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−	<div></div><br> <br>The distress call goes out again, "Help.. We need help!! There coming... OH GOD THER-?" The feed cuts off as several message are sent out many of the capable people around. A team is complied by the big three and each member of the team is given the information on the all those chosen, The message each to each of them is too meet up with the others inside of Zephyr building for a briefing. The com crackles dead for each of them as they are given orders.<br> <br>Tyl first heard the call on his HAM radio, set up in his room back at home. He'd immediately suit up as his contacts from the Prometheans called him up and told him he could help out with the situation, packing his SMG, his hooked blade, his slingbow, and his stealth module. Unfortunately, he didn't have time to put on his full suit of armor, so his underarmor would have to do for this mission. He'd run out the door and move down the highway, headed for Zephyr HQ. Having quite the ways to go, he'd probably arrive after the rest of the group, unfortunately.<br> <br>The clitter clatter of plated hide can be heard against each and every hard surface the spidier woman crosses. Her dress leaves far to be desired, almost ironic as she is carrying a sewing kit and absentmindedly working on applying dyes to something. She stops and waits outside the Zephyr building, having skimmed the dossiers, she's sure who should be here, at least, but not entirely sure about anything else. "As long as they show up this is the right spot right?" she chitters to herself.<br> <br>Looking over the dossier, Arlan was less than pleased to note that most of this team would be Prometheans, at least Spade was someone he'd worked with in the field before.  With nothing else to do about it, Arlan stocked up on trouble-gear and reported to the briefing.<br> <br>Exiting the Zephyr building with a grimace, Aescher approaches Spade, recognizing them from the pile of dossiers he'd been handed over breakfast. The rat has an inordinate amount of gear attached to his form and a bolt-action rifle slung over his shoulder. He stops a short enough distance away that proper interaction is made difficult.<br> <br>Eri poked her head out of a nearby allyway looking up and down the street and scanning over the building's windows before she took her first step into the light. She was a leapord tauric woman no less then 8 feet tall dressed in a long black leather trench coat, with blood red leather trim that cut down the center of it's back where her tauric body would meet where the leather's flow down her body, the jacket be like a surcoat beyond that point. And inside the unzipped coat was a set of body armor with combat webbing. Her tauric half however was covered in what seemed to be modified combat webbing as well something fittings for a taur and custom made, of course, though it made her seem like a pack animal for weapons with holsters and satchels all over her. She also had a set of red tinted tea-shades over her eyes, as well as a massive holstered revolver on her hip outside of the jacket. In her hands was the biggest, black metal thompson submachine gun that could fit in a soldier's arms. A potent looking weapon none the less and didn't look like any ordinary Tommy-gun.<br> <br>As the group arrives a male human with large bunny ears growing out of his head, "Ah you've arrived." He looks over his own dossier to confirm the identies of the group. "Well I'm going to be frank with each of you. We have a very time sensitive mission. About three hours ago we sent in a team to answer a distress call thats been broadcasting over and over." He motions for the group to follow him, "Wait... Ones missing." He notices Tyl in the distance and leans his head to the side. "Alright. We are going to talk and walks follow me." He starts to walking with a sigh, "Alright we sent Team Squeaky Duck in to find out who was stuck in there and bring them back so we could innoculate them and get them in the swing of things. Now one hour in they were fine, then suddenly they mentioned a fog and their coms all went dead at once. We haven't had contact with them since. They traced the signal to A Business Complex just north of here called FES Systems. We want you to save them and find out what is going o our there because they were an ill-prepared scouting team. None of you should have the same problem." The bunny-eared man spoke simply, "Any questions?"<br> <br>Tyl caught up with the rest of the group and tried to fill himself in with what he missed. Wasn't hard, thankfully, due to the rabbit-man's repetition of the plan. Scouting team went missing, they were being sent in as backup to try to get them, and those who released the distress signal, out. He had no questions about the mission, but he didn't know much about his teammates. Noticing the files the others had, Tyl would request his own set to go over before they left, so that he may read over them on the way there.<br> <br>Spade cracks a smile as 'squeaky duck' is mentioned, following the large bunny to wherever they wish to bring them. "Not really, just go see whats wrong and bring people back if we can right?" she chitters. Her hands continue to work at her needle-work, her body producing threads for it's use. "When should we leave, is a better question, it's a time sensitive mission right? Is there transport?"<br> <br>"Are we being issued chemical warfare gear?  Because shifting shape into a killer whale isn't full protection for CBW attacks you know."<br> <br>"Are we being issued chemical warfare gear?  Because shifting shape into a killer whale isn't full protection for CBW attacks you know," Arlan stated with slight disbelief.<br> <br>Aescher keeps silent as he trails a small distance behind the group, listening to their questions attentively and offering none of his own. He takes the time he has seperate from the group to examine his rifle and move some of his smaller pieces of gear around for better access.<br> <br>Eri silently swung the heavy tompson machinegun over her shoulder and wandered out from the allyway and slowly followed after the group, pausing for a moment to beckon Aescher to follow along with a wave and a smile.<br> <br>"There will be Transports but considering we don't know exactly what happen to the agents we will have you dropped off before you reach visual range. No chemical warfare will be used not my call but those money grubbers above my paygrade don't see a reason you would need it." The speaker continued to walk as the group came up to a large military transport vehicle. "Now this part comes from me, If things get hairy and you can't save them, cut and run. Information that you may learn may help us to finally figure out what the hell is going on." He says as each of the group is helped into the tranport. "Come back soon." He finishes as the vehical starts up and slowly pulls off, northbound to FES. The Radio on the Transport cackles to life, "Help.. We need help!! There coming... OH GOD THER-?" Just as quickly as it came the signal dies again.<br> <br>Tyl listens carefully and grabs his dossiers, flipping the first one open and quickly scanning over it. Head would be raised only so he could step into the transport without falling flat onto his face. "Will do." he'd assure the rabit-man with a nod, before heading back into the dossiers and reading over them. He would make sure to hold onto Eri's at the end of this. Ear would flicker back and forth when the radio signal came in once more. Same as before, exactly the same. Prerecorded message? But that would mean someone had to set it up to repeat it...<br> <br>Spade frowns at the radio, chittering in annoyance as she puts away her kit and shakes her head, pulling out a gun and a small moai statue which she gives a few rubs to. "That sounds so odd." she finally says.	+	<div></div><br> <br>The distress call goes out again, "Help.. We need help!! There coming... OH GOD THER-?" The feed cuts off as several message are sent out many of the capable people around. A team is complied by the big three and each member of the team is given the information on the all those chosen, The message each to each of them is too meet up with the others inside of Zephyr building for a briefing. The com crackles dead for each of them as they are given orders.<br> <br>Tyl first heard the call on his HAM radio, set up in his room back at home. He'd immediately suit up as his contacts from the Prometheans called him up and told him he could help out with the situation, packing his SMG, his hooked blade, his slingbow, and his stealth module. Unfortunately, he didn't have time to put on his full suit of armor, so his underarmor would have to do for this mission. He'd run out the door and move down the highway, headed for Zephyr HQ. Having quite the ways to go, he'd probably arrive after the rest of the group, unfortunately.<br> <br>The clitter clatter of plated hide can be heard against each and every hard surface the spidier woman crosses. Her dress leaves far to be desired, almost ironic as she is carrying a sewing kit and absentmindedly working on applying dyes to something. She stops and waits outside the Zephyr building, having skimmed the dossiers, she's sure who should be here, at least, but not entirely sure about anything else. "As long as they show up this is the right spot right?" she chitters to herself.<br> <br>Looking over the dossier, Arlan was less than pleased to note that most of this team would be Prometheans, at least Spade was someone he'd worked with in the field before.  With nothing else to do about it, Arlan stocked up on trouble-gear and reported to the briefing.<br> <br>Exiting the Zephyr building with a grimace, Aescher approaches Spade, recognizing them from the pile of dossiers he'd been handed over breakfast. The rat has an inordinate amount of gear attached to his form and a bolt-action rifle slung over his shoulder. He stops a short enough distance away that proper interaction is made difficult.<br> <br>Eri poked her head out of a nearby allyway looking up and down the street and scanning over the building's windows before she took her first step into the light. She was a leapord tauric woman no less then 8 feet tall dressed in a long black leather trench coat, with blood red leather trim that cut down the center of it's back where her tauric body would meet where the leather's flow down her body, the jacket be like a surcoat beyond that point. And inside the unzipped coat was a set of body armor with combat webbing. Her tauric half however was covered in what seemed to be modified combat webbing as well something fittings for a taur and custom made, of course, though it made her seem like a pack animal for weapons with holsters and satchels all over her. She also had a set of red tinted tea-shades over her eyes, as well as a massive holstered revolver on her hip outside of the jacket. In her hands was the biggest, black metal thompson submachine gun that could fit in a soldier's arms. A potent looking weapon none the less and didn't look like any ordinary Tommy-gun.<br> <br>As the group arrives a male human with large bunny ears growing out of his head, "Ah you've arrived." He looks over his own dossier to confirm the identies of the group. "Well I'm going to be frank with each of you. We have a very time sensitive mission. About three hours ago we sent in a team to answer a distress call thats been broadcasting over and over." He motions for the group to follow him, "Wait... Ones missing." He notices Tyl in the distance and leans his head to the side. "Alright. We are going to talk and walks follow me." He starts to walking with a sigh, "Alright we sent Team Squeaky Duck in to find out who was stuck in there and bring them back so we could innoculate them and get them in the swing of things. Now one hour in they were fine, then suddenly they mentioned a fog and their coms all went dead at once. We haven't had contact with them since. They traced the signal to A Business Complex just north of here called FES Systems. We want you to save them and find out what is going o our there because they were an ill-prepared scouting team. None of you should have the same problem." The bunny-eared man spoke simply, "Any questions?"<br> <br>Tyl caught up with the rest of the group and tried to fill himself in with what he missed. Wasn't hard, thankfully, due to the rabbit-man's repetition of the plan. Scouting team went missing, they were being sent in as backup to try to get them, and those who released the distress signal, out. He had no questions about the mission, but he didn't know much about his teammates. Noticing the files the others had, Tyl would request his own set to go over before they left, so that he may read over them on the way there.<br> <br>Spade cracks a smile as 'squeaky duck' is mentioned, following the large bunny to wherever they wish to bring them. "Not really, just go see whats wrong and bring people back if we can right?" she chitters. Her hands continue to work at her needle-work, her body producing threads for it's use. "When should we leave, is a better question, it's a time sensitive mission right? Is there transport?"<br> <br>"Are we being issued chemical warfare gear?  Because shifting shape into a killer whale isn't full protection for CBW attacks you know."<br> <br>"Are we being issued chemical warfare gear?  Because shifting shape into a killer whale isn't full protection for CBW attacks you know," Arlan stated with slight disbelief.<br> <br>Aescher keeps silent as he trails a small distance behind the group, listening to their questions attentively and offering none of his own. He takes the time he has seperate from the group to examine his rifle and move some of his smaller pieces of gear around for better access.<br> <br>Eri silently swung the heavy tompson machinegun over her shoulder and wandered out from the allyway and slowly followed after the group, pausing for a moment to beckon Aescher to follow along with a wave and a smile.<br> <br>"There will be Transports but considering we don't know exactly what happen to the agents we will have you dropped off before you reach visual range. No chemical warfare will be used not my call but those money grubbers above my paygrade don't see a reason you would need it." The speaker continued to walk as the group came up to a large military transport vehicle. "Now this part comes from me, If things get hairy and you can't save them, cut and run. Information that you may learn may help us to finally figure out what the hell is going on." He says as each of the group is helped into the tranport. "Come back soon." He finishes as the vehical starts up and slowly pulls off, northbound to FES. The Radio on the Transport cackles to life, "Help.. We need help!! There coming... OH GOD THER-?" Just as quickly as it came the signal dies again.<br> <br>Tyl listens carefully and grabs his dossiers, flipping the first one open and quickly scanning over it. Head would be raised only so he could step into the transport without falling flat onto his face. "Will do." he'd assure the rabit-man with a nod, before heading back into the dossiers and reading over them. He would make sure to hold onto Eri's at the end of this. Ear would flicker back and forth when the radio signal came in once more. Same as before, exactly the same. Prerecorded message? But that would mean someone had to set it up to repeat it...<br> <br>Spade frowns at the radio, chittering in annoyance as she puts away her kit and shakes her head, pulling out a gun and a small moai statue which she gives a few rubs to. "That sounds so odd." she finally says.<br> <br>"So, what do you folks think, we intentionally being lured into a trap or is this just one of these freaky, so-far-beyond-feral things we have to deal with today?" Arlan considers out loud.  "My money is on it being a trap."<br> <br>Aescher looks uncomfortable in his seat as the vehicle rolls to the drop off point. He squirms in his seat and looks a little sick as the vehicle hits repeatedly hits bumps and potholes in the road, though his ears angle towards Arlan when he mentions a possible trap. "Probably," he murmurs. A rat of few words, clearly.<br> <br>Eri didn't say anything, and didn't opt to not take this bunny eared man's help inside. But rather simply gets a running start before gracefully jumping up on top of the transport on her own. The feline quietly curling up her tauric half while her upper body sat up and alert. And as the transport left and was on it's way, throughout the ride the loud machine gun would be heard. From outside as she fired at what occasional ferals she spotted for target practice.<br> <br>The drive is pretty mellow  most of the skunk girls and raccoon guys seem to pay little mind to the Transport as they continue on north. One of the drivers give a chuckle at Arlan's comment, "That is how I got my first mutation. I was starving from not rationing my MREs well enough and there was a cleaned out candy store. I walked into it after seeing a large delicious bar just sitting on the ground in the shape of a finger. I didn't care I walked up and bent over to pick it up. THere was half a dozen chocolate bunny that wanted to feed me. To this day I can't even eat candy without crying.." The chocolate bunny driver said as the sounds of machine gun fire reach his ears. "You crazy bitch. Keep it down!" The driver shouted, "We are are on a scount and rescue mission not a hunting trip." Diver slames on the breakes hard enough to rock the tranport before slamming on the gas again. An hour of driving had passed before the convoy stop just before  they reached the turn to get to FES building.  "Alright everyone. We will be parked here till you need us. You have eight hours  till we consider you MIA or KIA." The bunny says with a serious expression. Just a few hundered feet away, The large building loomed. Its windows were cracked, the door dented in from the outside and looks like some fire damage from the outside. The only sign of life outside of the building was a few large trees.<br> <br>Spade looks to Eri curiously, not quite approving of the random target practice, but not really willing to stop them. She listens to the drivers time estimate and looks around. "Well.... maybe I could fly over it and check it out?" she questions out loud to herself, not entirely sure she wants to be the first to go anywhere near the building. She looks to the others for ideas.<br> <br>"Okay, who's in charge of thinking?" Arlan begins asking, "Because my thinking is that we need low-profile, exterior recon before we consider how we get in.  Emphasis on the low-profile since they're probably trying to lure us into a trap or ambush.  It's been long enough since the distress started and the last team got here that I really doubt rushing in quick will help anybody."<br> <br>Tyl perked his ears and smiled as Arlan mentioned 'low-profile' and 'recon.' "That sounds like me, then. I'm scentless, I'm practically invisible when I need to be, I'm silent and agile as you'd expect a feline to be. Don't worry about the bright colors... they won't even see a blur." he'd brag with a chuckle. "Which, upon my approval, seems to make you in charge of thinking by default." he'd add with a nod conveying his confidence in Arlan's planning abilities.<br> <br>Aescher bobs his head in agreement as Arlan speaks. The rat shoulders his weapon and moves a little away from the group to look around the area, gaze often moving right back to the building and regarding it with suspicion in his eyes. The rat makes sure his rifle is loaded and waits for somebody to make a move.<br> <br>Eri was quiet displeased with the driver's skill at making her miss. Though she said nothing at all, but rather simply jumpped from the top of the transport to join the party.<br> <br>As the team is planing little else happens before each of their coms fires up with the same distress call. The wind blows little else seems to be harrasing the group as an almost serene peace is over the otherwise horrible looking building.<br> <br>Tyl looks around the building from where he is, his ears and eyes flickering about rapidly as they fully absorbed the area to the best of his ability. With the attention-grabbing -schling- of his hooked blade, Tyl began to point out the positions where he thought enemies may be hiding. A few spots on the first and second floors, and in the trees around them. This very much seemed like some kind of a trap, but something was very odd. It wasn't localized, what he heard. It was spread out through the entire area. "It's like... this entire area is breathing." he'd whisper to his team mates. "I'll... Go ahead, sure. But maybe being cocky isn't the smartest. Here." he'd continue, before beginning to strip out of his bright, shiny clothing, until he remained in just his skin-tight black underarmor and shoes. "Anyone got a bag for this?"<br> <br>Spade grumbles and turns off her com unit, seemingly annoyed by the message. "I think I see movement over by that tree." she says pointing it out. "But... it might be the tree itself, I'm not sure." she chitters lowly, just enough that others in the group can hear. She readies herself for combat, and looks about the area for anything else of interest, keeping an eye on the location she'd seen movement warily. She also, takes a listen for whatever it is Tyl just heard. She at first ignores the offered carryables, and then opts to take them hastily with a snatch of two legs, before she stows them.<br> <br>"The whole area is hot?  Freaky.  New plan, someone sets up to take a pot shot at one of the trees we think is either concealing, or is, hostile.  The rest of us wait in ambush.  Who's got HE or something good for smashing a tree, only me?" Arlan considers out loud before transforming into something far less vulnerable looking than a human.<br> <br>Eri leveled her oversized Tompson on the poor tree though she merely silently wandered over to it with slow careful steps keeping an eye out for traps or mines as she quietly wandered over to her position.<br> <br>Aescher listens as Arlan speaks and shakes his head. "I don't wanna attract the attention of whatever did this. I still want to get these people back if we can." Weapon raised the rat follows Eri, watching her back in case of trouble<br> <br>As the group moves around the building and inspects every nook and cranny of the perimeter. There is a sound of a slowly hissing  coming from somewhere inside, the sound is extremely loud at first then calms down before fully fading away. The trees no matter how hard they are glared at do not move an inch.

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Revision as of 10:04, 29 April 2013

Participants

• Aescher
• Arlan
• Eri
• Kilsa
• Spade
• Tyl

Date

29/4/2013

Log

The distress call goes out again, "Help.. We need help!! There coming... OH GOD THER-?" The feed cuts off as several message are sent out many of the capable people around. A team is complied by the big three and each member of the team is given the information on the all those chosen, The message each to each of them is too meet up with the others inside of Zephyr building for a briefing. The com crackles dead for each of them as they are given orders.

Tyl first heard the call on his HAM radio, set up in his room back at home. He'd immediately suit up as his contacts from the Prometheans called him up and told him he could help out with the situation, packing his SMG, his hooked blade, his slingbow, and his stealth module. Unfortunately, he didn't have time to put on his full suit of armor, so his underarmor would have to do for this mission. He'd run out the door and move down the highway, headed for Zephyr HQ. Having quite the ways to go, he'd probably arrive after the rest of the group, unfortunately.

The clitter clatter of plated hide can be heard against each and every hard surface the spidier woman crosses. Her dress leaves far to be desired, almost ironic as she is carrying a sewing kit and absentmindedly working on applying dyes to something. She stops and waits outside the Zephyr building, having skimmed the dossiers, she's sure who should be here, at least, but not entirely sure about anything else. "As long as they show up this is the right spot right?" she chitters to herself.

Looking over the dossier, Arlan was less than pleased to note that most of this team would be Prometheans, at least Spade was someone he'd worked with in the field before. With nothing else to do about it, Arlan stocked up on trouble-gear and reported to the briefing.

Exiting the Zephyr building with a grimace, Aescher approaches Spade, recognizing them from the pile of dossiers he'd been handed over breakfast. The rat has an inordinate amount of gear attached to his form and a bolt-action rifle slung over his shoulder. He stops a short enough distance away that proper interaction is made difficult.

Eri poked her head out of a nearby allyway looking up and down the street and scanning over the building's windows before she took her first step into the light. She was a leapord tauric woman no less then 8 feet tall dressed in a long black leather trench coat, with blood red leather trim that cut down the center of it's back where her tauric body would meet where the leather's flow down her body, the jacket be like a surcoat beyond that point. And inside the unzipped coat was a set of body armor with combat webbing. Her tauric half however was covered in what seemed to be modified combat webbing as well something fittings for a taur and custom made, of course, though it made her seem like a pack animal for weapons with holsters and satchels all over her. She also had a set of red tinted tea-shades over her eyes, as well as a massive holstered revolver on her hip outside of the jacket. In her hands was the biggest, black metal thompson submachine gun that could fit in a soldier's arms. A potent looking weapon none the less and didn't look like any ordinary Tommy-gun.

As the group arrives a male human with large bunny ears growing out of his head, "Ah you've arrived." He looks over his own dossier to confirm the identies of the group. "Well I'm going to be frank with each of you. We have a very time sensitive mission. About three hours ago we sent in a team to answer a distress call thats been broadcasting over and over." He motions for the group to follow him, "Wait... Ones missing." He notices Tyl in the distance and leans his head to the side. "Alright. We are going to talk and walks follow me." He starts to walking with a sigh, "Alright we sent Team Squeaky Duck in to find out who was stuck in there and bring them back so we could innoculate them and get them in the swing of things. Now one hour in they were fine, then suddenly they mentioned a fog and their coms all went dead at once. We haven't had contact with them since. They traced the signal to A Business Complex just north of here called FES Systems. We want you to save them and find out what is going o our there because they were an ill-prepared scouting team. None of you should have the same problem." The bunny-eared man spoke simply, "Any questions?"

Tyl caught up with the rest of the group and tried to fill himself in with what he missed. Wasn't hard, thankfully, due to the rabbit-man's repetition of the plan. Scouting team went missing, they were being sent in as backup to try to get them, and those who released the distress signal, out. He had no questions about the mission, but he didn't know much about his teammates. Noticing the files the others had, Tyl would request his own set to go over before they left, so that he may read over them on the way there.

Spade cracks a smile as 'squeaky duck' is mentioned, following the large bunny to wherever they wish to bring them. "Not really, just go see whats wrong and bring people back if we can right?" she chitters. Her hands continue to work at her needle-work, her body producing threads for it's use. "When should we leave, is a better question, it's a time sensitive mission right? Is there transport?"

"Are we being issued chemical warfare gear? Because shifting shape into a killer whale isn't full protection for CBW attacks you know."

"Are we being issued chemical warfare gear? Because shifting shape into a killer whale isn't full protection for CBW attacks you know," Arlan stated with slight disbelief.

Aescher keeps silent as he trails a small distance behind the group, listening to their questions attentively and offering none of his own. He takes the time he has seperate from the group to examine his rifle and move some of his smaller pieces of gear around for better access.

Eri silently swung the heavy tompson machinegun over her shoulder and wandered out from the allyway and slowly followed after the group, pausing for a moment to beckon Aescher to follow along with a wave and a smile.

"There will be Transports but considering we don't know exactly what happen to the agents we will have you dropped off before you reach visual range. No chemical warfare will be used not my call but those money grubbers above my paygrade don't see a reason you would need it." The speaker continued to walk as the group came up to a large military transport vehicle. "Now this part comes from me, If things get hairy and you can't save them, cut and run. Information that you may learn may help us to finally figure out what the hell is going on." He says as each of the group is helped into the tranport. "Come back soon." He finishes as the vehical starts up and slowly pulls off, northbound to FES. The Radio on the Transport cackles to life, "Help.. We need help!! There coming... OH GOD THER-?" Just as quickly as it came the signal dies again.

Tyl listens carefully and grabs his dossiers, flipping the first one open and quickly scanning over it. Head would be raised only so he could step into the transport without falling flat onto his face. "Will do." he'd assure the rabit-man with a nod, before heading back into the dossiers and reading over them. He would make sure to hold onto Eri's at the end of this. Ear would flicker back and forth when the radio signal came in once more. Same as before, exactly the same. Prerecorded message? But that would mean someone had to set it up to repeat it...

Spade frowns at the radio, chittering in annoyance as she puts away her kit and shakes her head, pulling out a gun and a small moai statue which she gives a few rubs to. "That sounds so odd." she finally says.

"So, what do you folks think, we intentionally being lured into a trap or is this just one of these freaky, so-far-beyond-feral things we have to deal with today?" Arlan considers out loud. "My money is on it being a trap."

Aescher looks uncomfortable in his seat as the vehicle rolls to the drop off point. He squirms in his seat and looks a little sick as the vehicle hits repeatedly hits bumps and potholes in the road, though his ears angle towards Arlan when he mentions a possible trap. "Probably," he murmurs. A rat of few words, clearly.

Eri didn't say anything, and didn't opt to not take this bunny eared man's help inside. But rather simply gets a running start before gracefully jumping up on top of the transport on her own. The feline quietly curling up her tauric half while her upper body sat up and alert. And as the transport left and was on it's way, throughout the ride the loud machine gun would be heard. From outside as she fired at what occasional ferals she spotted for target practice.

The drive is pretty mellow most of the skunk girls and raccoon guys seem to pay little mind to the Transport as they continue on north. One of the drivers give a chuckle at Arlan's comment, "That is how I got my first mutation. I was starving from not rationing my MREs well enough and there was a cleaned out candy store. I walked into it after seeing a large delicious bar just sitting on the ground in the shape of a finger. I didn't care I walked up and bent over to pick it up. THere was half a dozen chocolate bunny that wanted to feed me. To this day I can't even eat candy without crying.." The chocolate bunny driver said as the sounds of machine gun fire reach his ears. "You crazy bitch. Keep it down!" The driver shouted, "We are are on a scount and rescue mission not a hunting trip." Diver slames on the breakes hard enough to rock the tranport before slamming on the gas again. An hour of driving had passed before the convoy stop just before they reached the turn to get to FES building. "Alright everyone. We will be parked here till you need us. You have eight hours till we consider you MIA or KIA." The bunny says with a serious expression. Just a few hundered feet away, The large building loomed. Its windows were cracked, the door dented in from the outside and looks like some fire damage from the outside. The only sign of life outside of the building was a few large trees.

Spade looks to Eri curiously, not quite approving of the random target practice, but not really willing to stop them. She listens to the drivers time estimate and looks around. "Well.... maybe I could fly over it and check it out?" she questions out loud to herself, not entirely sure she wants to be the first to go anywhere near the building. She looks to the others for ideas.

"Okay, who's in charge of thinking?" Arlan begins asking, "Because my thinking is that we need low-profile, exterior recon before we consider how we get in. Emphasis on the low-profile since they're probably trying to lure us into a trap or ambush. It's been long enough since the distress started and the last team got here that I really doubt rushing in quick will help anybody."

Tyl perked his ears and smiled as Arlan mentioned 'low-profile' and 'recon.' "That sounds like me, then. I'm scentless, I'm practically invisible when I need to be, I'm silent and agile as you'd expect a feline to be. Don't worry about the bright colors... they won't even see a blur." he'd brag with a chuckle. "Which, upon my approval, seems to make you in charge of thinking by default." he'd add with a nod conveying his confidence in Arlan's planning abilities.

Aescher bobs his head in agreement as Arlan speaks. The rat shoulders his weapon and moves a little away from the group to look around the area, gaze often moving right back to the building and regarding it with suspicion in his eyes. The rat makes sure his rifle is loaded and waits for somebody to make a move.

Eri was quiet displeased with the driver's skill at making her miss. Though she said nothing at all, but rather simply jumpped from the top of the transport to join the party.

As the team is planing little else happens before each of their coms fires up with the same distress call. The wind blows little else seems to be harrasing the group as an almost serene peace is over the otherwise horrible looking building.

Tyl looks around the building from where he is, his ears and eyes flickering about rapidly as they fully absorbed the area to the best of his ability. With the attention-grabbing -schling- of his hooked blade, Tyl began to point out the positions where he thought enemies may be hiding. A few spots on the first and second floors, and in the trees around them. This very much seemed like some kind of a trap, but something was very odd. It wasn't localized, what he heard. It was spread out through the entire area. "It's like... this entire area is breathing." he'd whisper to his team mates. "I'll... Go ahead, sure. But maybe being cocky isn't the smartest. Here." he'd continue, before beginning to strip out of his bright, shiny clothing, until he remained in just his skin-tight black underarmor and shoes. "Anyone got a bag for this?"

Spade grumbles and turns off her com unit, seemingly annoyed by the message. "I think I see movement over by that tree." she says pointing it out. "But... it might be the tree itself, I'm not sure." she chitters lowly, just enough that others in the group can hear. She readies herself for combat, and looks about the area for anything else of interest, keeping an eye on the location she'd seen movement warily. She also, takes a listen for whatever it is Tyl just heard. She at first ignores the offered carryables, and then opts to take them hastily with a snatch of two legs, before she stows them.

"The whole area is hot? Freaky. New plan, someone sets up to take a pot shot at one of the trees we think is either concealing, or is, hostile. The rest of us wait in ambush. Who's got HE or something good for smashing a tree, only me?" Arlan considers out loud before transforming into something far less vulnerable looking than a human.

Eri leveled her oversized Tompson on the poor tree though she merely silently wandered over to it with slow careful steps keeping an eye out for traps or mines as she quietly wandered over to her position.

Aescher listens as Arlan speaks and shakes his head. "I don't wanna attract the attention of whatever did this. I still want to get these people back if we can." Weapon raised the rat follows Eri, watching her back in case of trouble

As the group moves around the building and inspects every nook and cranny of the perimeter. There is a sound of a slowly hissing coming from somewhere inside, the sound is extremely loud at first then calms down before fully fading away. The trees no matter how hard they are glared at do not move an inch.