FANG HQ January 27th 11:43 The line of fresh recruits, mostly human, all wore white and blue jumpsuits, waiting for an officer to dismiss them for lunch. Alas, the officer wasn't what they expected, and the tense salute-like pose they bore quickly changed to one of confusion. A man approached them, wearing an old red revolutionary war jacket, refashioned to look slightly more clean and modern. Various weaponry was on his person, such as the M1911 on either side of his waist, the ACR hung from his back, and a machete tightly gripped in his hand. The strangest thing about this man however, was he lacked a head. Many of the recruits took a step back, unsure how to treat the soldier approaching them, many murmuring things like Where the hell is his head? Does that THING work for us? Think he can see us? The man stopped just short of the group, enough room for him to point his machete at each person, answering their questions. His voice was experienced, rough, and dry sounding. Gone. No, you sorry excuses of pig fat work for me. I am Agent Headless, Agent Horseman, or simply Agent H. And Final question, Yes Private Forester, I can see. Speak too, if your head isn't to far up your ass to realize it. As the machete pointed towards each person, the crowd took a step back, not wanting to be in the way of the sharp metal. Forester, the one Horseman addressed cleared his throat and took a step forward. Uh, Agent Headless, sir, we were waiting to be dismissed for lunch. If the headless man could laugh, thats what he was doing as the amused voice spoke back, motioning to the group to follow. The officer that would be addressing you today died two nights ago. Thats why you maggots came in a week early, and why I'm missing training right now. So lunch is pushed back until WE are done training. Canadian Forest January 25th Officer Henderson and his team of six other FANG soldiers quietly surrounded the small hut. In it, was believed to be a Warlock raising the dead. This was Hendersons last field mission, and by this time next week, he would be introducing recruits into the organization. He motioned for four other soldiers to follow him, while two others stayed back to cover their asses. The five soldiers approached the cabins door, two branching off to cover windows on either side of the door, the other two stayed behind Henderson as he kicked open the door. They rushing the room, the glass breaking the windows as the two other soldiers were ready to give covering fire to their officer. Surprisingly, the room held no life in it, but more surprisingly, the Warlock was dead. Torn to bits, his limbs scattered and his head chewed on like a puppy toy. Damn. Think one of his creations did it Henderson? Henderson knelt down over the head of the man and rolled it over, recognizing the marks, his eyes growing wide. No. Call in HQ, this is bad. What is it sir? Officer Henderson, something is out here with us. The scanner is going crazy, it can't- SHIT! A third soldier called from outside, but he was stopped short and he gave a scream. The team quickly left the cabin, and watched as one of the soldiers left to watch their back, was tossed from the shadows of the woods, and impaled on a tree branch. The team opened fired in the direction of where the body came from, and a creak gave way as whatever the hell it was uprooted a tree, and pushed it down towards the team. Everyone jumped out of the way, but it gave the monster time to snatch another soldier up and disappear into the woods. What the hell is that! Its him, the Bid Bad Fucking Wolf. Call in the chopper, lets get the hell outta here! No-We are taking him out. He killed two of us; we are killing him. The team silently agreed and took up formation as they followed the giant paw prints. The forest opened up into a clearing, in the center of the clearing, laid the soldier taken away from the team. He groaned, still alive, though his leg was missing. H-Help me. The team quickly neared, and a loud howl echoed around the clearing. Before a shot was fired, the wolf emerged from the forest, his claws swiping at two soldiers, hitting them aside. Henderson raised his rifle, but the wolf turned quickly, his tail swatting the officer aside. The massive wolf slammed his paw down onto the injured soldier, his ribs cracking under the weight. The other two soldiers opened fire, but the bullets only annoyed the monster as he snapped one up, his jaws cutting him in two. Henderson pushed himself up, and loaded a grenade into the underbarrel of his assault rifle, but by the time he looked back up, the battle was over. Henderson was the last of the squad, and he raised the rifle in a last ditch effort, but the wolf was already upon him. The paw pressed Henderson against a tree. Smirking at the old man, the wolf licked some blood from the old mans temple, then took a bite of his head. FANG HQ January 27th 12:01 Though the recruits trained only a little under fifteen minutes, Drake ached entire body ached. He was the first to spar with Headless, and he was on his ass in under twenty seconds. It was head to tell if the Horseman even broke a sweat, but it was clear he was enjoying it as he flipped, punched, and kicked the recruits like they were a vampire in the heat of battle. Headless was the first to head out for lunch, but Drake was nearly certain he wouldn't be seeing him in the mess hall any time soon. Drake headed out of the training room, limping slightly as he made his way to the cafeteria where already, several people were grabbing their food. Some of the more mythical creatures were eating as well, Drake spotted what appeared to be an ogre eating half a pig in the corner, a Harpy eating a salad on a ledge in the cafeteria, and two headed dog munching on some dog food. Drake quickly grabbed a tray, and looked around for a place to sit.