Message #17439

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   Carter bursts into the room, lugging all of his gear behind him. He always hated ordering around lower members like pack mules... Who knows, one day they could be equals. His face is grim, stark pale, and full of urgency.

   "James, Flynn... you've got to **** see this..." Draping his loot over a table, he lays out a large parchment in front of his superiors. "I found this within the bloody letter I found... this is bad.... real **** serious ****." He sighs deeply, apparently stressed out. "That, was just the beginning. That little 'distraction' of theirs has bought them enough time, for this...." He points to a diagram... "These documents... are war plans, supply lists, the whole shebang.

   He slams his fist down into the table, half-drunk glasses spill out onto the floor boards. "The time on this document says 3 days from now...  We must prepare for anything." Gasps of fear... and of excitement... circulate throughout the tight cluster of Fangs. Shotguns cocking, and machine guns being loaded all around him. "We need to set up defensive lines, and fortify the main gate. Our best bet, is to culminate in the windows, and just fire.

   As Jack calmly polishes glasses, Carter stands up on top of the counter. "We are the Fenrir's Fangs! We have survived against insurmountable odds... we MUST survive this. Ascending Dawn shall feel our fury! FOR THE FANGS!" *Cheers, whooping* Cocking his rifle, he steps down.. affirmed.