The Wolf's Den

[Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!]

James listens to Viktor in silence "Could be..." he says simply, he is still troubled, he cant help but think back to the document he read before We must find it... but find what was the question "Viktor...something does not sit right...continue the interrigation, they may be lying to try and save their asses" James takes another sip of Whiskey, he had had enough now to make any normal man collapse, "It just does not seem right...I have to be missing something here..." the last part sounded more like he was talking to himself rather than Viktor.

[CrazyHobo]

Just before Viktor decides to back into the basement, Lincoln walks in the Bar.
Craig's ol buddy Lincol reports, that Thugg and his squad have found human capture gear in the restaraunt nearby. Tranquilisers, nets and other stuff. All for capturing something, that is still alive.
When Lincoln finishes, Vik turns to James once more.
"Now I'm starting to get a better picture. Someone wants to capture some high ranking Fenrir's Fangs officers. This makes a lot more sense, then luring an army of longarms, leaded by a behemoth to our Den."
Viktor turns to the adrens, guarding the door.
"You two, get more guards at Flynn's bed. He's more vulnerable and looks like someone is hunting one of us"
With that done, one of the adrens rushes to the infermary to get Flynn more guards.
Viktor turns to the other Adren.
"Send an emissary to Ascending Dawn. Ask them why they attacked us. If it turns out, that they didn't even attack us, then we do have a more serious problem."
With the orders given, Vik walks back to the interogation room.

[Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!]

"I see, that makes logical sense, the puzzle is finaly coming together" Then why do I still feel uneasy about this, something still feels wrong James opened his eyes "Send out scouting parties and make a sweep o all building within a one mile radius of this area, make sure nothing human is lurking about around here" James stood up "Have them armed with silenced weapons and tell them to take out anyone who is not wearing our insignia, Also have each person who is wearing our uniform ID checked when encountered, they may don our uniforms next" James wished he had more agents here with him, it would mae his job a whole lot easier "All personell here are to have uncovered face's at all times for ID verification purposes" Hopefully this may help prevent infiltration James goes to the window and stares out while saying quietly to himself "This still does not seem right somehow..."

[Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!]

((I can't exactly do anything either, the last move was mine, people need to bemore active on this, I guess I wait too.))

[Meldon]

"Well, now that I'm here, I might as well have something to do. James, what are my orders? Emissary, recon, guard?" He waved to the barman, who brought him his usual shot of whiskey. Well one good thing about the outbreak, we've got no underage drinking laws anymore.

[Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!]

James looks at his old friend "Take command of the recon teams im dispatching, they could use your skills out there" James pauses to take another sip "Feel free to change the teams as you see fit, and remember, anything not wearing out insignia dies." James closes his eyes once more and lights another smoke "Make sure to report anything suspicious, move out when your prepared"

[Meldon]

"Roger that." Nathan headed down to the armory to refill his magazines, three each of 9mm and 7.5mm rifle. With his M24 and a backpack on his back and a Glock 9mm, kukri and Bowie knife on his belt he headed out to the courtyard to the assembled recon teams. "Alright men, listen up-"

A Cliath in his mid-20s with an AK47 tilted on his shoulder turns around and says "Hey, punk-ass kid, who the Hell do you think you are telling me what to d-"

He turned to find a blade at his throat. "I am an Agent of the Black Dragons and your superior, if you don't respect me you better **** fear me. Now sit down and listen to your orders."

"First and foremost, I want to make sure there is one sniper and one person experienced in the city and combat in each team, that means an Adren or Athro in each squad. I want you to imagine the city a spiderweb, with this building at the center, each street one radial. I want one squad per street, keep going until you hit the border of our territory. Stick to the shadows, stay out of the open. Check buildings, report everything suspicious. If it doesn't wear our insignia, it dies. If it does, it gets an ID check, every kind you can think of. Any questions?"

"Yes sir, we don't have enough men for a full squad over here."

"Then that's the squad I'll be accompanying. Alright, everyone move out, and keep your radios on."

[TRHeadshot]

((RP) BUMP WE NEED MORE POSTS!!! (RP))

[CrazyHobo]

((there won't be any, until FLynn gets in here and continues the story))

[Nathan Garrein]

Nathan Garrein, another survivor and cliath of the clan, hearing the ruckus outside turns his head and looked.

There was an undoubtedly small force assembled outside and they were getting ready to leave. Seeing the fear and intense urgency of their faces, he thought that something must be up, something big.

He was only 19 years old, too young to join to what was to come, but he was confident, he was confident that he can fend well within the harsh environment of the decrepit wasteland left by the outbreak whilst protecting his own companions. And he was not one to pass an opportunity to prove his worth to his fellow members.

Hurrying to get his arms, he stumbled as he groped his trusty HK UMP, his Desert Eagle and his trusty customized machete, the Amputator. He gathered them as he put on his armour, a flak jacket, for he was nimble in his feet, he was in an advantage because of his speed and bigger armour would only burden him. When he was finished, he took all the magazines he could get and went out.

He was amazed, almost all of members of the assembled team were his superiors whom he rarely sees, and surely, this event was big indeed.

They eyed him as he walked towards them, as if they were disgusted by his gear. He approached them while cocking in a magazine in his UMP.

"Need another hand?" he said blankly “What’s the mission? I was just passing by and kinda saw what was going on, so permission to tag along sir, I’m locked and loaded.”

He looked at the commanding officer in front of him as the commander winced in the idea of repeating the orders, he had no choice he needs more men.

[CrazyHobo]

Viktor facepalms himself, after interogating the 17th prisoner. That last one was from ASDOTAS. Vik needs to give his brain a break, after such a retarded day.
So far, he interogated people from
Ascending Dawn
ASDOTAS
Divide
Exceed
and The Combine.
It's not making sense, so Vik decides, that further investigation is required, but he won't be getting anything new from the prisoners, he needs to get to Nastya's...plus Vik needs some medical supplies.
Grabbing his looter gear, his AK-47 and sabre, plus kris, and the now repainted ZX11 armour, Vik transcends into the darkness of the city.
He has some friends back at Nastya's, that could help him out.

[Meldon]

Nathan turned around at the new arrival. "Being late is not a good thing." God, it still feels **** weird ordering around people so much older than me. "You'll accompany my squad, we're doing a perimeter search of our territory. If it doesn't wear a BD or FF insignia, it dies, period. If they do were our symbols, we do an extensive ID check."

The massed FF forces head out in every direction. Nathan's squad consists of himself, the late Cliath, a Fostern with an M16 and another one with an MP5. His gas mask now over his face, he sifts through some debris blocking a door and looks in. Nothing but corpses. "Make sure there are no strange outposts in any buildings, and keep a lookout for any funny equipment, letters, notes, or insignia on the ground."

[CrazyHobo]

Before heading out, Vik decides to check on James's leg.
Making his way to the Wolf's den, Viktor aproaches Modem, who's eyes are closed.
Without asking him, Vik gets on one knee, and begins inspecting the leg.
Next second, a black machete is at his neck.

[Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!]

James, with his machete at Viktors neck speaks without opening his eyes "Don't worry about it" The wound on his leg was already almost fully healed, which is not normal, a small pin prick is barely visible where James had injected himself with something.

James sheathed his machete and stood up with his eyes still closed "I will be back to full combat strength soon" James removes the bloody rags that were around his leg to reveal it with barely a scratch, James finally opens his eyes, His usual deep grey eyes had flecks of iluminus green in them just barely visible.

"How are the interrigations going then?" he asks as he lights up a smoke.

[CrazyHobo]

"You really shouldn't have injected yourself with N2. As for the interrogations, same as last time. So far, The Exceed, The Combine, Ascending Dawn, the Divide and ASDOTAS are up against us. I'm heading back to Nastya's to continue the investigation. I have some friends, that could help me out". - sayed the russian.