Fenrir's Fangs

"Hey Ja- bye James...." Sabrina nodded to Vlad before heading to the armory. She said to the soldier currently stationed there, "I need one bullet for an MSG-9."

"One bullet? Why do you only need one bullet?"

"I completed my last mission only firing one bullet. I only need to replace, one bullet."

She slid that bullet into the magazine of her rifle, screwed the silencers on her MSG-9, MP5, and USP .45 before heading back to her room. It was decorated with various Black Dragon memorabilia from the old days, as well as her guitar and necessary supplies such as food, clothes, and other necessities and useful items. The walls still had posters on them put up by her grandfather; this room once belonged to him, his uniform still hanging in the closet. She strapped a sheath to her belt, a sheath that held Mel's kukri. It had been reforged in the DUSK fashion, but still held the engraving of a dragon on one side of the blade; the other side now had DUSK etched in flowing letters.


Now ready, she waited for the others in the lobby on the ground floor.