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"The sewers will be cramped.. How are we going to navigate the as a four-man group? Beyond that, Our gunfire will attract any more of them, if there are any, right? We need a defensive maneuver in place. Low-light to no light would lead to a sound and thermal type adaptation.." He points out, looking around the town. Why don't we discuss this over lunch or something.. I'm starved.."
 
"Well we could combine work with lunch, if you don't mind hospital food..." Xavier said, a light tone on his voice despite the darkness in his eyes. Monica shivers slightly, as memories of their last visit to the Manhattan Community Hospital come to mind... The terror of that night still echoes in Xavier and Monica's minds.

Xavier was running, Monica on his back and a .45 in his right. The night had started well, going to an outdoor concert in the park with his brother and family. But then the woman in red had appeared on stage, and it all turned into hell...

People transforming into monsters, or worse, dissolving into goo and being collected by the woman into something massive... Xavier had been jumped by something with claws and fangs, but a quick bullet through the throat ended that, years of FBI training and performance coming in handy. But that was enough distraction to keep him from stopping the tragedy happening just in front of him. Malcolm, his brother who'd dedicated his life to peace and had never lifted his hand in violence, had been twisted into a monstrosity that had torn his shocked wife and son apart. Malcolm turned to Monica, and lifted a claw to strike. No time to properly aim, just point and squeeze, gut and instinct guiding Xavier. The bullet struck it between the eyes, giving Xavier enough delay to put himself between a stunned Monica and the claw before gravity completed the swing. The bladed digits tore into his side painfully, slicing through his favorite trenchcoat, but he'd had worse. After Malcolm fell over, Xavier turned and started firing, emptying his clip into the closest monsters. More gunshots rang out, and he turned his head to the sound. A blonde woman was here as well, wearing a white shirt under matching brown leather jacket and pants. Once the bullets stopped flying and the people turned monsters lay dead, she walked over, gun lowered but ready. Xavier got up, wincing at the pain in his side, and checked Monica over. Nothing was wrong except the shocked look in her unstaring eyes.

"What's going on?!" He asked the woman, pulling his FBI badge to show he wasn't playing around. The blonde woman pulled a badge of her own. NYPD. "My name's Aya Brea. And I'm trying to find out. A woman in red should have appeared here. Can you tell me where she went?" Xavier angrily pointed east of the stage. "She went that way, after turning almost everyone into goo or monsters! Now explain!" The woman shakes her head. "I don't really know myself. She _was_ Melissa Pearce, but now calls herself Eve. I've gotta follow her and try to stop her." Aya runs off, and Xavier turns to Monica. He hugs her tightly, and she clutches him tightly, tears pouring down her face. "Shh... It'll be okay. I'll protect you, I promise." He picks her up and puts her piggyback, where she clutches him tightly.

The hospital had been overrun, and worse... Xavier shook his head to clear the memories, and Monica started on her homework.
 
Volke voices a few questions, an analytical look in her eye. "Any intel on the sewers? Structure, maps, potential hiding spots, dangerous areas?" Volke knew there was a chance they'd be going down there. If they were dark, damp, and dreary tunnels, there always was.
(As far as blending goes, Volke's haversack is compartmented and padded to hold the parts for her Dragunov. The Hades is hidden with Sleight of Hand skill. She's still wearing what she wore on the plane, so she's pretty blend.. able? blendifying? .... Whatever.)
 
Xavier taps the left leg of his glasses, and presses his earpiece.
"Well Alice? Got anything for us?"
"Sending it now X. It's not much..."
Xavier looks it over.
"Not as much as I'd like. We've got the main sewer area, but... a decent amount has been changed or lost in the sewer system since the NY Blockade. And nobody has been in a rush to explore it, according to Alice."
 
Allen growled. "Then we'll need a lot of defensive and precautionary measures."
 
"Understood."
Volke grabs a ziplock bag with a turkey and cheese sandwich in it from her sack. She considers her options, and ends up tossing it to Allan. "Eat."
 
Allen's Backstory:
Allen came from a 'simple', but cold martial family. His father and fathers before him were marines, spec ops, seals, anything that shot a gun for a country or a high paying customer. His mother was a black belt in Akido. He was agile, but had nothing remarkable in the name of strength. When he couldn't keep up with the training regiments, his father actually disowned him, believing he didn't need a 'weak' child. For a while, Allen was homeless and a pickpocket. It was at that point he was taken in by a small but powerful gang, the Red Wing Battalion, Led by a young woman (only 16 at the time, Allen being 14.), but the 'face' of the group being her older brother Vlad.(a 24 year old general badass, but she could easily take him down. He looked better as a 'leader' to show other rival gangs.) He was quickly treated as family and formed a strong bond with the group, and fell for Luna (He's unsure if he loves her after the past few years, with the passing of time.), to whom he rose through the ranks to be her bodyguard. Halfway through his seventeenth year, he met a genetic scientist who offered him and his group 500,000 dollars if he would volunteer for an experiment in the next coming weeks. He agreed, wanting to pay back the kindness he had received, despite being a bit wary about the amount and what it could do to him. Two days before the operation, Luna found out and confronted him about it. After a long debate, she said she would do the experiment with him, and because of this, became an NMC as well. He has no idea where she is, but harbors a good amount of self-hatred for what he feels he caused. Allen's form became that of a dark, almost armored wolf-type creature. What made him different from other NMC's however, was his mind. Although his mind was clouded, he could understand how to use weapons and basic technology, using traps to evade and capture his (at the time) prey, although he could easily use brute force. He gave Xavier and Allison one Hell of a run finding him, and found the strength to suppress his powers. however, it had changed his physical appearance and a bit of his mental stability. He was soon contracted into MIST, though he remains highly suspicious of the organisation. Which is why he made made note of all the functions of the MIST building while working there in his journal, a keepsake he kept even as an NMC. He has a high respect for Allison and Xavier.

Allen Examines it closely after catching it. "Hm?"
 
Volke stares at him, her eyes boring into his. In them was the kind of steel you'd point at a man's throat and demand money with. "Your stomach will give away our position. Eat." She... thought this was a big deal, and was ordering him to eat despite her lack of authority to do so. Although, considering her preference for sneaking around, her attitude wasn't completely unreasonable... just mostly.
 
He nodded and took a huge bite from the sandwich, finishing it quickly. "Thanks.. I needed that."
 
Xavier shakes his head, remembering when it was the other way around. He and Allen had been investigating near a ghost town in Nevada. Allison had been sent to help deal with a NMC that was formerly an elephant in a circus. Volke had been following them, and...

(Backstory Mission)

Xavier nodded, hearing Allen mention his ideas on what the NMCs were.
"Yeah, they probably were horses or mules. Alice says there isn't anything in the database though, so they're brand new. Joy, huh?" Xavier says, casually leaning against his black sedan. The NMCs had rammed his car while he and Allen were still in it, but the reinforced vehicle (Thank FBI paychecks!) had weathered the beating. It'd still be a pain to get repaired, but they weren't trapped in the desert at least. The NMCs had run off after he and Allen had started shooting them.
 
(backstory)
Allen nodded and sighed, flipping through his journal. "You have to admire their tenacity though.." He commented as he readied his gun. "Shame most of them hardly have brains at all.." He finished, his bag stocked with food and water.
 
Xavier nods, hefting a bag of his own. On the bright side, they didn't have to worry about the public in this ghost town they were investigating. On the dark side, they didn't have any backup. Oh well, he and Allen would make do. He was leaving the car here. It was only a mile, and he didn't want to risk the NMCs smashing it any further.
 
Allen began following him shortly after, taking the safety of off his m16. "Ready when you are"
 
Xavier nods, walking towards the town. It was nice, the peace and quiet. Shame about having to break it. But strange sightings had been seen in this area, and vehicles had been colliding with 'shadowy figures' that left them wrecked. And apparently cattle and horses had gone missing. Food supplies for the livestock in the immediate area had also gone down. And now there had been two killings. He and Allen had triangulated the information to this ghost town. Time to see if their work paid off.
 
As the two walked in through the rusty, broken down gates of Sumberville, they took in the scene before them. The houses were not in good shape, the sand and wind having stripped them of their paint. The town was small enough that the courthouse was within sight from where they stood, but they could not get an accurate count of buildings. There were quite a few corpses strewn about the place. They looked trampled. Heads crushed, spines broken, arms and legs bent is wrong directions or just plain missing. Some seemed to having their guts dragged along for quite a ways before the blood trail ended with an intestine. Or two.

From the house on the right, a low growl comes through a broken window.
 
"Allen! Get ready, busting the door!" Xavier says, pulling his Falcon and kicking the door. He hoped that whoever was inside could be saved. The NMCs outside and dead usually meant that an even stronger one took offense, and then...
What he saw, he didn't expect.
 
"Relax, it's Miss Volke." He bent down and took out food and water. "Here, you can't be dying on me the second time I meet you."
 
Allen sighed and smiled a bit, propping her up so that her body wouldn't be too sore when she woke up, putting down fruit, a ham sandwich, water, and some cold milk.
 
Xavier pulled some smelling salts out of the bag he carried.
"This should wake her." He said as he waved them under Volke's nose. He was curious why Volke was all the way out here.
 
Volke's nose twitched. Ham. White Bread. Apple. Water. Milk. Food. Her head snapped up, her dry lips pursed and a wild look in her eye.
The last time she'd been this hungry.. the last time she'd been too proud and ended up like this was during The Training. Memories of those horrid days flooded her mind. Food. Eat. Drink. Kill. Survive.

She lunges for the food, snatching them and making a b-line for the stairs, roughly knocking Allan over in the process.
 
He winced and hit his head hard on the floor, wincing and just laying there for a moment. "Am I really THAT bad with women?"
 
Xavier shakes his head.
"No. That was... instinctive. Didn't really notice either of us."
He offers a hand to pull Allen up.
"Come on. Let's follow her."
 
As the two get to the top, they see the apple core laying in the hallway, and the empty milk carton a little ways further down. All four of the doors were open... save for the one on the far left. The one that, if they strained their ears, they could hear munching sounds were coming from.
 
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