(Short chapter sowwy xD)

In a dimly lit room; a group of 17 members sat at a rounded table dressed in long black robes. The group was in the middle of a meeting regarding their latest capture; a half-human and a half-vampire.

A Dhampir. The first in 50 years; and it poses a potential problem or advantage.

This is what the legion of Beef Team Six has gathered to discuss; with the exception of one member who hasn't managed to arrive.

"So...The first hybrid in half a century, this is an issue." One of the members spoke as they looked up "I would have assumed both the hybrid and its mother would have been taken care of!" One of the other members sheepishly glanced away "um...I assumed the hybrid wouldn't have survived when I dumped it..."

"Well, now we have a big fucking issue! Hybrids have the advantage over most vampires! All the powers and none of the weaknesses! There isn't any discussion about it; the hybrid must be killed!!" Another slammed his fist on the table causing it to shake softly from the force. "Hey Hey Hey now now hang on hang on, we could spin this to our advantage! Because of a Dhampir's heightened senses and ability, we could train it to do our job for us!"

"But it's an abomination!! If it falls out of line it could kill us all!"

One rolled their eyes "Oh shut it Stacey, it's a baby for christ's sake! It has to do what we say if it believes we are its parents! And if things go south, we could kill it anyhow!" Another shook their head "No that won't work! The older it gets the stronger it becomes! We can't risk any fucking chances!!"

"Why are we even discussing this!? We could just clone the hybrid and have an army of them! There, the BEST solution, I'll go get my blueprints."

The group started to get into a heated argument over the subject; whether or not the hybrid should live or die as one final person appeared before the table, in a bright white robe. "SILENCE!" They spoke as they slammed their fists on the table. The room grew silent and looked at the white-robed person.

"It is clear that the council is at an impasse and mindless squabbling will get us nowhere. The parchment clearly states if a hybrid is found and the council is at a standstill on the decision to use or end the hybrids life; is in order." They reached into their coat and pulled out a standard alarm clock.

"The council has three days to make a decision. If no decision is achieved; the hybrid automatically dies, by execution to the ArchAngel. Does the council understand and agree?"

The entire council reluctantly agreed with the white-robed leader as they set the clock; setting it down on the table as a TV behind them lit up.

It showed a hyper-sleep pod, inside it held Nadwe who was suspended in a deep sleep as the clock started counting down.