It's the helicopter pad of RSX, and humans (and various partial-infected) are loading up a cargo heli with large cages and a few crates. One human female wearing a buisness dress is standing in the middle of the open, a name tag on her suit labled 'Jessica'. As she holds a clipboard and checks off items as they are added, she looks to be in charge of this opperation. She addresses the group after they all approach: "Need to do this efficiently and by-the-book. We are sending you all to capture a member of the wolf packmind, one that we've been tracking long enough to know where it can be ambushed with minimal chance of infection. Whatever you do don't get scratched by it, we can't help you survive once the nanites get in your system. Any questions?"

FINALLY! Adventure! Actual risky adventure. Gods, it's been so long since the fox had an opportunity to go someplace new and risk his life for the heck of it. Being an adrenaline junkie at heart, Magnus was right at home in such situations. The fox would bound from wall to wall, platform to platform, ruin to ruin, his hops massive as he does the next best thing to flying. Eventually, he'd tuck and roll, ending up at the helipad right in front of the human waiting for them. "It's a good day to get in trouble!" The fox yells out, then slams his chest with his clenched fists and yips ecstatically. It was a good day to be alive.

Water dripped down his fur from the rain he'd caught, his attire much the same, at least for the time being. He almost seemed unprepared, though as anyone who knew Magnus would tell, looks were deceiving. "Oh boy, OH BOY! I've wanted to see what this Oregonian thing was all about for so long now. I've read up on it, but hot diggity, is the information sparse. So that's it then, we bag a feral and... we're done?" He'd tilt his head, unsure if he wants to believe that's all they had to do. Then again, Zephyr had opted to hire a bunch of randoms, especially a factionless twat like Magnus to go on this expedition...

Striding up to the helipad wearing what at first glance one would be justified in mistaking for an officers uniform from late in the first World War...with a few obvious modifications Ebreus joins the group as the chopper is loaded, water rolling off his helmet. His mask hanging down about his neck he smiles at Jessica, "No problem. A simple grab... shouldn't be too rough." he pats the device slung to his side and continues, "Took some precautions just in case."

He shakes his head as Magnus seems so energetic, "Yep, the challenge is not taking any hits while doin' it. Their nanites are nasty stuff and the usual tricks don't work on 'em." he explains. Starting to check over his equipment he adds, "Though that doesn't mean nothing works on them."

The mostly human young doctor runs up to the platform and reports in. In her smart RSX grey uniform and carrying her collection of medical supplies. She checks each of her multitude of weapons to be sure each is battle hardened and ready. Miza nods to the RSX woman and stands next to the other in preparation. Another mission to add to her collection of and a bright sunny day to start it. She had heard mostly bad things about this Oregonian place but was ready to put herself on the line and hopefully increase her experience as a field medic.

The mostly human young doctor runs up to the platform and reports in. In her smart RSX grey uniform and carrying her collection of medical supplies. She checks each of her multitude of weapons to be sure each is battle hardened and ready. Miza nods to the RSX woman and stands next to the other in preparation. Another mission to add to her collection of and a lovely day to start it. She had heard mostly bad things about this Oregonian place but was ready to put herself on the line and hopefully increase her experience as a field medic.\r\rMiza smiles as the others get pumped, day ny idea about the pack strengths or weakness ma'am? Do they have a primary nesting area? Do we have any ordinance that will knock the target out at range.el She pops out her notebook and begins to take notes.

"Strengths and Weaknesses are what we are here to figure out, miss... Miza." The woman says while checking her clipboard. "The wolf Packmind we're tracking is far out from the server and isolated, so that's why we're going to ambush it there. Any ordinance you bring with you will help, but if it dies we leave empty-handed." The other RSX operatives finish loading the heli, Jessica putting away her clipboard. She then directs the volunteers and a few of the RSX operatives to get aboard and watches from the ground as the heli sets out to Oregon. The trip is short and uneventful being flown by helicopter, soon setting down in the overgrown track and field of a highschool centered in a small town. Like clockwork, the operatives disembark and begin setting up a temporary camp, all keeping a watchful eye for even the slightest glimpse of a packmind.

"It's a big wolf that shouldn't touch you. Smack it around and contain it, gotcha. Come on! Let's get going! We're not getting any younger!" the fennec yells out jovially "Or older, but you get my idea!" Passing by Miza, the fox gives the human a quick pinch on the ass and a wink before making a leap towards the chopper. Grabbing the upper edge of the open door, he swings inside and flops down onto one of the seats. "This baby have a minigun? Awww, woulda been sweet if we had a chopper with a fuckin' minigun as air support." he'd blow a raspberry, then move back towards the door, and dangle from the upper rim of its opening.

"We can't kill it? Well alright."

Once the chopper takes off, the fox is the first to start feeling uneasy in such a confined space. He'd swallow down hard every few moments and start to shiver, his eyes darting around before he finally unfastens his safety straps and hooks a thumb. "I'mma go grab a few breaths of air." he'd announce nonchalantly mid-flight, before dangling out the side of the chopper. His adhestive fingers grip with such intensity that not even the winds are capable of pushing him off.

Eventually, they'd near their destignation, and in a motion of either insanity, Magnus plucks what was a grapple shot from his pack with one quick swipe and detaches from the side of the copter. On his way down, he hooks the edge of his shot with the landing skid of the chopper, lowering himself down to the ground and detaching the hook before the machine even reaches the helipad below them. Reeling the hook back in, he'd put the device away and look around, rubbing his hands together.

Ebreus boards the chopper without further any flash or show only snickering lightly at how animated his comrade for the operation was.