A rich engagement

Lance are you listening.", Whispers impatient voice came through the blue tooth earpiece.

I was busy strapping the heavy armor on, "Yes I am listening, she sounds nice.", I was annoyed, "We came here to do the job not talk about my love life.", I tightened the straps on the vest. It fits snugly on my toned form.

Whisper frequently tried to set me up, usually just before I went into battle. I was of the mind she should know better because she used to do the job.

"Don't you wish you had someone to come home to?", she had taken a motherly tone, "I don't want you to look back and regret how things turned out."

I slid the chrome Desert Eagle fifty calibers into the shoulder holsters, "The only thing I regret is letting Vasher take the job. We wouldn't be here if he had finished.", it was the truth, "How did he become an Arcane Seeker anyway?"

I could hear Whisper rolling her eyes, "The same thing that happened to you. Magic returned, a bunch of people died because they couldn't control

the powers they gained. The government trained the orphans to fight magical threats..."

I grabbed the custom made armored gloves, "I should have asked, how Vasher still has a job.", honestly, some threats cannot be left alone. "Speaking of which, what are we chasing here?"

Whisper clicked on the keys in the background, "The report says six women dead, all of them raped, all witnesses report seeing a beast-like humanoid fleeing the scene."

The information was somewhat helpful, "What do we have in the magical entity database?". The first rule of being an arcane seeker is to know what you are chasing or at least have a good idea.

Once more the clicking of keys could be heard in the background, "We have ourselves a tikbalang, you know the half horse, half man.", Whispers tone was somewhat angry.

In mythology, werehorses or tikbalang, are primarily tricksters. They enjoy confusing people and leading them astray in the woods. Most are fine as long as announce your presence in their