Threats and Promises.

The room was dark except for the multiple monitors Ben had lit up. His fingers flicked over the two keyboards furiously as he hacked into every data base he could. Numbers and symbols and error messages were flashing across all the screens fast enough to give someone a seizure. None of them flinched. Jack stood at the back of the room in the corner, still as a statue. Watching. Waiting. Thinking. Jack was a hunter without a target. Thankfully he was also the most patient of the whole group, which in a way, made him all the more terrifying. Tim and Brian stood on either side of Ben's chair. Fidgeting, twitching, growling in anticipation. Jeff was pacing the room like a raging caged animal. Occasionally stabbing the wall with his knife. Grunting, cursing, entirely restless. Toby stood stock still in the center of the room, arms crossed over his chest. Bored of watching the screens flicker, he glances to Jeff, and scoffing at his impatience. Immortal or not, Jeff was the one who would make trouble for all of them if he was let loose. Toby risked a glance at Jack, finding their top hunter exactly where he'd been an hour ago, in the exact same position. A smirk tugged at Toby's lips. He expected no less of Jack. Patient, vigilant, a true predator. "Got 'em!" Ben finally exclaimed as an actual result popped up on the center monitor. It was an address. Finally, they had a lead. Tim and Brian cracked their knuckles and their necks, almost in tandem. Jeff's maniacal laughter filled the room. The only movement Jack made was to look up slightly, a clear sign that he was paying attention. "I can't wait to get my hands on this bitch!" Jeff roared, stabbing his knife into the wall again. "We have to make sure all evidence is disposed of." Toby reminded Jeff, though he wouldn't mind sinking his hatchets into the culprit either. We have an address. A target. A lead. Fucking, finally! Toby thought, grinning. A myriad of beautifully grotesque images flooded his mind at what he would do to the sender. Of what they would all do to the sender. Would they take their time? Would they butcher them? Would they make a show out of it? First, they had to locate all evidence the sender had. Ensure that their existence couldn't be discovered. Then, they could kill the sender. And Toby couldn't fucking wait. "Jeff. Toby. With me." Jack spoke, low and monotone. The group technically had no designated leader, but if anyone was going to be listened to, it was Jack. Tim and Brian stayed behind, no doubt eagerly preparing a room for torture. Jack headed out the front door first with speed that bellied his size. Jeff was second out the door in an all out sprint for the car, cackling the whole way. And Toby... He stood in the doorway, looking into the setting sun. They'd kidnap this email sender, out and end to the threats, and make them pay. Adrenaline began to course through his veins, a wicked smile gracing his chapped lips. He couldn't fucking wait to meet them.