<strong>Name:</strong>Jake Prior<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Downwind the Gathering<br/><hr/><br/>Jake sighed as he continued to scan the huge...fuck fest gathering of wolves.<br/>He had to force himself to continue searching past all the hot women, equally handsome men, and as much pussy, titties, and ass he'd ever seen in one place.<br/>Though his mind was set on finding Jessica, his body felt differently.<br/>It has been a while.<br/>The last time he had any was before being deployed as a Ranger.<br/>After that, little contact with any female of any nationality, race, or ethnicity.<br/>No sex.<br/><br/>He had planned to get back a normal social life (or as close as one could get being an Inquisition member and all), but it fell through when he rescued Jessica.<br/>After that he became an "Uncle", even after losing her.<br/><br/>Jake suddenly shook himself and scooted behind the hill he was currently laying on to spy on the Wolves.<br/>How he had remained hidden for this long was beyond him.<br/>And with those thoughts suddenly creeping up on him...<br/>He was getting distracted.<br/><br/>Suddenly, his earpiece chirped.<br/>An incoming radio call.<br/><br/>Jake Prior put his Binoculars away and reheld his Assault Rifle in a non-threatening manner.<br/>He crouch walked a goodways away before hiding behind a tree, his Rifle aimed the way he had come but aware of his surroundings.<br/>He was, after all, somewhat infamous...and a human combatant near a gathering of Werewolves.<br/><strong>"This is Sword 1, standing by."</strong><br/><br/><strong><em>"Sword 1, this is Nighthawk actual. Have you checked out the site in question? Over."</em></strong><br/>Nighthawk actual was the code word for the intelligence hub for Home Base.<br/>They were the people whom had originally contacted him some 2 years back.<br/><br/><strong>"That's an affirmative, Nighthawk actual. You called it, a gathering of Wolves."</strong><br/>Jake spoke in as low a voice as he could manage, not having to talk very loud anyway since he was using a throat mix.<br/>His fingers touched one of two circular objects attached to his neck.<br/>He used his left hand, his right, holding up the Rifle, finger laying on the side of the trigger.<br/><strong>Be advised, Nighthawk actual, I have not. Repeat, NOT made contact with them yet. However, also be advised the King is here. I repeat, the King is here. How copy?"</strong><br/><br/>"The King is here".<br/>Amongst the Inquisition Nathaniel Grey was known as a Hierarchy leader.<br/>A Primary Target in their campaign against the wolves.<br/>Though not really seen as a King, the Inquisition would like nothing more than to replay JFKs assassination but with Nathaniel Grey in his spot.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Solid copy, Sword 1. Uhh...be advised, there is a mission change. You're no longer scheduled for evac. Make contact with the King and act as a representative of our Group. Mission details will be relayed to you once we've confirmed you've made contact. How copy?"</em></strong><br/><br/>Jake swore silently.<br/>Of all people they had to pick him to do this.<br/>Wouldn't an older member?<br/>A higher ranking member be of better use than him?<br/>He was still in the neutral of all this, he just wanted to find Jessica. Not jump through hoop after hoop to get a bunch of smelly Dogs to like him.<br/><br/>Yeah, I said it...DOGS.<br/><br/>He was still in America.<br/>He could ditch the plan, tell Nighthawk actual to go fuck themselves, and hoof it back to the nearest city.<br/>A memory of Jessica flashed before his eyes and he knew he couldn't do that.<br/>He'd be back at Square one, hunting down Inquisition members and wolves for information on Jessica's whereabouts.<br/>Only...it led him nowhere.<br/><strong>"Solid Copy, Nighthawk actual. Orders received and understood."</strong><br/><br/><strong><em>"Roger that, Sword 1. Be advised, weather update for your AO. AWACS on station to send traffic."</em></strong><br/><br/>Prior sighed.<br/>Mission change, and now a weather update?<br/>WITH an AWACS?<br/>How much did they actually gamble on this Gathering being what it is?<br/><strong>"Sword 1 standing by for traffic."</strong><br/><br/>A pause, then a new voice came on.<br/><strong><em>"Sky Eye to Sword 1."</em></strong><br/><br/><strong>"Sword 1, go."</strong><br/><br/><strong><em>"Sky Eye to Sword 1. Sorry to bring the worst news, but our radar's picking up a lot of static energy to the east of your position. Looks like a Thunderstorm headed your way."</em></strong><br/><br/><em>Oh that's just fuckin awe-</em><br/>Jake couldn't finish his thought.<br/><br/><strong><em>"No bearings on wind speed yet, but in about an hour you will no longer be downwind from your Objective. We recommend relocating to the other side of the encampment."</em></strong><br/><br/>If he didn't have to be quiet, Jake would've been pounding his head against the tree by now.<br/>One bad news after another.<br/>He was just about to turn his radio off and go rogue on this mission.<br/>Instead...<br/><strong>"Roger that, Sky Eye. Thanks for the update. Will be moving shortly, going back to radio silence. Over."</strong><br/><br/><strong><em>"Hope you brought your raincoat with you, Sword 1. We'll be on-station until 0500 Zulu time, then back to base for refuel. Good luck out there. Sky Eye Out."</em></strong><br/><br/>And that was it.<br/>Jake Prior was alone again.<br/>Alone and miserable.<br/><br/>Quietly going from a kneeling position to a standing one, he began to move around the Gathering, going from tree to tree. Checking his surroundings everytime he stopped or felt something out of place.<br/>Everything spooked him into stopping.<br/>Now...he could take the long way around and not be so spooked, but it meant possibly not beating the storm.<br/>In which case, he'd get caught.<br/>Sticking closer to the gathering meant he'd beat the storm, and possibly actually get his raincoat on, and not get caught...but the ratio of getting caught was much higher.<br/><br/>Jake's current plan was to make contact with Nathaniel Grey and Nathaniel Grey only.<br/>Hoping, his age made him wise enough to look passed past sins.<br/>Otherwise he was dead, regardless.<br/><br/>As he moved from cover to cover, there were times he swore he was done for, but no one came for him.<br/>The amount of luck he was having was being stretched very thin, and soon, he'd run out.<br/>Being from a Family of Hunters he grew up Catholic.<br/>The Inquisition being what it is, capitalized on Catholic teachings. Twisting words and Bible verses to get their members to truly believe Wolves were sent by Satan himself.<br/>Much like the Qoran against Americans.<br/>Jake, like any other child, found church and Mass boring.<br/>He skipped out on a number of sessions and was almost successful in not being baptized.<br/>Almost.<br/>But right now...Jake was apologizing for all those times, and pleading to God to allow him to sneak past the Wolves and remain hidden.<br/><br/>But...we all know how God works...