Fenrir's Fangs

James frowned slightly, he had accidently splashed some blood onto his trenchcoat, calmly, James inserted the black machete back into it's sheath, it made a slurping sound from the wet blood still covering it, he would have to clean it later, he withdrew a mouldy packet of ciggarettes from his pocket and light one up.

James was standing in the middle of six dead Fairview guards, each sporting the standard green armor Neil issued them, they had all died before a single shot was fired, all of them carried backpacks full of munitions and explosives, James had already piled them up and set C4 on a timer underneath, none of it would survive.

His bored eyes swept across the gruesome scene once more as he took a satisfying puff from the ciggarette, it was only then he noticed that the Captain of the group of Fairview Guards was clutching a piece of paper in a death grip, James strolled closer and pried it loose.

As he read the paper, he frowned again, throwing away the half smoked ciggarette, he moved off swiftly back into the shadows, he needed to get back to the den quickly, after several blocks, a large explosion erupted, signaling the completion of James's mission.