June 28th 2016 6 PM FANG HQ The HQ was buzzing with activity. A recent attack and death of a high value target has had the base on high alert, many of its soldiers and agents are prepared to be shipped out on various missions around the globe. The firing range sounds like a continuous thunder storm, as each lane is filled with someone practicing their weapons. The apposing side of the room is where the rest of the soldiers are training, using swords, hammers, claws, and in some cases, baseball bats against realistic sparring holograms. The intelligence branch of the building is just as loud and busy. A scientific lab is struggling with a strange beast as they try to restrain it. One scientist is yelling "Watch out for the manticores tail! One barb and it will paralyze-" He was cut short as a small needle from the tail fired from the tail of the monster and stabbed into his throat. Meanwhile, the cybernetic core seemed to be working on a large robot of sorts, in one hand it held what looked like a minigun, with another longer barrel in the middle of it. Its free hand had a shield attachment, which a group of welders worked on. The last part of the building was the quietest, though it was still busy. The library was filled with scholars, monks, and various people wearing suits as they looked around for boots under the watchful eye of what appeared to be Medusa, although she had a pair of glasses over her eyes to stop from turning the other FANG members into statues. The rest of this branch was filled with offices, where interns hurried about, carrying papers from office to office. One intern hesitantly stopped at an old wooden door. He knocked and a gruff voice inside answered. Don't just fucking knock, come on in if you have the report. The intern hurried in and set the report on the desk of a rather muscular body of a man. The intern seemed to stare at where the mans neck shouldve been, but instead it was smoothed over, as if he was born without a head. A tag sat on his deck, growing dusty from not being cleaned in so long, and it read Agent Headless Horseman. The intern said nervously; The report came back positive sir, you were right. It was the Wolf. The fur sample matched. When am I ever wrong? Never sir! Miss Eliza is putting up a task force, with you in command. The details of the mission are in the files. She has a list of the crew she wants you to take. Tell her dont bother telling them. I'm going to choose my own team, like usual. Yes sir! As the intern turned to leave, a bell rung around the entire compound. It was lunch time for the FANG agents and soldiers. The majority of them would be heading to go grab some grub before tonights training sessions. Agent H wouldn't be partaking in lunch, partially due to him not having a mouth to eat, but mostly due to him being extremely busy.