The Wolf's Den

[Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!]

"At a time like this any after effects of N2 do not concern me, I need to be ready for combat" James stretches his leg and finds it in good condition "What kind of friends do you have in mind and what do you think they can do that you can't?" James takes another puff from the smoke.

A Cliath comes through the door and salutes, then stands to attention "Sir! The recon force has been dispatched! Agent Nathan has taken command as per your orders sir!" James looks over to him  "Good, dismissed" He salutes once more and walks out.

"I would send men along with you but I have none to spare at the moment between the defence of this place and the recon teams, Things here are locked down tight and the recon teams are not due to report in for a long time, I would like to go with you as your backup"

[CrazyHobo]

"And who's gonna stay to command the Wolf's den? Flynn? He's incapacitated for a month. And about those friends. Some of my friends in CRUX, Ardent Angels and OG could help out. Crux takes active part in Outpost Attacks, so they know the inns and outs of the outpost, the outpost guards know who and when leaves. Adrend Angels are currently having a quarell with The Combine, so I think they would gladly share some info with me."

[Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!]

James sighs, he knows Viktor is right "Fine, but be carefull when you meet with them, you never know, a lone high raning Fenrirs officer is a pretty tempting target" James stubbs out his smoke underfoot back to drinking whisky and doing paperwork "While your there, do me a favour and pick me up an new lighter" James sits back down and removes his revolver, he has not cleaned it in a few days and it has blood on it.

[CrazyHobo]

"hell, your like my mom, back when I was a teenager" - jokingly remarked Viktor.
Nodding about getting a lighter, Viktor sets towards the first floor.
Looting gear on him, enough food to last till Nastya's.
He'd gladly take Ashley with him, train her more a bit, but this case requires privacy.

[Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!]

James grabbed the pile of paperwork in front of him he had always hated paperwork God damn, I feel sorry for Flynn he looked over it all quickly, mundane reports of nothing, requests from the armoury and medical corps, nothing of any real value, James grabbed the glass of whisky next to him to find it empty, the bar had closed up aswell so no hope of more for now "Figures..." James pushed the paperwork aside and began cleaning his revolver once more, he opened it up and cleaned and polished all the parts, oiled the parts that needed oiling, then put it back together again in record time, James holstered the revover once more and gave another sigh as he sat back and light another smoke.

[CrazyHobo]

Ah, the cold breeze of the upcoming Autumn... - thought to himself Vik, while standing on the roof of the 8 story.
Getting downstairs, Vik was annoyed by the 3 recon squads, that did ID checks on him.
Hell, everyone knows Vik, why the **** can't they look at his face and just ignore him? He never wears a helmet, so why bother?
Making his way out of the longarm zone, Vik somehow made it to the red zone in less then 2 hours.
Easy zombies here, but Vik never lets his guard down.
Never.
Especially not when gunfire is heard 5 blocks ahead of him in a few seconds.

[Meldon]

"Be sure to radio me ANYTHING out of the ordinary." NAthan repeated for the umpteenth time into the radio, because every other time he did, someone said "Oh yeah, we saw *BLANK* a block back..." And he would facepalm and mutter some curses into the radio. Never anything that needed immediate attention, usually just a dead Ascending Dawn soldier who thought he was tougher than he really was or a busted-up gun with another clan's logo on it that looks like it's been sitting there since the first month of the outbreak, definately not recent.

Nathan bent down to check the ID tag of a Project Lazarus corpse and take his arms and ammunition (I hate these bastards...) when he heard his radio blare. "Sir, we've got gunfire. Automatic weapons, and a lot of them."

"Roger that. Get closer, check it out, then report back to me. DO NOT get spotted, and DO NOT engage unless they shoot first."

[CrazyHobo]

No matter who is shooting in the near area, it's no longer territory of Fenrir's Fangs, so it shouldn't be a problem for Vik or the others.
Then he hears another series of shots behind him. These were in the longarm zones. Now that's definetly FF territory, but the recon team can handle it.
God bless fire escapes - muttered to himself Vik, after getting on the roof of an appartment complex nearby, to get a better view of the shots.
7 survivors fighting reds.
Vik is looking at them thourgh his binoculars. No clan tags. No colors.
Just mesh armour on them.
1 with an AK, 3 with SMG's, 2 with hunting shotguns, last guy is with a revolver.
Must be an ordinary group of looters.
Vik is sitting there, waiting.
Waiting for them to die.

[Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!]

As James sat sifting through the paperwork a Cliath came through the door, he looked rather out of breath, he saluted and said "Sir, We have Gunfire in the distance, no reports of our men involved sir!" James looked blankly at him for a moment Surly Viktor or Nathan have not gotten themselves into a gun battle or attracted a large horde.. "Very well, we will let the scout teams handle it as they see fit, dismissed" The Cliath saluted once more "Yes Sir!" then he left the room.

What the **** is going on around here recently? James went back to the paperwork absent mindedly All these clans can't be working together, it makes no sense, they would never be able to organise as a group the way our Empire did...

[CrazyHobo]

A rather nice show Vik is watching: survivors get ripped apart by ordinary reds.
The guy, with the revolver heroically tried to save his comrade, only to get pinned down to the ground by 3 reds. Ravaged.
That's what happens, when you stop moving.
Zeds will eventually gather so many numbers, that they will cover all exits and swarm you.
After the zeds have left, Vik transcends back into the empty city, occasionally killing the zeds, that get in his way.
Nastya's is not far from here. Just a 5 hour walk.

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[Nathan Garrein]

Nathan Garrein stared into the horizon as their team walked slowly, still eager to have a piece of the action while still being alert. It was his second time going out with a team, and since that fateful experience he never got into a team, everything he does, he did alone but this time he wouldn't disappoint.

It started to rain heavily as he recalled a memory when he was just a survivor in Natasya's Outpost, long before he was found by a man named Ceddar Hawk nearly dead within Wolfbow and initiated into Fenrir's Fangs of the Black Dragon Empire.

Garrein was part of a six man team of mid-equiped survivors looking for some decent loot which was led by a cocky individual. At first they hesitated to follow because he could lead them to peril but they were desperate for supply.

For the time being they were good but by the time Longarms were showing up, they were overrun and were forced to defend themselves. His girlfriend was there, Garrein saw his girlfriend ripped to shreds by the onslaught while the cocky leady fled in the darkness amidst the flashes of gunfire. Garrein tried so hard to reach and rescue her but instead he was pounced by something and grew unconscious.

By the time he woke up, he was in Natasya’s and a group of Fenrir’s Fangs surrounded him.

Now, they were in the Longarm area of Fairview at that same forsaken area, Wolfbow.

“I heard something.” Garrein whispered in his radio. “Need permission to halt the advance sir.” His commanding officer facepalmed him and continued to move, with heavy equipment clattering and covered by the heavy rain’s downpour.

“Sir, halt the advance!” Garrein whispered loudly to the radio, “Do you feel that?”

At first his commanding officer didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary but suddenly he felt it too. A soft thumping vibrated from the ground, as his commanding officer looked at the puddle vibrate beside him and mouthed to his team “What the hell is that?”

“I think something big is coming” Garrein replied to the radio as he saw the Fostern behind him grew uneasy.

Cautiously his commanding officer replied softly in the radio “Defensive positions!” as the rain within the vicinity formed a silhouette and he saw it on the horizon they faced… The Behemoth.

And his commanding officer just smiled, devilishly, “This is where legends are made.”

[CrazyHobo]

There it was infront of him: the main gate of Nastya's holdout.
The visualisation of safety for every survivor after the outbreak, the last hope of humanity.
Not for Vik.
The only safety Vik now knows is in the Wolf's Den. Hell, there was once a time, when someone tried to assassinate Vik right inside Nastya's.
Making his way to the scrap yard, Viktor aproaches a guy, that is sitting behind a table, and says.
"I need a lighter. Full one"

[Meldon]

"They were just looters from Nastya's. Zeds took care of them for us."

"Roger that. Keep going according to plan." Nathan moved farther down the road, and stepped on a piece of crinkled paper. No harm in checking it... Oh my God... The paper was a map. A map that had arrows and lines of various colors and flavors around Fenrir's Fangs territory. One that was not drawn by a Fang. Just signed with an X. "This is Nathan Donahue to base, come in James..."

The radio crackled, but not with James' voice. "Sir, we've got a fuckin' Behemoth on our hands! We might be needing some backup here!"

"Roger that, any nearby teams keep your ear on a radio just in case you hear a distress call."

[CrazyHobo]

Hmm...I wonder if Jarki's at Nastya's right now...
Ol Jarki's been living at the north-east part of the outpost. In a 2 storie "shack".
It atleast had a roof...
Sadly, no one was home.
Ok...I wonder if my old house at Nastya's is still standing
It was also a small shack near the meeting hall.
4 metal pieces formed the walls. Another one atop formed the roof.
It was a 4x4 shack, fit a small bed, a safe and a table.
That's all, that Vik had here. He moved everything to the Wolf's Den.
Opening the safe, he saw an envelope inside it.