Sewer Diving. [Open to immortals, Jillian.]

[Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung]

Hobbs bounced on the spot on the pavement under a flickering street lamp. Not too far away, a manhole in the alleyway beside her led down into the sewers.

The sun was just beginning to go down, and it cast long shadows through the streets. This was about the time that the wolves and bloodsuckers of the city started to crawl out of their holes too, and Hobbs had prepared for the night. In addition to the thermal imaging glasses tucked over the neck of her t-shirt, the earpieces in one of the many deep, numerous pockets of her cargo shorts, and the scent masking spray in the pocket of her leather jacket, she had a bag of blood in her shorts pocket, resting against her thigh. It was to be the bait.

It was sheep's blood, and it was still warm. It creeped her out.

There were enough similarities between sheep's and human blood for the first successful blood transfusion to be between the two species. Hobbs didn't know if sheep and human blood smelled different to immortals, but the only way she'd been able to get her hands on human blood was to bleed herself dry. And that was out of the question.

Hobbs hopped about on the spot again, trying to keep warm. It wasn't easy with shorts on, and it was better to work up her blood rate now before she went underground. On one foot she wore a welly; appropriate footwear for wading through the sewers. On the other she didn't have a foot at all; she wore the carbon fibre weave cheetah blade that allowed her to run faster. And running may well be necessary tonight.

Hobbs checked her wristwatch, and muttered to herself, "C'mon, Moore, where the fuck are you?"

[Jillian Moore]

The night had finally come. She had been waiting for this night for so long. Since they'd last spoken about this, she had been looking forward to it. The blonde woman's hair was wrapped tightly in a braid around her head, and she was dressed for success. She was wearing shorts, high rising surf booties, a plain white shirt, and a heavily studded leather jacket- on her face were the glasses that Hobbs had given her before. Strapped to her head was a miner light, the bulb created a high level of UV light. Jillian felt prepared, in the least.

Jillian had grabbed as many weapons as she thought she could carry and still move properly. She had the UV light strapped to her head, the silver studded jacket, a Glock with silver bullets, and a wooden crucifix that doubled as a stake. Armed to the teeth was the expression, and she truly felt that way.

The sleek motorcycle was hidden behind a dumpster, and Jillian was running through the street now. She was late. She could see Hobbs. The other woman was particularly easy to label when one had the thermal imaging glasses on. Hobbs' missing leg was the reason for that. Jillian ran until she was about 20 feet away from the other woman. She was panting lightly.

"I'm here. Sorry about that. I was gathering my weapons up, and hiding my bike," Jillian said. She didn't make the effort to lower her voice. No matter what was listening down there, she didn't need to worry too much about it. She was armed and had a partner. There weren't many creatures out there that still attacked a team of Hunters. Those that did often died, unless they were stronger than most. "I trust you've brought your own weapons to this gig."

Jillian shifted the crucifix on her back. It was heavier than she had expected it to be. "I've got my Glock, my silver, my UV, and my stake slash crucifix. I pity the creature who runs into us tonight on this test run," Jillian grinned wickedly. She shivered briefly in the night air. "It's gonna smell like shit, but thank God it'll be warmer down there than it is up here. This is my first time going out with the intention of finding and killing a werewolf or a vampire. It's a little bit nerve-wracking, but I'll tell you what, Hobbs. I'm killing my first one tonight."

[Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung]

Hobbs turned her head to the sound of footsteps, and turned to face Moore running towards her. Hobbs' face broke into a lopsided grin, thankful for her wait to be over.
As Moore came closer, Hobbs suddenly realised how very underdressed she felt in comparison. Her weapons supply wasn't nearly the same size as Moore's walking arsenal. She had her gun with various bullet types, bombs, and a UV flashlight. She'd figured that would do, but seeing the other woman looking like she was geared up for World War Three made her reconsider.

Hobbs was... tense . She wouldn't go so far as to say nervous, she wasn't excited about tonight, or dreading it either, but she wasn't the 'go out and shoot at things' kind of hunter. Hobbs was more comfortable running surveillance and backup. But leaving Moore out on her own to test out her tech, and expecting her to be fine while Hobbs sat on a rooftop overlooking the operation or sitting back at base all cushy in front of a monitor was a coward's move. And she'd better get used to being the 'go out and shoot at things' kind of hunter sooner rather than later. She had to start pulling her own weight eventually.

"Sure you brought enough weapons?" Hobbs asked, eyeing what looked to be a crucifix poking out from behind her with a deadpan expression. She pulled the scent-masking spray out of her pocket, closed her eyes, and swiftly doused her head, neck, and hair, in a fine mist. Then she sprayed all across her clothes, down her legs, and around her welly. It was more powerful stuff than what deer hunters used, since Immortals had a more powerful sense of smell. She'd tested it, of course, but she couldn't say for sure exactly what a vampire or werewolf could and couldn't smell.

"It's the first time I'm on the ground doing the stuff, so I guess were in the same boat here." Hobbs tossed the bottle to Moore. "Spritz up. And make sure you're covered."

[Jillian Moore]

Jillian smiled. She felt her emotional walls deteriorating. This was what the hunt felt like. She felt... giddy. Jillian wasn't used to the feeling, but she was excited. She caught the bottle and sprayed herself with it, following Hobbs' directions. She didn't smell it. Jillian scolded herself for thinking that she would be able to smell it. She scowled briefly, quickly changing into a smile again. She tossed the bottle back at Hobbs and looked at the sewer grate.

"How do you plan to open that? Have you got a crowbar? Or should I go get mine?" Jillian asked. She reached into her pocket, popped a cigarette in her mouth, and lit it up. Sucking on the cigarette for a moment, she smiled again. "If things go bad down there, at least I'll have a bit of nicotine in my system. I'll last longer that way," She said jokingly. Of course, the cigarette wasn't going to keep her alive longer down there. It was a security blanket.

Despite the fact that Jillian was overwhelmed with excitement, she was nervous. She had seen what werewolves were capable of, but she didn't know what to expect out of a Vampire. She looked at Hobbs for a moment and mentally grimaced. The woman looked like easy prey. That meant that Hobbs would handicap Jillian. She'd have to make sure that the other woman didn't die. She had a technological genius that very few others had. If Hobbs died in the sewers, Jillian would handicap the Hunters. So, she would more than pull her weight. She'd pull Hobbs' too. Luckily, the other woman didn't look like she had too much weight to her.

"I've got my crowbar in my bike. So, if you want, I'll go back and grab it."

[Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung]

She caught the bottle Moore threw back to her and stuck it in her pocket, pulling out her Glock 17 from its holster and sliding in a custom magazine of silver-tipped bullets. She didn't know that she'd be facing a Werewolf, but she could always eject the magazine if needs be and replace it with a UV set. She hadn't popped the UV bullets in first, of course, because they were tracer rounds, and they gave away your position as soon as you pulled the trigger.

Reholstering her gun, Hobbs pulled out two plastic-capped earpieces, and she pressed one into her left ear as she held out the other for Moore. Then she handed over a thin wireless throat mic, and wrapped one around her own neck, making sure the pads were nestled at the throat.
"I've made these with gel microphone pads so they'll pick up your voice better. You'll barely need to speak, whispering will do. And I've synced the earpieces up to the same encrypted frequency so we should be good to go without anyone eavesdropping."

When Jillian mentioned how to open the manhole cover, Hobbs lifted her leg. The curve of the cheetah blade was shaped enough like a crowbar for the trip back to the motorbike to be redundant. Oddly enough, she felt very pleased about that, probably because it was the first time her leg ever been truly useful.

Hobbs moved into the alley, quite gracefully to say she was somewhat unused to the leg she wore, and bent over the manhole. She stuck the tip of the leg blade into the side of the manhole, pried it up, and slid it away. A smug grin couldn't help but spread over her face as she thought, I bet you can't do that with your foot.
"Ta-da!" Hobbs said, pulling out the warm bag of sheep's blood. "When you're ready I'll pop the cap and pour this everywhere. That should get the monsters coming out to investigate."

[Jillian Moore]

Jillian took the earpiece and attached it the same way as Hobbs had done hers. Silently, she thanked her lucky stars that she was as observant as she was. If she wasn't, she'd be constantly making a fool of herself by having to ask how to use the technology that Hobbs simply gave to her. She put the mic against her throat, hoping it was on properly.

She was about to walk away. To go and get the crowbar. But, as she started to move, she saw Hobbs move. Lifting her glasses off of her face, she saw Hobbs properly. Hobbs had a curved prosthetic on. It was interesting. As Jillian watched her pull the manhole cover up, she realized that she had seen one like it before. A track and field runner had had a prosthetic just like it. He'd been able to move very similar to the natural way with it.

Jillian was impressed and she didn't try to hide it. As Hobbs told her the plan, she felt a brief prick of fear grip her. She looked up at what the other woman had in her hands. Blood. She didn't want to know. Chances were it wasn't human blood, so she wasn't too worried about it. But, where on earth had she gotten that much blood?

"But..." Jillian walked towards her and turned on the light, careful to look away from Hobbs so that she wasn't blinded by the strong light. "Y-you're going down there too, right? I mean... I don't suppose you have to." Jillain scowled and started down into the sewer, barely withholding the gag that came with the scent of the sewer. She'd not like being down there alone. "Might ruin your leg or something..." She muttered bitterly as she looked down into the sewer.

[Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung]

Hobbs looked over at Moore peering down into the tunnel. The blonde seemed wary of going down, especially the idea of going down on her own. Understandable, the place stank, not really of crap but that was certainly a component, and it was unsafe to split up in a way that meant getting to one another would be difficult.

"Yeah, course I'll be going down there too, I just need to pour this everywhere," Hobbs said, thumbing off the cap. "And you shouldn't have to wade through crap, usually there are maintenance platforms along the tunnel sides." Hobbs squeezed out the blood and poured it across the pavement, splashing it out into realistic splatters against the alleyway walls and being careful to avoid getting it on her. The blood was thick and almost brown-black when it began to congeal, with a nasty funky smell that Hobbs had never smelled before and hopefully would never have to again. Having splattered mostly one wall of the alleyway in what looked to be a vicious attack, Hobbs proceeded to take the trail back to the open sewers.

"Watch yourself," Hobbs warned as she poured out the rest of the blood into the sewers and dropped the empty blood bag in afterwards, careful not to get it over Moore either. There'd be no point using scent masking spray if they reeked of blood. Then, clicking on a UV torch, she held it between her teeth and began to climb down into the sewers. Her carbon fibre foot wasn't very practical on ladders, but Hobbs held on tight. At least it didn't clink on every other rung; there was a pad of rubber to help it grip underneath. She jumped the last few rungs and landed, thankfully, on a platform like a walkway that extended out along the tunnel walls. Hobbs took the flashlight out of her mouth, put on the thermal imaging glasses, and pulled out her gun, holding it at the ready.

"Now that I'm down here I really think infrared vision would've been a good idea. And breathing masks," Hobbs called up to Moore. "I should get on that."

[Jillian Moore]

Jillian knew that much about sewers. She knew a lot actually. She prided herself on knowing things. She stood on the side of the sewer, glad for the maintenance walkway. She could see what was waiting for her if she fell. Not only was it disgusting, but it was unhealthy. It was the Black Plague waiting to happen. She shuddered at the thought of falling into the sewer, and turned to look down it both ways.

She turned off the miner light on her head, to conserve the batteries. It took a lot of power to use such a strong light. Jillian gripped her Glock tightly and pulled down the glasses. So far, the only heat reading she got was from herself Hobbs, and that fucking shit water. She spat at the ground, forcing back yet another gag. This place was disgusting. It was one thing watching a movie or reading a book about a sewer, but once you got down into that shit, Jillian wasn't sure how people could handle it.

"Yeah, right. Hah, I just hope that we're not doing much work down here in the sewers. I don't know if I'll be able to handle much more," She said. Jillian coughed. If it got much worse, tonight would be her first time puking in years. "Ready to find the shit that lives in these damned tunnels?"

[Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung]

Moore turned off her miner's light that she wore quite practically around her head. The thermal glasses would show the darkness better and your eyes would adjust to the light eventually, but Hobbs wasn't taking that same chance. She had silver tipped bullets in her gun and now she clipped the UV flashlight below the barrel of the Glock so that her primary attack against the immortals pointed in the same direction. She illuminated that which she was ready to shoot.

She pointed her handgun up and down the tunnel, shining the blueish-purple light along the walls and filthy waters.

"I reckon we should split up, but not too far." GPS tracking dots would have been a good idea, too. She should have thought of that before, really. "That way we'll be able to cover more ground and test out the earpieces. Are you alright with going on your own?" She tapped her welly on the ground, testing the noise, but the rubber was soft and the footstep was almost silent. She tried again with the leg blade, and got the same result. Excellent. She wouldn't be heard coming a mile off.

"If all goes well, we shouldn't need to look for them. That blood smells bad enough that it should draw the monsters in. Moth to a flame. Another reason not to go too far." She peered at Moore over the top of her glasses. "Though apparently these sewers are crawling with Lycans. I'd like to find out why."

[Jillian Moore]

Hobbs suggested staying close. For all of Jillian's talk and preparation, she didn't want to stray from the other woman far anyway. If it came down to it, they'd have to get together to survive, no doubt. There was nothing else to be done about it then. They'd separate, but stay fairly close to the entrance. It'd be fairly easy to stay close. She wouldn't want to stray to far anyway.

Jillian nodded and walked down the way a bit. She crouched on the ground and looked up and down the pipe of the sewer. It was an interesting construct. It was concrete all around, or so she assumed. Hobbs had mentioned how there was a strange amount of Lycans in this area. She couldn't understand why they'd choose here of all places. They were said to have stronger senses. Surely the stench of the sewer was enough to knock their socks off.

((Forgive the small post, Hobbs. Perhaps we should cut this one off early, seeing as there seems to be a new rule against hunting for fun...))