[b][i]Killers[/i][/b] [b]Mar Sara, Unknown Location[/b] [i]Wolf sat atop a cliffside in the desert, several miles away from where he had killed the man he was contracted to kill. He had snapped the images and taken the man's identification mementos to return as proof to the feeds. Simple enough job, not quite as bad as he thought it would be, anyways. He sat sharpening his khukri on his shoulder plate, cloak over his head. He wasn't much for shooting a man in the back, but sometimes the honor code couldn't translate to the battlefield. He'd done his job, the man was no more. He would wait to contact the Russian who had sent him, and would hopefully get another assignment. As he sat silently, before him, in a shower of sparks and bolts of electricity, Alex Wilson walked forwards, in all of his gear. His Browning was aimed towards the sky, his cloak blew calmly behind his back, exposing part of his arsenal. He held his arms in a mock-shrug, looking to the man before him.[/i] Look at you kid! Ain't been here a week and you're -blam!-ing killing people! You make me proud. Got a reason you're here? [i]Wolf said nothing.[/i] It's about Dad isn't it? No. The Empire. I'm here for the same reason you are, problem is, they aren't easy to find. You mean you found one? Yeah. Who? Hallwinter. The -blam!-? Ginger. OOOOOOOOH. Really? I thought he got -blam!-in' killed... Nope. That's a lead, kid. Know where he's at? No. I've been hunting for a while, finally got my kill. Good for you. Who you playin'? Feds. Better resources. Ah. Good plan. Get in contact with them and let me know what's going on. If you know where Hallwinter is, tell me. Understood. [spoiler]Open to Feds on the radio.[/spoiler]