Lock smiled, and shook her head. "No sir, nothing major has occurred." She turned towards her partner, and gave him a slight nod. She then turned back towards the pub owner with that same charming smile of hers. "There has been sightings of a wild animal in the area. One which may be a danger to locals and livestock." The vague description the Agent had given the pub owner had been fully intentional. The fact that she did not include that said creature could possibly be something of myth. Was a reasonable way of not raising too much suspicion. After all, who would believe that Scotland yard would be chasing after a hell hound?<br/><br/>All the while as the Agents continued to converse with the pub owner. Strike Team Romeo were positioned in a holding pattern right outside the forest. Their leader, Commander Fox, held a crude map in his hands. "Sir, what are you thinking?" Inquired one of the squad members. Fox shrugged and turned to face his team. "It would seem that this place isn't fully mapped out. Looks like who ever was in charge of doing the surveillance had a better time with their bloody thumb stuck up their ass." He sighed, and placed the map in one of his belt pouches. The size of the forest was daunting, and by any means ones which would easily deter any inexperienced would be hiker. Yet Romeo Squad consisted of a seasoned team. Whom all had experience tracking and hunting down "wild game."<br/><br/>Fox took one last glance up towards the treeline of the forest. "Alright lads, we're burning daylight, move out!" He motioned with his hands for them to follow as he stood up, and began to lead his team into the thickness of the woods. The team moved swiftly and silently through the wood. Headed by Fox himself, his team in many aspects could be compared to a pack of wolves as they tracked down their prey. Each man knew his role, the position of each of his squad mates, and most of all their trust in their brothers. As Fox lead his squad, he noticed something out of the ordinary. In a swift motion he clenched his fist and raised it in the air. The traditional military signal for "hold!"<br/><br/>"Sir?" Fox turned his attention on his team. "Tracks, big ones." He pointed down towards the paw prints left in the ground before him. His squad mates nodded as they took notice of the tracks. "Continue to follow sir?" One of his squad mates inquired. Fox nodded and glared around at the surrounding woods. "Right." He didn't like these woods, nor did he think it was a strong idea for his squad to venture any further. Yet he knew he had a job to do, and Fox was one to not allow himself to show fear. No self respecting Squad Leader in C.U.L.T allowed themselves to heed to such base instincts. The concept of fear being one of those instincts. This was the one personality trait that each squad leader shared. The ability to put their own concerns of fear behind them, and focus on the operation at hand. For they were the tip of spear when it came to C.U.L.T's operations, and they knew it.<br/><br/>He raised his hand once more, and signaled with a slight wave of his hand for his team to follow. The tracks continued to lead on as they ventured forth deeper and deeper into the woods. The treeline above them began to grow thicker and the sunlight above all but be blocked out. Again, the constant nagging at the back of Fox's mind, a common placed question of "what the hell are you doing!?" He ignored it, and trusted it as they stepped through broken branches and old shrubbery. The trees around him were the first thing he noticed a change in as they encroached further into the woods. They seem to take on almost a life of their own. Faces etched into the base of their trunks. The sense of a strong aura permeated through out the area. He even swore he heard the whispers in the wind, calling out to things foreign in nature. He shook it off though, and turned back towards his squad mates. He could see on their faces that they too questioned the reality of their situation, but again. They would not falter, and would not stray from their current position. Fox smiled, and turned back towards the front. They were good men, each one of them a strong fighter, and a relentless tracker. He thought back to the day they were offered this operation. The chance to hunt a hell hound, a creature merely spoke off in myth and legend. Maybe it was his urge to claim such a prize that drew him to this op, or maybe it was the fact that he himself felt a kindred responsibility. To the beasts that call the woods their home.<br/><br/><br/>Back at the pub, Lock and Lou were still in a conversation with the pub owner. "Do you know if there is anyone in the town who would have experience with strange happenings in the town?" Inquired Lock who had now walked around the pub a little. Lou, was seated near the bar. His eyes focused on the several home brews, and local drinks that probably required one to have a strong gut. He turned towards his partner and gave her a slight nod. "Indeed, that and maybe someone that has a strong understanding of local...wildlife. Maybe a hunter or woodsmen?"