Wetwork

[KillerMuffin]

OOC:

Characters

Both sides open, human and non-human. Modern day stylized creatures. Wizards, were, vamps, and demons vs. a small group of Catholic Church sanctioned and government funded military humans, angels, and any odd civilian that might think to happen in on the line of fire. Wizards are fully human. Were killed by silver bullets. Vamps with stakes or sunlight. Demons can't be killed by humans. Angels can't be killed, but they can't kill or wound either. Demons are the most powerful followed by the vamps.

Bad Guys

The Night Critters are after a small vial of blood that the Church has been safekeeping. One of the Romans speared Jesus in the side and collected the blood for some odd reason. Legend has it that a drop of Christblood will give vampires the ability to go out in sunlight and to withstand staking. Demons want it for their boss (who will not make an appearance) Lucifer. The rest are after for legendary powers.

Good Guys

They want to stop the bad guys. Like the bad guys, they don't all get along with each other, either.

Plot

An Angel named Gideon knows where the vial of blood is. So does an Archbishop in the New York Diocese. No one else does. The bad guys just picked up word that Archbishop knows, but the man never leaves the cathedral. He must be lured out. Bad guys need to come up with a plan.

The good guys didn't know about this whole legend business, they've just been in the business of exterminating bad guys. Gideon has just dropped in on the Team's leader and let him in on that little detail. The team is in Chicago and they aren't all together.

Bad guys must get to the Archbishop -- it's not going to be easy.
Bad guys must then get to the Christblood -- that's going to be harder because all of this is on holy ground.

Good guys must catch up without killing each other.
There is a traitor in their midst.

Whattya think?

 

[cats]

Celst

I'm not shure if this carecter is aloud or not but I'll try any how.

Name: Celst
Race: Fallen Demon
Weight: 110
height: 6'
eyes: Blue
Hair: Black
build: Atractive
Type: Good

Bio: Celst was created for one thing, temptation. As a demon she had the job of luring good litle boys twards damnation. Not the preteist job. Okay as far as demon go it is a prety job. She fell in love with a young preist. She reveilled what she was to him and repented. Satan didn't like this. He sent a group of demon to retirve her for punishment. The priest managed to hold off the demons while she escaped. She is neither happy or sad of the preists fate. He is in heaven the trouble is she never will be.

She now seeks to protect this vile of blood. Not for vengece or because it is the right thing to do, but because she knows if her master gets the vile she'll never be safe and that is the only thing that keeps her from hideing. So she watches the church from a safe distance.

As a demon of this design she can make her self wear almost anything at will. She has black wings. Not bat wings but wings similar to those an angel is said to have. She is becomeing more and more pure. She can walk on holy ground but doing so makes her act like a mortal. And trust me a 110 pound girl is a very atractive target. Though she is a demon her strength and duribilty are limited as demons go. She never was ment to fight.

OOC: If you have any complants let me know and will adjust her.

 

[Guest]

Interesting

This sounds interesting.......just now sure what kind of character I should play.....I believe I'd have to be a *good guy/WOMAN* but other than that.....

Characters I am accustomed to playing are paladins, clerics, etc...(even elves)

D&D style, of course.....

But I can adapt.....

Moon

(Plus, I'd really like to RP with you, Muffie..... )

 

[Gragon]

im in ?

well everyone is a good guy so far and i want to be a good guy but i wouldnt mind being a bad guy i just thought of a solution

Gabe ?
28
196 lbs
6'4
dark brown hair
brown eyes

Gabe was a really bad man at one point but after going on a crime spree for 6 months months with his 2 brothers. Gabe killed 37 people 22 of which were cops he and his brothers got caught up with a band of a few hundred vampires at a bar deep in the heart of mexico. Of the 98 people in the bar during the attack 2 walked out alive, Gabe and a girl named Tara he had never met, no vampires came out. Since then he has devoted his life to killing vamps. It was during this time he found out about were-creatures and decided to hunt those as well however this proved a bad idea as he was bit by a were-wolf and now is infected with it as well he continues on however and trys his best to lock himself up and keep it a secret.

 

[KillerMuffin]

Still waiting to pick up some more players, if possible. Any more takers?

 

[Kelson]

The First Badguy

OOC) Well, I love playing good guys, but we'll see how I do with a badguy. Let's make him a vampire (I figure he has the best reason to try to get the vial) and moderately charming, a bit more then the common vampire (though somewhere I got the impression they can change at will...anyone know?). Hmm...we'll make him live down about 4 blocks from the cathedral in the cellar of a government-funded housing project. He wasn't invited and isn't known about, but is fairly sure that he would be kicked out if found. He has been reading books from the local library (he has 'set' a window in a back office such that he can pop it open whenever he wants to at night and their security system consists of a sleeping watchman) and found out about this rather odd relic. After speaking to several of the more...knowledgeable... ancient vampires (for a pretty penny indeed) he was told that the vial was last heard of from the nearby cathedral approximately 70 years ago. By stealing from the ones he kills, he has about $5400 sitting about and hopes to accumulate a good deal more... perhaps he will soon be able to go find a legal house some day.

As vampires go Kelson is rather young, having only come into existance approximately a century ago (you pick the method, not really wanting a master but also not sure of how to avoid it). He has a pretty intricate set of mortal connections from before he became a vampire (worked at a small law firm) and is aware of most of the more powerful and/or knowledgeable vampires about; he frequents their homes to inquisition them for facts or favors such as about this vial of Jesus' blood.

IC) Kelson looked over the torn-out sheaf of paper once again... where would the Church hide this? The had, according to his sources, moved it around quite a bit during the time the vampires had any idea of its movements...but that was nearly a century ago...who in the Church would have any idea of its current position...surely not anyone in the cathedral, after all, it had been at least one human generation since last the thing was even heard about.

Sighing again in frustration, Kelson laid back on his falling-apart mattress, looking about his normally neat clean that temporarily looked like a tornado had hit it. If he could find this vial...that would mean freedom. Freedom from this curse that had taken hold of his life. A chance to go back to law...to return to his life...to really live again...even if he was technically undead.

The last thought came with a smirk, oh what a long time it had been in this state...this un-dead...not dead...not alive...always hungry...always cold...never loving...never affected anymore. Yet...this vial was starting to interest him; and it had been so long since last he was interested. Outside, the first rays of sunshine began filtering through the government-funded home's holey walls. These people were so harsh on their property...

With that lost though Kelson slipped into his makeshift coffin and closed eyes that needed no closing...and laid rest to a mind that would never rest.

 

[cats]

Celst

Siting ontop of a building, bored. "Damn it why the hell is it I'm doing this." I then brush threw my hair. I knew why I was watching this church. If satan got that blood. I would never be able to hide.

"I wish I could just go inthere find were it is and give it to some vamps." I was really pissed off not thinking strait. I could get it but even being mortal for only a few minutes was to great. Beside if I did give it to some vamps. Satan would probaly kill them and take the blood before they drank it. That was my only fear in doing so. The vamps wouldn't tuch her even if they were unbeatable. Deamon blood is bitter and can't be used to replenish there lost supply of power.

Oh its so tempting to go in there and suduce the priest into telling me were the blood is, but then I would be mortal while I was on the ground. I looked up to the sky. "God you are one huge asshole. You hear me." That S.O.B. not letting me enter his house with out becomeing mortal.

OOC: Don't confuse me with my carecter I have no probelm with god in any way.

 

[poohlive]

During Satan's first rise, one thousand years ago, many new demons were created. Some strong than others. Of course, that was until the ultimate creature was made.
His name, Golem.
A huge heavy set monster. Bronzed body, very muscular, thick hairs coursing out. Eyes as dark as a stormy night, which could pierce any man's soul. It was nearly as tall as two men, and could take on four in a fight, easily.
There was only one problem with this beast, it had no soul. It is simply a machine, except that it has human parts.
All it was ever programmed to do was take orders. Lucifer, or another minion, would call upon it to destroy cities, or kill armies. It did so easily, without conviction or malice. It has no soul, which means no sense of right or wrong.
In that sense, it is not evil.
Satan made him this way, because he could go onto holy ground easier.
When Lucifer's armies were drove back, Golem stayed. Since no one ever told him to go back to hell, he just stayed on earth. The church took him, and kept him, knowing one day something might happen, and this powerful creature could be used for good and not evil.
Not many people know of this secret weapon, in fact, only the highest are even allowed to know about him.
To keep Satan from ever getting his clutches on him again, the church has moved him around from the years. Different churches, different countries. Anything and everything to keep evil away.
He doesn't need food, water, or sleep. And, since no one has given him any real orders, he hasn't done anything.
That'll all change soon enough.

 

[Firesprite]

Kael

Kael is an altar boy. He is 14 and innocent. He hopes one day to live up to his name, it means Mighty Warrior - but at the moment he is very obedient and devout.
Kael's protection is his innocence and his purity. He has the knack of saying the right thing at the right time to the right person. Kael believes with all his heart that God will protect him - and he's right. Even if he cant see them, God's angels are with him wherever he goes.


Kael was alone in the cathedral. The last parishioner had left the confessional and the Priest had gone to the bathroom. Kael concentrated on the swish swish of his broom across the marble floor, determined to do a good job.

With a huge crash from outside Kael jumped and dropped his broom. A car crash? something falling from a roof? what was it?
Standing on his tiptoes Kael peered out the stained glass window, the world washed in reds and blues.

 

[jyd]

How about this so im a demon but the worst kind of demons the kind you hate to hate. with no name i grew up surving the evilest LUCIFER him self well as i aged to a ripe age of 1650 demonic years old i took up studding i the arts of every thing bad, mean, and scary, i could possibly. got pretty powerfull and made it to #3 in charg down there. well you know how the story goes one minute your drinking the next your screwing LUCIFERS mistress well to make a long story short i got a paid vacation to earth so i could try to piss more people off in heaven than in HELL.so LUCIFER gave me a speacial cell phone to get a hold of me and a bag full of goodies.


so now i got this call and here i am in the streets of ney work trying to find this golm to helpl me find this vile of blood.what am i going to do "oh i need a drink" "oh whats this i see?"
on the building to my right
"shall i go up and see who it is" ok
up i go
"hello my dear!!!"
"May i Join you my dear?"

name: Larsen
attitude: arrogent
discrip: a black cloak and cane the rest appears as your inner-self thinks i should look like
(this works on everyboddy but angles)many miystical powers but one unbreakable cures put on by a good wizard means i cannot kill bukt only lead people into the path of death.

Allianc: E>V>I>L<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

 

[PmTick]

I'm probably gonna make a good character as well but here is my first character. KM tell me if this is alright:

Name: Richard Haus
Operative handle: Kevlar
Age: 81 but looks 30
Hair: Short cropped black hair, goatee
Eyes: Blue
Build: Muscular

Background: Haus' story begins in Germany during WWII. He was a Nazi officer working in Hitler's paranormal division. His job was to secure such sacred artifacts as the shroud of tourin, the spear of destiny, and various other religious artifacts.

While taking part in an experiment to summon demons to aide the Nazi cause, a demon appeared, wiping out his entire unit except for him. Haus pleaded for his life, the demon agreed to let Haus live and even grant him the lifespan of a demon, keeping him young and strong. In return, Haus was to secretly carry out various tasks asked of him. Haus agreed, becoming a private operative for the dark side.

Sometime in the 70's Haus entered the United States and enrolled in the U.S. army under the name Karl Ross, becoming a highly decorated officer in Vietnam. Ten years later, he left the military and worked with the CIA as Greg Kraus until 1994, when he became a contract killer using various names.

Haus currently resides in the Everglades, awaiting instructions and plotting out possible targets.

 

[cats]

Celst

"Why hello my dear." Some one said from behind.

"Holy shit. Oh its you. I was afraid Satan actuly sent someone who can kill." Now feeling cocky. "That must be really anoying. All that power and not being able to use it."

I then thought to myself. Being around one of satans minoins weather he can kill or not isn't safe. I may not be the strongest deamon but in my line of work you learn to be clever and careful, maybe even paranoid.

"You know. Even with all your power, you still have flaws. Your magic is strong but we both know I'm much faster. And you still can't touch holy ground at all." I then sumoned my wings. They sprouted out of my bare shoulders, like a black lotus. "Bye." I then flew off into the distance to safety.

He wouldn't bother me to much. He was looking for the crist blood. Still I had to come up with a way to keep him from geting it. I sat there planing, next to a stone gargolye.

 

[Firesprite]

Kael

Looking out the window, the buildings opposite stained a violent red, a shudder of premonition went through Kael. Seeing nothing in the street to account for such a crash Kael furrowed his brow in concentration.

Thinking logically, he decided that the crash must have been something out of sight. Jumping down, he moved to the next window, then the next, searching for the source of the noise.

Not finding anything, Kael went to the inner door to the Priests appartment. Knocking on it Kael called "Father?.. Father?" Hearing no response, Kael decided to go out and investigate the noise from outside.

His steps echoing eerily in the vaulting cathedral, Kael made his way to the large ornate doors.

 

[KillerMuffin]

OOC: Wonderful so far!

IC: Gideon stepped through the darkened doorway and pulled the brim of his fedora lower. Everyone associated angels with churches, but most of them moved around in the gutter.

The bar was as gutter as they get. It had naked women splashed all over the walls, blood on the floor, and the toilets were populated by diseased germs. The only thing going for it was that no one talked here. Private things were handled and it was a good meeting place for mercs. Or for people pretending to be mercs. There was something about it that kept the vampires away. Which was always nice.

Gideon's eyes stabbed through the gloom, looking for anything that wasn't what it appeared to be. A minor daemon in the darkest corner lifted a glass of rotgut in a mocking toast. Beyond those that fed off the death that clung to the average merc, there was nothing interesting.

He crossed slowly to another table, this one held two shadowy men. They looked for hire, but they weren't. He took the seat across from them. One of them sneered at him, the other lifted his eyes steadily. The Team never had any use for angels, it seemed. He supposed it was due to the fact that angels never helped them like they wanted to be helped.

"What brings you down here? Slumming?" the Colonel asked. He tossed back his scotch, neat, and put his eyes on the rest of the bar.

"No. Something worse."

The Colonel metaphorically pricked his ears and fingered his glass. Gideon waited.

"Have you heard of Christblood?"

"Nope." The Colonel tensed. Gideon never brought good news.

"It's a vial of living blood that was taken from the Christ by a Roman Soldier on the Mount as he died. With the Christ's Ressurection came the ressurection of the Christblood."

"So?"

"It still exists. The Minions want it. They must not get it."

"I don't work blind, angel."

"Go to Archbishop Halloran in New York. He knows where it lies. He will tell you everything." Gideon stood.

"You talk, angel, or we ain't moving."

"Vampires that walk in the day. Demons that can stand on holy ground. Were that lick silver. Go to the Archbiship."

The Colonel opened his mouth to speak, but Gideon was gone. Damned angels. They weren't good for anything but gloom and doom.

"Colonel?"

"Call the Team. We've got business."

 

[PmTick]

Haus had been waiting for the rabbi in the abandonded building all afternoon. He glanced at the bank sign across the street from the synagouge, "84 degrees, I'm gonna kill him twice for this." He wiped the sweat from his brow with a washcloth he usually used to clean the site on his sniper rifle. As he peered through the site again, it seemed the room got a warmer for a second. The smell of brimstone then filled the air, that can only mean one thing, Nadic was here.

Haus met Nadic about 50 years ago, having struck a deal with him, extending his own life. Nadic visited Haus often just to tease him a bit. "Well Richard what are we up to here? Planning to kill another innocent rabbi?" "Just another infidel." "I'll be sure to tell Adolf when I see him, you've made him a happy man." "What is your business Nadic? Can't you wait until after I'm finished to harass me?" "I've not come here for pleasure, I've got an assignment for you." "Really? You haven't given me an assignment since the Gulf War."

Haus put down the sniper rifle, turning his full attention to the demon. "What is it?" "When you return home, you'll find a file on your kitchen table. It will explain everything to you, I've also enclosed a passport, an airline ticket, and an atm card." "Where am I going?" "Europe, that's all I can share with you right now." Haus sighed in frustration, "I tire of these visits Nadic." The demon grinned as he saw the hate in his servant's eyes. "Maybe you should of thought about that before you begged me not to kill you so many years ago. You couldn't die with dignity like the other Nazis who today watch you from hell and laugh at their weak comrade." "Achtung! I am not weak!" Nadic laughed as he pointed to the window, "Your missing your target."

Haus paniced as he lifted the rifle again and took careful aim at the rabbi's head. While he zoomed in on the holy man the demon's laughter echoed throught the room. He fired and smiled as the man hit the ground. The demon disappeared in a burst of flames as Haus put the rifle in his duffle bag and ran down the stairs, away from the building, and into the swamp from which he came.

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: This looks an exquisite thread. Mind if I join? Don't worry, my ego has abated and my character shallnot be nearly as powerful as usual. Is Lucifer male or female? Some members play Lucifer as a female sometimes.

Character:
Name: Wrathlance
Alignment: Demonic
Rank: 2nd in command. Hell's best warrior
Appearance: Form #1: Angel with dark wings. Handsome.
Form #2: 25 ft tall, horribly ugly, orange, extremely muscled demon. Instead of wings, black tentacles of energy grow from his back.
Weapons: A broad sword sheathed in black fire and a lance(looks more like a glaive)
Armor: Breastplate and Roman full helm. Wears iron kilt around legs and plate metal boots.
Attitude: Easy to anger. Position makes him cocky.
Main Weakness: His demonic rank makes him extremely susceptible to the powers of holy ground(not weapons, ground)

IC: An oval of fire appeared in the middle of the Big Apple. Wrathlance, the Tarasque Lord stepped into a city street and the portal slammed shut with a whoosh. A small crowd gathered around him in wonder. A teenager spoke, "It ain't Halloween, bitch!" Wrathlance turned to look at him, growled once, then scythed out with his left hand. He drew bloody claws back and cleaned them off. The teen's head fell to the ground. The crowd let out an immediate scream, then turned and ran. Wrathlance turned to his Dark Angel form, and with some pain, drew his wings inside himself. He staled off, and in a few minutes, found what he was looking for. He stepped into the brothel. Succubuses surrounded him. "Come in, sir, and we shall pleasure you. For a small fee of course", they whispered. He flung them away. "Silence. Do you not know your High General? Bring me the Tarasque residing here!" he ordered loudly. The Succubuses looked at each other. "My lord, uh, the Tarasque here, was, uh, killed." "What??!! By who? Never mind! I'll deal with them later! For now, bring me the leader here!" he roared out. He was especially testy when those of his chosen order died. Actually, he grew enraged when it happened. An Incubus was brought before him. "My Lord", he said, sliding smoothly to his knee. "Our Ruler has sent me here to retrieve the vial of Christblood. Where is it?" he demanded. "My lord, we have not managed to take it yet. Our attempts are constantly repulsed", said the Incubus. "I presumed it. Very well, I am ordered to stay here until we have recovered the Christblood. Now, tell me. Who killed the residing Tarasque?"
asked Wrathlance in a toothy smile. The Incubus flinched. It was said that when a Tarsque smiled, many died. "Uhm, lord, he was killed when he wandered in on holy grund. They butchered him there." "Who? Who killed him? I must have names!" roared Wrathlance. "My lord, it was a group of vampires. I don't know what they call themselves. All I know is that they got him", sobbed the demon. Wrathlance turned away moodily. "Hmmm. Vampires, eh? This will need to be inspected", he growled to himself. Then, he stalked off to bed.

 

[Khadgar]

Viet

Name: Viet
Class: Shadow Creature
Age: unknown
Alignment: Unaligned
Sex: Male
Desc: he can be seen as a normal creaturte, but most of the time remains a shadow, into which he can dissapear and reappear, rising out of nothing. He is not one of Lucifers Creatures, and is not one of Gods creatures. he is something of a different class. he doesn't know really why he gets himself into things, wether it be for fun, to stirr up a mess, or when he has a random unexpected urge to help someone. he is not strong like a demon, but his strength can't really be told, how strong is a shadow? he also does not have magics like angels, he has his own type of "shadow" magic.

sound good KM?

 

[PmTick]

OOC: Hi Morgoth, haven't seen you in awhile. Wrathlance is the same guy from the Heaven and Hell thread a few months back right? Hey Khadagar. Thought this thing was dead for a few minutes.

Haus boarded the airplane and examined the documents he had recieved a few hours ago, a third time. He smiled, he couldn't believe they were giving him such a big assignment, it would take a few weeks to properly prepare and scout out the area but he could pull it off.

He swallowed down his rum and coke, feeling the alchol burn a path down his belly as he watched the ocean glimmer from his window. They would be in Spain in a matter of hours, he would meet his contact at the airport.

 

[Firesprite]

Kael

With an ominous creak, Kael opened the Cathedral doors and stepped outside. Standing framed in the doorway, Kael looked around, wondering what exactly he was looking for.

A sudden gust of wind picked up, flapping his clothes around his body.

A loud DONG!! sounded, making Kael jump. With a nervous laugh, stifled behind his hand, Kael realized the wind had moved one of the bells in the tower.

 

[cats]

Celst

OOC: Hey morgoth. From what I read you are good at wrighting. I'm actuly impressed with your writing. But your carecter needs work. I have a small sujestionm its called weakness. If you look at the third strongest he is extreamly strong but can't kill. Thats a major weakness. If you read what you wrote as your weakness, you put holy ground. If you didn't know that is a weakness for all deamons. Over all I call your carecter boreing, but atleast you roleplay good.

IC: I turn around looking over my shoulder in the driction of the park. I hope to myself that that energy isn't satan comeing here. I look down from my high post by the gargolye. I see a young boy looking for something just out of his monestary. I decied to move to the ground across the street. Its best not to be cought on high ledge. I remember the beatings I used to recive when my highers found out I was spoted acting unhuman in public.

I my no longer serve hell, but it was best to keep people off my tail.

 

[KillerMuffin]

OOC: *smiles in satisfaction* I see a group of people about to have some hellacious fun.

My character is Gideon, the angel who drives people nuts guy. I'll pick up other characters to move the thing along, but not as a permanent thing. Feel free to play more than one character, of course, just make sure it's clear which character you're involved with.

Lucifer and God are sexless and are not up for play. Too much power.

IC: Colonel Just Williams curled his lip and looked around. The dark streets were broken by irregular pools of sodium orange streetlight. His team was still manuevering around, no position being readily taken. He could feel the damned around him. That's the thing about killing the damned, that Ass would just send them back.

He wrapped stepped onto the consecrated pavement surrounding the cathedral and fought against the familiar impulse to relax. Holy ground could still be breached by humans who chose to damn themselves.

"I'm at the cathedral. Going in. Stay frosty."

"Roger." Echoed five times through the earpiece.

"What do you see, Sky?"

"The usual, Colonel."

"Roger." He grunted and stepped into the shadows of the doorway. A sliver of a boy looked up at him with huge, frightened eyes. "You belong here, boy?"

 

[Khadgar]

Viet

Viet appeared out from behind a lamp post, whe he left the thin slip of a shadow he appeared just a man, under dark clothing. but as he crossed the street and went around the corner of the curchgrounds to watch these strange men, he re-entered the shadows, instantly becoming untangable. not there. he watched there strange men come up to the doors and enter curiously.

 

[cats]

Celst

OOC: Spelling I don't know the meaning of the word.

IC: I landed across the street and retracted my wings. To think I used to be one of satans favorit servents, now I'm reduced to hideing. Well It dose sound better then an enternity of sufering.

I turned again to the boy. Next to him was a camo claocked man with a SMG. I guess satan would use a human to cross on holy ground. Poor kid I guess he'll get killed. No loss he wasn't even cute.

I'll take the info from them when they leave. Humans are no match for deamons never have never will. Thinking to myself "Thats an alter boy. Looks like he'll go to heaven. Lucky bastard." Even when I did work for Satan if I died he would punish me before I returned to the surface.

 

[Firesprite]

Kael

A feeling of Dread came over Kael as he saw the man approach the door.

"You belong here, boy?" He said.

Nodding mutely in reply, Kael suddenly didn't want to go outside. He wanted to stay in, safe.

"I.. I.. I have to.. umm.. I'm just closing up.. The preist, Father Elliot has retired for the day.. " he stammered. "If you come back tomorrow, Father Elliot will hear your confession then.."

Kael positioned himself behind the door, ready to push it closed.

 

[PmTick]

Haus sat in back of an old beat up mini-van, looking out at the Spanish countryside. The two men who picked him up at the airport identified themselves as members of the Cahari, a satan worshiping cult that operates throught the world. They saw Haus as a blessed warrior and were willing to do anything to help his mission.

They pulled up to their headquarters, an office building in the middle of town. As they loaded his suitcases, a federal express package came. "I've got a package for Senor Bikkis?" Haus approached the delivery man, "I am Bikkis." "I'll need to see some ID sir." Haus reached into his pocket and pulled out the ID that Nadic had left for him. "Alirght sir have a good day." Haus took the package and brought it iniside the office building, following the two Cahari to his room.