand around her son's arm. "Yes. I can't believe haboba would do something like that… So vile and, why did I deserve that? My child doesn't–"

Irwin took a hold of her free hand and clenched it with both hands. "No one does, Linda. They are not people, at least not in the normal sense of the word. Merely beings born out of human desperation from eons ago, relics of a bygone era. They will be punished for what they have done to you and know that they will never be able to do anything to you."

Linda broke down in tears after his words, pulling Joseff into her arms and hugging him tightly. He took out a Stamina potion and set it on the cabinet beside Linda, silently offering her a little boost before heading towards the door.

Ellen joined him in his walk out, letting the nuclear family a chance for alone time. "What do you mean by that?" She asked.

"What else?" Irwin cracked his neck and took out a Mana potion. "I'm finishing what I started. We're doing Plan E."