A Dark Room

Victor's trigger happy ex-partner enters a room, there is one person inside, his face is shrouded in mystery and indistinguishable.

"Sir why did you take me off his team," The man complained. "I was only doing what needs to be done to all of them including Victor."

"I know," The other answered. "But the more he can disarm the better, they will focus their anger and hatred on one another and perhaps will kill some of each other off."

"You know as much as I do that we only have a few years before their powers reach maturity," The man continued. "There are too many to do it his way."

"Patience," Came the reply. "I've been searching the ancient texts for help, they do not give me any idea how they are being so organized. Every time that they were wiped out and their were none to teach the rising generation we took them off guard and slaughtered them by the hundreds. This time less than two hundred exist and we've only disabled a half dozen."

"Perhaps we missed one all these years."

"No," The shadowy figure shook his head. "The armored one must be the child of the woman we held in captivity for centuries. She must have designed him with the knowledge he'd need to survive. We must take his powers and bind him before all is lost."

"It shall be done my lord."

The man left to get the word out, top priority was the armored one.