Politicians

John Casey and his team walked away, scurrying off into a large suv courtesy of the venu corporation, they got in and begun their talks, they're armour still intact but slightly dusty their weapons alike, John Casey reached into the confines of his pocket to pull out a large purple crystal, the one that was awarded upon the killing of the boss monster, it was deeply imbibed in the creatures body, however they were ridiculously strong thus sustaining minimal damage.

John Casey mouth fell agape, the car began its travels and left the site, he stared longingly at where the gate once stood before turning back, his lips once again engraved a smile upon his face.

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The site remained around for several hours, the members of the military all packed up and left, the gate that once sat in the centre of the makeshift garden of futility now gone.

A case file was complied and sent to the higher ups, the ones that they fell directly under, the ones that fell under the guise of the hunters association of America, although they were military they were siphoned off into another sector of work, their job was to monitor the gates activity and assists hunters needs and demands.