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Well...damn. Kind of what I expected, but still... holy crap...

Mordoskul wrote:Well...damn. Kind of what I expected, but still... holy crap...

Truth be told I was a bit surprised myself,the Larve did suffer some bad rolls...(this is what saved Holly from dying),but once the rampaging Werewolf pack struck I was frankly amazed at how fast they plowed through the Larve....
Apparently a pack of Werewolves does a huge amount of damage..

Apparantly they can, good thing I'm not going to be dealing with them.

halonachos wrote:Apparantly they can, good thing I'm not going to be dealing with them.

....Oh really?...

FITZZ wrote:

halonachos wrote:Apparantly they can, good thing I'm not going to be dealing with them.

....Oh really?...

Yeah really... oh crap you're the GM right? I mean, I look forward to the challenge? Crap! I mean, I think Andy and company are going to book it out of town after finding out that some vampires in Florida are wreaking havoc in local strip clubs, yeah, that's what I mean.

halonachos wrote:

FITZZ wrote:

halonachos wrote:Apparantly they can, good thing I'm not going to be dealing with them.

....Oh really?...

Yeah really... oh crap you're the GM right? I mean, I look forward to the challenge? Crap! I mean, I think Andy and company are going to book it out of town after finding out that some vampires in Florida are wreaking havoc in local strip clubs, yeah, that's what I mean.

...But Andy is sworn to protect the innocent...he's a Hunter...a member of the Holy Order...he wouldn't just abandon Empire City in it's hour of need...would he?

Strip clubs in Florida need protectionfrom the vampire menace as well.

BIC:

Andy put on his sunglasses and looked in the mirror, his reflection showed up a red hawaiian shirt and his white jean shorts. He looked down at the sandals he was wearing and grabbed a suitcase before walking towards the door of the NBC building.

"Umm, where are you going?" he heard Miranda call from inside.

"To Florida." Andy said as he continued to walk out the door.

"You're leaving this city behind to rot to go vacation in Florida?" she spat.

"No," Andy elongated his response as he tried to think of something, "its a new assignment."

"More important than the cleansing of Empire City?" she crossed her arms.

"Much more important." Andy walked out the door before Miranda gripped the back of Andy's collar and pulled him back inside, "What about Florida?"

"You're not going to Florida!" she yelled as she dragged Andy back inside. Andy tried to grab the door frame as Miranda pulled him back in.

"Its dereliction of duty!" Miranda shouted as she struggled to pull him back in.

"Screw duty, I want strippers!" Andy shouted while the other hunters watched bemusedly.

"You know," Miranda whispered into Andy's ear, "all of the strippers in Florida are werewolves."

Andy stopped and looked down at the floor in contemplation before shouting and throwing his suitcase to the ground. He muttered as he stomped off to go change back into his clothes.

"I hate you Miranda." Andy said as he walked by Miranda who was leaning against the doorframe smiling.

"What about Florida?" Wendy called from the truck, her sunhat poking from the window.

"Too many werewolf strippers." Andy sat down with a huff and crossed his arms angrily.

....Nachos...If this RP was an Olympic event I would personally give you a gold medal...I swear bro,you make me laugh so damn much...I'm going to have to grant Andy a free wound or something...

I don't need a free wound, but my southern manners prevent me from not accepting them.

halonachos wrote:I don't need a free wound, but my southern manners prevent me from not accepting them.

Ah then...as one Southern Gentleman to another ..Andy shall receive one " Holy gak that was close" wound save from yours truly ...
Let that be a lesson for the rest of you...making me laugh may save your characters life..

Crap.

A shame I am gak at jokes

The bikers had been roaming the city for days, feth all they could do. chaos had a pernament grip on the city. Civilans wer dropping like flies. Fires burnt unchecked and unharried.

Crossing across the town the saw yet another store front being smashed down, but this this time the looters were national guard. These fethers had given up hope.
Oi!! Feth Heads, you deserting scumbags
You talking to us whore... The one who replied was evidently the leader, larger than the others
Yea, she is. what the feth do you think your doing!
we're doing some blackout shopping, since the majors not around any more.... he should really watch ut for falling debris more carefully , we can do what the feth we like and there's no way we're going to out our lives on the line for this gakky city.
Right there's no way we can let you do this, your supposed to protect civilans and put your lives on the line for this "gakky" city, your the lowest piece of scum i've ever set my eyes upon.
Suzie bared her fangs as Isaac and vukojevic leveled their Aks and fired at the deserters. Two of them dropped like stones, a third was pushed into th line of fire and was ent flying like a ragdoll as the leader and his remaing crony dashed for the safety of the shop. Suzie chased after them, her pistols blazing.

Suzie saw the smaller trooper jek and fall as he got caught in the back by 5 rounds, one finding the area between his flak jacket nad helmet. As Suzie rounded the aisle she came face to face with the big bastard. Suzie felt a knife slide into her rib cage.
This is a present fom Sergeant Hooper, see you in hell Bitch!!
You big fether, think your so hard killing civilans well suck on this!!
Hoooper looked surprised as Suzie jammed her pistol into his mouth and pulled the trigger. His brains created an intresting pattern on the beans behind him. As he fell suzie jumped on his corpse ripping open his throat, gorging herself on his blood as it poured into her mouth.

As iSaac climbed over the body of the other trooper he saw suzie sitting crying.
Hey suzie, whats the matter? Are you hurt?
The fether knifed me, I'm okay now but it was horrible, I though i could keep of the hunger for ever, I miss Longinus. We both need his help.
it'll all be better we find the feth head and gut him like the coward he is.

Outside the gang had been stripping the corpses of anything useful when VukoJevic looked up
SIRENS, you fething bastards get ready to move out, we'll still get shot for those bastard guards. I'll fetch the other two.
he ran inside adreniline flowing.
He nearly vomited when he turned the corner, a mound of flesh wih a few rags was just sitting on the floor.
I knew you were messedup, this will have to wait though, theres fething pigs on their way and we can't get caught here, not with the bodies. Chatter on the radio says the police derpartment has been targeted by vamps and wolves, we have to move quickly.

The Crooked House loomed in front of the three figure, two of them towering above the third and holding an oaken box. The House was surrounded by an spike iron fence, an open gate entered into a path paved with stone lead up to a plain wooden door. Lining the path were hundreds of candles of human tallow burned with eerie light as the figures walked up to the door. Screaming and cursing could be heard from the attic atop the twisted tower, and shadows fought and slashed at one another behind the light in the room. The third figure rapped three time upon the door, which swung inwards without a sound. The three stepped inside the foyer, which was richly carpeted with a great purple rug that spanned the room. A double staircase stood before them, with a pair of double doors at the top. A chandelier made of bone hung from above, shaking slightly with what sounded like sobs. The double doors at the top of the stairs opened, and a shuffling squeak could be heard, but no one could be seen. Then they saw it, a greenish man with flesh drawn impossibly tight over his thin bones rolled down the right staircase in a tiny cart in which he was crammed inside. When he reached the bottom, he pushed himself forwards with his hands, rolling towards the three figures. Taking the third figure's hand it spoke; "Come see Anise. Anise waits!" And rolled forwards, the figures in tow, gliding up the stairs in his wagon with no difficulty to the top of the steps. "Go see! Go see!" the creature croaked, and bade them to enter. They did so, the giants being careful to avoid damaging the box they carried. Stepping through the portal, the three found themselves in an impossibly long hallway, down which the ghoul rolled. A hundred thousand doors creaked open, and a million hungry eyes peered out from the rooms, sickly and pallid limbs reaching for the visitors. The ghoul shrieked loudly at the claws, his voice full of condemnation. "For Anise! Not you!" And as one, the doors slammed shut, the eyes gone behind the portals. "This way, Anise waits!" The ghouls rolled on, propelling himself forward on his hands, opening a door and baying the three to follow. For what felt like days, the creature led them through hallway after hallway, through door after door, before they arrived at what appeared to be a kitchen. The ghoul yelled inside, his voice gleeful. "Anise! They are here!" And rolled inside. Entering the kitchen, the three beheld a stooped hag with horribly shriveled flesh hunched over a bubbling cauldron, from which she dropped various powders and herbs. A screaming face surfaced briefly, followed by an arm, which tried to crawl out of the pot, but the crone angrily forced it back down with her bone spoon. Turning her gaze to the figures, she smiled, and hobbled over to embrace the middle. Pinching his cheek affectionately, she said, "Pontius, after all these years, I was beginning to think you'd never come back. How's little Ollie?" Pontius smiled, and returned her embrace before saying. "It is he who lies within the casket, Longinous, the Fool sent him into Slumber, but not for long, he stirs even now. I have a gift for you, Anise, for your collection." Reaching within his coat, the Brutii produced a severed tongue, and presented it to the hag, who took it with reverence. "The Tongue of the Sage... it will make a fine addition indeed! Now where are my manners? Are you boys hungry? Tommy just took three healthy children to the marl pit out back, but he's willing to share." Pontius chuckled, "Perhaps later, my friends and I are in need of a place to stay, would you kindly provide us with rooms?" At this, Anise laughed, a sound not unlike the rustling of dead leaves on a bleak autumn day. "Oh Pontius, you know you need not to ask! You are always welcome here. I'll show you to your rooms after you meet someone you have not seen in years. Come, he waits." Anise beckoned for the Kindred to follow, and she pushed open a great golden door with her frail arms, revealing an ornate chamber covered in a red velvet carpet. A great golden throne was placed in the center of the room, but it was not what Pontius and the Opriknikki were looking at. A man dressed in fine satin robes sat in the throne, his red eyes glittering with amusement and deadly intellect. A great garnet ring sat upon his elegant finger, a twin to the one born by the Childe of Brutus. Pontius and the giants fell to their knees in reverence, their brows touching the masterfully crafted carpet. A single name escaped Pontius' lips, a name known to all of the Kindred, a name that demanded fear and respect. It was more than a name, it was an incantation, a spell of guile and vengeance to be brought down upon one's foes. The name was old, older than the works of the Cattle, older than the mortal world itself. "Cain".

OOC: Alright people, that's the last you'll be hearing from Pontius this RP. See you in the sequel!

@ Mordo...loving it.

Ok guys ...I had planned to do a few write ups tonight ...but Georgia is about to get hit with a crap ton of very bad storms..one of which spawned an F-5 tornado that did a ton of damage in Alabama.
There is a line of storms moving towards Georgia (all cabable of spawning tornados)...so I'm going to be watching the weather very close for the next few hours...
..If all goes well...I'll do some write ups later...if not....well...I'll see you all over the rainbow.

The hunters were almost out of the building when they heard the backdoor reopen behind them. Andy turned on his heels, dropping his riding suit as he drew his pistol. Wendy picked the suit up quickly before heading out to the truck with Jimbo at Andy's signal. He stepped back slowly, light whispering reached his ears as his sights lingered over where the door was, 30 feet away. A dark figure came from the door and looked around the storeroom, its eyes looked in Andy's direction and charged. A loud crack and a flash of light illuminated the boxes and shelves of the backroom and the figure slumped under a second later. Andy looked at the figure fall and heard the footsteps of others, their sound getting fainter as they ran away. Andy lowered his gun, holding it tightly in both hands still, and approached the pile on the cement floor. As he got closer he could feel his shoe losing traction as he stepped in blood, the light under the gun turned on with the flick of a finger and cast itself upon a raggedy clothed man with a bullet hole oozing from his back.

"Feth." Andy muttered as he backpedaled towards the door to leave.
......

Andy got into the truck and closed the door, "What happened in there, we heard a gunshot?" Wendy asked from the passenger seat.

"I shot a guy." Andy said as he started the car.

"You shot an actual person?" Jimbo asked from the back.

"Yeah, not a vamp, not a wolf, a guy." Andy shook his head, "Thought he had a weapon or something. He charged me so I had no choice."

"I hear that, people are acting crazy right now." Jimbo patted Andy on the shoulder, "No one blames you."

The truck barreled down the backroads as they headed back towards the NBC building.
........................

Smalls and Dez sat in the garage and watched the headlights sway as the truck went over a speed bump. The smell of exhaust increased exponentially as the closed in garage absorbed most of the gas. Andy noticed that Derek and Miranda still weren't back. The truck came to a sudden stop as Andy slammed it into park and got out. Dez sat hunched over in boredom near the far wall, apparantly Smalls was a poor conversationalist after all.

"Have you seen Miranda and Derek at all?" Andy's voice was somewhat muffled by the helmet as he took it off.

"They came down for a few minutes before going back into the offices." Dez said boredly.

"Alright, any news from Rachel?" Andy asked.

"Nothing new, starting to worry some more." Dez replied.

"Alright, I'm going to go find Derek and Miranda and then we'll head out to the roof to see if we can try to spot her." Andy patted Dez on the shoulder and walked into the building.

"Wait, I'll go with you." Wendy called and she double timed to the door.
.............

It had been about ten minutes since they started looking for Derek and Miranda and the office had been completely empty.

"Where do you think they are?" Andy asked Wendy.

"On the roof having sex." Wendy joked.

"From what I've seen those two seem incapable of love." Andy retorted, "All work and no play you know."

"What about you?" Wendy asked, the question caused both of them to stop in a hallway.

"What about me?" Andy asked.

"Do you know, play?" Wendy asked as she ran her fingers along Andy's arm.

"Sometimes..." Andy stared at her before snapping back to attention, "but right now really isn't the time for anything." he quickly blurted.

"Are you sure?" Wendy continued to flirt.

"Uh, um," Andy stammered as he looked her in the face, "aww screw it." Andy said as he opened the door to an office.
..........................

Andy zipped up his pants as Wendy smoothed down her hair.

"Well that was fun." Andy said as he worked on his belt, "But we should probably go find Derek and Miranda now."

"Yeah," Wendy said, "you can only look for someone for so long before people get suspicious."

The two walked to the emergency stairwell and walked up to the roof where they found Miranda and Derek looking out over the city with a pair of binoculars, Miranda held out a notepad and was jotting down Derek's observations.

"What're you two doing?" Andy asked.

"Noting vampire and werewolf activity." Miranda continued to jot down notes.

"Looks like an attack near the apartments." Derek said and Miranda quickly wrote it down.

"How many so far." Andy asked.

"About 50 or so," Miranda quickly counted, "the biggest being a vampire/wolf fight near the warehouses."

"You guys can see that all the way from here?" Andy was amazed.

"These aren't ordinary binoculars." Miranda responded for Derek who was busy scanning the city, "They've been made to detect specific heat signatures of various creatures, Vampires and Werewolves stick out like a sore thumb with these things. Has Rachel shown up?"

"Not yet, we should probablymove out just in case they got to her." Andy said as he shook his head.

"We'll be down in a few minutes." Miranda said as Andy opened the roof access door and headed back downstairs with Wendy.

FITZZ wrote: @ Mordo...loving it.

Ok guys ...I had planned to do a few write ups tonight ...but Georgia is about to get hit with a crap ton of very bad storms..one of which spawned an F-5 tornado that did a ton of damage in Alabama.
There is a line of storms moving towards Georgia (all cabable of spawning tornados)...so I'm going to be watching the weather very close for the next few hours...
..If all goes well...I'll do some write ups later...if not....well...I'll see you all over the rainbow.

I hear that, I should be seeing something tomorrow. You stay safe now.

Thanks Nachos...I'll keep my head down.

halonachos wrote:

FITZZ wrote: @ Mordo...loving it.

Ok guys ...I had planned to do a few write ups tonight ...but Georgia is about to get hit with a crap ton of very bad storms..one of which spawned an F-5 tornado that did a ton of damage in Alabama.
There is a line of storms moving towards Georgia (all cabable of spawning tornados)...so I'm going to be watching the weather very close for the next few hours...
..If all goes well...I'll do some write ups later...if not....well...I'll see you all over the rainbow.

I hear that, I should be seeing something tomorrow. You stay safe now.

Aye, be safe.

I agree.

Oh crap Nachos, you're not making it so Rachel has been attacked now are you?

Also, I don't think that was the best time for that, just cos, you know were in the middle of a massive vamp and wolf attack?

halonachos wrote:
Andy zipped up his pants as Wendy smoothed down her hair.

Aw, Andy's first and last time!

Mordoskul wrote:

halonachos wrote:
Andy zipped up his pants as Wendy smoothed down her hair.

Aw, Andy's first and last time!

seconded

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:I agree.

Oh crap Nachos, you're not making it so Rachel has been attacked now are you?

Also, I don't think that was the best time for that, just cos, you know were in the middle of a massive vamp and wolf attack?

Actually, right now all the hunters are waiting around for the most part, save Vegas who is being held captive and Rachel who is hopefully going to get to the building. And no I wasnt trying to set up Rachel being attacked, I was trying to get it set up so that they can leave as soon as she arrives.

Also, you'll be surprised at what can happen in five minutes.

Hlaine Larkin mk2 wrote:

Mordoskul wrote:

halonachos wrote:

Andy zipped up his pants as Wendy smoothed down her hair.

Aw, Andy's first and last time!

seconded

We shall see how many times Andy gets it on, in fact I already have Andy and Wendy doing the funky chicken on Pontius's grave planned.

....Just to move things along...

...Rachel had received word from Dez concerning the location of the other Hunters,she now made her way cautiously trough the chaotic streets of Empire City in search of the location...
On several occasions Rachel had taken refuge in abandoned shops as all around her the city burned,twice she feared she would have to kill a human considering the rampaging mobs she encountered...but fortunately...the groups she ran into seemed more intent on looting than violence and retreated quickly when Rachel brandished her pistol...
Finally ...after what felt like days,she arrived at the building the Hunters had taken rufuge in...she made another quick call to Dez and he hurried to let her inside...
" Rachel..thank god your ok" Dez said embracing the woman..
Derek appeared at the top of a stairwell and glanced down at the young couple ,allowing them a brief moment to reunite before he called down to them.." Ok you two...get up here...we have a lot of work to do...Rachel..it's good to see you safe..."


...Ok....Rachel is reunited with the rest of the Hunters.

"We don't have too much work to do." Andy said as he walked up to the group, "Jimbo is getting the bomb wired and everything else is set."

"Are you serious?" Derek turned to ask.

"Yeah, everything's in motion." Andy smiled.

"That's not what I meant, I meant that we still have work to do." Derek responded, "Roles, timing, etc."

"Speaking of timing I meant to ask you about how long you think it would take to carry out the mission." Andy watched as Rachel and Dez continued to stay together.

"Why do you ask?" Derek asked, his back turned to the couple.

"The bomb's going to make a big boom, I have Jimbo wiring pulse monitors to it so that way if we all die it'll go off." Andy said, "I wanted to know about a time just in case they capture and don't kill us."

"Maybe 20, 25 minutes at max if its just get in and get out." Derek heard some commotion behind him.

"Did you just say that we're going to be setting up a bomb?" Dez asked.

"Yes, we're going to blow up the theater if we get taken out." Andy said.

"If, we get captured or taken out though. That's what you said." Dez continued.

"Yeah, the way it works is that if we die the pulse monitors shut off and the bomb then goes off. If we get captured I doubt that we would want to stay alive so if the timer goes off it'll kill us as well as a vamp or two." Andy looked Dez directly in the eye, "I know it seems a bit too dangerous, but you've seen what they started to do to Vegas. Speaking of Vegas we need to leave as soon as possible, its safe to say that she's being tortured and they may be trying to get info out of her as we speak."

"If you care so much about Vegas, then why did it take you so long to find Miranda and Derek?" Dez asked.

"Because its a large building and we checked every floor on the way up." Andy replied, "Vegas is a fellow hunter, if she's captured we need to get her, if they turn her we kill her, if she's too far gone we put her down. I would do the same for you and any hunter."

"Yeah right." Dez sneered, "You don't care about us, that's why you left us at the farm when you went to get the crossbow."

"I went to get the crossbow with Miranda because she was reliable and knew about the weapon I was going after." Andy kept calm, "If you don't think that I care about the other hunters then you need to leave before I do to you what I did to Danny."

"What happened to the farm anyways?" Derek asked to defuse the situation, "I know that you killed Danny because he was a traitor, but no one knows what happened except for her." he thumbed towards Rachel.

Rachel shook her head at the thought of what happened. Andy and Derek looked at her while she grabbed on tighter to Dez.

"We need to know." Andy agreed, "Maybe it can help us. Let us know how and maybe who.". Rachel still kept silent.

"Its okay Rachel." Dez assured her, "Its alright."

"I don't know, it just happened really fast." Rachel said, "We tried to fight back at first, but they set the house on fire and we had to leave. They were waiting for us outside, they attacked us, and..." her voice trailed as the pain of the memory returned.

"That's enough." Andy said and tapped Derek on his arm, Andy's head motioned for him to follow and they left the two alone for awhile.

Upstairs they sat around and looked over the map again while Jimbo was busy rigging the bomb to work with the monitors. Amazingly the giant's thick fingers were able to work with the wires and circuits of the bomb and the monitors.

"After delivering the bomb we'll toss in some flashbangs and assault the building from here and here." Derek pointed to several points on the blueprints, "It looks like she's being held in the basement and there's only one access point to it, it'll probably be boobytrapped so we need to look for anything around it."

"You mean like wires and anything that looks like a bomb?" Andy asked.

"I mean anything that looks like a vampire. They can blend in and change physical states so they may just float around the entrance and trap us all inside the basement." Derek replied.

"So we keep some people at the top and maybe one or two of us goes down into the basement." Andy replied.

"That's a good enough idea." Miranda added.

"We'll use the vampire grenades in the back of the van." Wendy said.

"We might hit Vegas with them." Dez said as he continued to stay with Rachel, "Those flashbangs from before, we should use those and then storm into the basement."

"That's a better idea." Andy agreed, "Plus I have that sword that makes them squirm, think it'll be enough to keep them solid?"

"It just might, never know against ancients." Miranda shrugged.

"The biggest issue will be if the wolves show up." Derek cut back in, "We've seen the two groups fighting recently and if they appear when we do we could be facing vampires and werewolves at the same time."

"But vampires and werewolves hate each other." Dez stated, "Shouldn't they ignore us and go after each other?"

"They should, but if we're in the crossfire it doesn't matter who hates who." Derek replied.

"So we get in early and leave just as fast and maybe the bomb can take out any wolves that come after we leave." Andy smiled.

"Let's hope." Derek said, "Either way, we're expendable so take out whatever you can and maybe we'll survive."

... Miranda sat quietly listening to the others talk as she slid the blade of her knife over a wetstone...her thoughts drifting to the video of Vegas and her captures...the servant of Pontius had made it clear they were walking into a trap...and furthermore..Pontius himself was no longer in the city...for all they knew pontius was no longer even in the country...
She lowered her head for a moment...silently praying...inside she felt a growing sense of impending doom and try as she might...she just couldn't shake it..
She wiped away a single tear that formed in the corner of her eye...and steeled herself for the coming mission...she was a Hunter by god...and if her duties called for it...she would die fighting.

She looked at Trask and Bruss who were busy discussing tactics and spoke..." You should know Bruss...the sword...the Wrath of Ra ...it will prevent even the most powerful of Vampires from using their unholy gifts" she said " With that weapon in hand...they will be forced to face us in their material forms...it will give us some advantage...as will it's powers to cause great discomfort in the blood suckers as well..."

Andy turned and looked at Miranda nodding..." That's good to know...gives us better odds.."
Miranda smiled and slid her knife against the wetstone looking at Andy..." Yes...we go from certian death to probable death..much better odds indeed."
" Your a real mood killer Miranda...you know that.? " Andy said grimly as he stared at the woman.

.......Game Time is 3:00 A.M......
Full (Blood) Moon is Tonight....

Hmmm, all seems to be getting very interesting indeed...

... Natasha hovered over Holly awaiting her reply ...
" Feth her she's had at.." Carlos said from a distances smashing the skull of an eviserated Larve that was still quivering on the pavement..." We should go...my Queen"
" I will decide when we should go young one..." Natasha said softly without taking her eyes from Holly...
In the distance the sound of engines approaching caught Lukos attention.." Perhaps the pup has a point Natasha...." he said.
" Indeed he may Lukos..." replied the wolf queen...her attention returned to the injured wolf that lay before her..." Come with us young one...it is not safe for you here.." she repeated to Holly.
The sound of the engines drew closer...

Holly rolled onto her side, facing away from Natasha. It was all she could do to show her defiance, to show her difference. The Wolf Queens face tightened slightly, and her eyes flashed amber for a heartbeat. A pup, ignoring her? But she regained her composure, and without a second glance turned to leave, the rest of her pack moving away. As she passed Ryan, she turned, and spoke in wolfish "Come with us brother, revel in the chaos of tonight. Feed until you cannot feed any more, and then lay bed with your mates. All you need to do is leave this reject behind. She has made her choice to die."

Ryan seemed torn, but with a sense of regret, hung his head respectively, and padded away from Natasha, much to the gall of the Wolf Queen.

"You have made your choice! Let us hope we do not cross paths again." she snarled, and turned to leave with her pack. As they left the scene, Lukos, who had remained impassive throughout the confrontation, looked over his shoulder, and smiled privately. No longer was there a great wolf squatting beside a dying women, but instead a large man, heavily muscled and scarred, but none the less, concerned greatly over the well being of Holly. With a silent snigger, Lukos bounded away into the night.

... Natasha turned on her heels,sparing Ryan and the imputent female a final glance before joining Lukos and Amanda as they headed back towards the Mercedes ...
the remainder of the pack having bound away into the night heading back to Amanda's lair ...
Entering the interior of the car,Natasha slammed the door and stared at Lukos..."Drive..." the wolf queen said softly..
" Why do you allow them to live..?" Amanda asked furiously from the front seat next to Lukos..." They have refused to join us...they deserve to die.."
" Question me not Amanda.." Natasha snarled..." I allow them to live because I wish to...it is not your decision ...and I will not be interigated by the likes of you."
Amanda fell silent,but gazed back towards the pair of wolves in the lot with a hatred in her eyes..." As you wish my queen" she said .

As the Mercedes exited the south end of the lot,Lukos spied a large black SUV enter the lot from the north...slowly approaching Ryan and the wounded Holly...and coming to a halt scant yards from the pair..
Lukos mussed to himself " Perhaps your allow them to live was a pointless gesture Natasha" he thought as he turned the vehicle onto the side road and headed away from the docks..

"Holly?" Ryan growled, before clearing his throat again. He had almost forgotten how to speak, and words seemed alien, new to him. The young girl turned over and looked up into his eyes.

"Hey....Ryan, you're looking.....better."

Ryan smiled faintly, before he lifted her up in his arms and began to pad towards the Warehouse, where no doubt, aid could be gotten for Holly. The Warehouse door did initially cause a predicament, and with his arms full, Ryan resorted to kicking it off its hinges with a muscled leg. Several shouts and screams erupted and a stern looking Riot Policemen, arm cradled in sling, stepped forward, her pistol raised defiantly.

"Whoa, whoa, peace. My friend. She needs help, she saved you."

After a few seconds of initial shock associated with a man of Ryans stature standing naked in front of them, several medical staff rushed over to take Holly from his arms.

Lisa stepped forward slightly, commanding Ryans attentions from Holly, despite his concern. With a silent motion, she led him outside back into the alley. It was dark out here, the floodlight had been smashed in the scrap, leaving the alley in relative darkness. Lisa turned to face Ryan, standing scant centimetres from a severed hand, completely oblivious.

"We...we heard some pretty flying rodent gak stuff out here, care to explain at all?"

Ryan opened his mouth, then floundered. He had absolutely no way to even begin. He shut it again, and shrugged his heavy set shoulders.

"Uh huh, 's what I thought."

A black SUV drove cautiously down the street up to the warehouse, its lights on full blaze, illuminating the piles of corpses, and Both Ryan and Lisa, who were standing in its glow.

Lisa looked down briefly at the carnage upon the ground, but her eyes didn't stray for long. She felt physically ill, but the commanding presence of the Van drew her attention away, and stopped her from vomiting.

"Whose this? Friends of yours?" Lisa muttered, slipping the safety catch off her Firearm.

"I don't have any friends." Ryan muttered, turning to face the vehicle.

"Figures."