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"And if they come for you, they would come for all of us. We all have been effected." Allison says, trying to reassure him. "And I for one am not going without a fight."
 
He nodded and relaxed a bit. "Th-thanks..." He smiled softly.
 
He reverted abruptly, and to his knees, unconscious.
(I put in a save I have to make in my ability. after a certain time, he reverts and has to make a save. if he fails, he passes out.)
 
Xavier spoke then. "They'll find it a little hard catch you with their second best agent helping you. You're not alone in this, and I won't let them get away with anything if they try. Besides," Here Xavier grins, "Monica wouldn't stop pestering me until I freed her Uncle Werewolf." (Edit: before above post)
 
Volke is still leaning on Allison, trying to stay like that for a long as possible. After what happened here, Volke figures she needs practice getting used to being... non-harmfully physical.
 
Xavier sighs. "At least we're in a hospital. Smelling salts or a bed should be easy to find." He says, before lifting Allen up over his shoulder in a fireman's carry.
 
Allison helped Volke to walk after Xavier. She gave a look of concern "You aren't going to pass out are you?"
 
Volke thought for a minute. She decided to try complimenting Allison. "Not... not with you here." Of course, Volke was far too embarrassed to even look at Allison while saying this, and had a light blush on her face.
 
Xavier walked over to a nurse. "Excuse me, could I get some smelling salts or a bed please." The nurse looked concerned as she called for a bed. "Is he being brought in for medical attention? What's his medical history? Any aller-" "He's fine. He's just emotionally exhausted." Xavier interrupted. As a bed was brought, she looked unconvinced, but waved some smelling salts under Allen's nose after Xavier placed him on the bed.
 
As Xavier waited for Allen to wake, he noticed how close Allison and Volke were. He wondered if something was happening between the two. A marked change from the first time they worked together without Allen...

(Backstory Mission)

Xavier and Allison were looking into a pack of wolf NMCs. The local farms had been raided by 'larger, weird eyed wolves', so they were going in. Allison was in her blend-in gear, with the heavy armor in Xavier's sedan.
 
Volke stood behind Xavier on the left, her eyes darting around with light (healthy, or so she says) paranoia. Her blend in gear this time consisted of a pair of desert camo army fatigues and a black tank-top. She still hadn't figured out how to work a bra yet, so some times when she moved right....
In any case, she left the Dragunov behind. She wanted to try out her new Katana.
 
Xavier sighed. The NMCs hadn't shown up at all. Oh, there were strange tracks alright, but so far they hadn't led anywhere significant, and it was getting late. Close to where he'd have the group go back to the sedan, have Allison get her heavy armor on, and test out that new NM scanner. Wasn't sure if it would work or not. Supposedly if you put NM cells on it the scanner would find other NM activity, AKA NMCs. But it hadn't been field tested yet.
 
Allison was dressed in her brown hooded jacket, and green camo pants. She had her hood pulled up tight over her face and was standing at a mildly relaxed attention. She waited for Xavier to tell her more details.
 
"Alright guys, let's head back." After another half hour of searching. "It's getting late, so Allison, get your armor on while I see if that new contraption from R&D is any good." Xavier respected Kunihiko Maeda, but that didn't mean he liked field testing. They head back through the woods, reaching Xavier's sedan by nightfall.
 
Volke.. was honestly... annoyed. Not that she showed it. She never showed it. But she was annoyed. She hasn't been in a place with this many mosquitoes in... forever! She was annoyed. She wanted to just go. Leave. But she gave her word, and she didn't just drop things she said she'd do. And that annoyed her, too. Just like the Sedan. She'd rather have a truck. A big ol' Dodge Ram, rumbling under her nice, tight ass. Not that she believed what the store clerks said about her figure. Still, she was in that kind of mood that she'd even resort to new things, like repeating the gossip of others, to placate herself. To burn off her amazing heavy amount of annoyed.
 
Allison nodded at Xavier's order, a hint of a smile on her face. She went back to the sedan with them, a slight spring in her step, and retrieved her armor. She quickly donned it, slipping it on like a second skin. She felt right at home out here. Basic had been rougher than this.
 
"Okay. This," Pulling out a large device that looked somewhat like a bulky metal detector, "is _supposed_ to pick up NM activity, once it has some NM cells. Now, it only picks up active NM, so..." Xavier cut his thumb with a Swiss Army Knife, and smeared some blood onto the device. "Okay, Maeda said press this... then turn that and..." The device starts beeping. "Well, what do you know, it works!" Xavier stares at it a moment, then shrugs. "Looks like it's back to the woods, according to this."
 
"Nn," Volke grunted, following after Xavier loyally... but her frustration was starting to show on her brow. Her stomach was tense, and she was starting to become irritable.
 
After an hour's trek straight into the woods, they come upon a clearing where there are dozens of prey animal corpses in various states of decay. Xavier looks around a moment, then yelps and drops the device, which has started to emit sparks and smokes. "Well that can't be good. I'm gonna have tell to Maeda that his device busted. And he was so proud..." Xavier says. He shrugs, then asks, "You guys see anything?" (Spot, Listen, any other sense checks.)
 
Volke sees glowing green eyes from the woods and bushes, totaling 5. She hears a faint growling. Xavier calmly, clearly says, "York, Circle." Which tells Allison that their surrounded by enemies. She doesn't see or hear anything.
 
Volke twiched. She wanted to draw her sword. She wanted to hurt something, no... someone. She was mad, and she wanted to hurt, to maim, to crush, harm, destroy, KILL! And it was showing, when it shouldn't have. She was twitching, holding herself back from drawing her sword until she recieved the go-ahead.
They (she) knew where the opponents were, no point in tipping off the enemy. Really, did any enemy of hers deserve to know they were about to die? Not really.
Those were her thoughts, but... anger does tend to interfere with body and mind.....
 
Allison reached to unshoulder her shotgun, moving slowly. She had not taken the machine gun this time due to the impracticality of use in a heavily wooded environment.
 
Xavier waited until he could tell where they were, then with a calm voice, said, "Target, Bush A3." Letting Allison know he was shooting the wolf to her 3:00, so target something else. Allison could see some now, including the one mentioned. "Target A10." said Allison.
 
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