<strong>Name:</strong>Jake Prior<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Natasha<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Woods<br/><hr/><br/>Jake politely kept his mouth shut while Natasha spoke, offering her a friendly smile and nodding here and there to show he as attentive.<br/>In his mind he cursed his luck.<br/>Of course, there would be those who were not aware of their situation as a Wolf.<br/>And of course he'd be found by one of them.<br/><br/>When she was done speaking, he gave a somewhat slow nod.<br/><strong>"Well...those're some pretty specific questions. You must've given some of your School Teachers hell with the wanting to know every detail bit."</strong><br/><br/>He allowed her to move closer, but did not move closer himself.<br/>Jake kept himself planted where he was, cradling his Rifle in his hands as if standing guard were all he was doing.<br/><strong>"First things first...I'm not a Wolf. I <em>was</em> an Inquisition Member. A Hunter. Your enemy. I come from a long family line of them dating back to the original Roman Army. I ran away from the life in hopes of living the way I want to but it caught up."</strong><br/>He paused there having a sudden flashback of back then.<br/><strong>"Second, I represent an organization that has existed since the Cold War. A neutral party to both sides but with enough firepower to defend itself. "</strong><br/><br/>Then the wind shifted.<br/>But only slightly.<br/>His welcoming and polite demeanor dropped into an unhappy frown.<br/><strong>"Goddamnit."</strong>He muttered.<br/>Jake backed away from Natasha and put his back into the tree.<br/>He didn't want to get surrounded if EVERYBODY came running.<br/>But it surprised him when only one showed up...for now.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Nathaniel & Natasha<br/><br/>It was Nathaniel Grey.<br/>THE Nathaniel Grey.<br/><br/>Inwardly, Jake Prior's mind sparked.<br/><br/>Days and Days and Weeks and Weeks and Months...of staring at Nathaniel Grey's picture.<br/>Feeling a reconstructed fake skull structure of the Man's face.<br/>How he transformed into the Wolf.<br/>How he transformed back.<br/>How he moved.<br/>How he spoke.<br/>His History.<br/>Who he killed.<br/>How he did it.<br/>His injuries.<br/>His scars.<br/>The locations of said scars.<br/>The Inquisition trained<em>every</em>member of their Hit Squads<em>every</em>detail they had on Nathaniel Grey.<br/>So when the day came that they needed to identify a target that<em>could</em>be him.<br/>Identify a<em>body</em>that<em>could</em>be him.<br/>Identify a body<em>part</em>that<em>could</em>be him.<br/>Identify a charred husk of human/wolf meat that<em>could</em>be him...<br/>They could do it in a matter of seconds and be a hundred percent sure of their answer.<br/>No hesitations.<br/><br/>And the training was torturous.<br/>A good 5% went Mad and was locked up in asylum or simply put down.<br/><br/>If Jake didn't have total control over his body this would have been a very short meeting.<br/>Because Jake was a hundred and ten percent sure, this was Nathaniel Grey.<br/><br/>As Nathaniel ordered Natasha to step away, he pushed himself off of the tree and moved forward a bit to allow Grey to circle him.<br/>As if to say that he wasn't afraid of the Beast, even with his back turned.<br/><br/>"A lone Hunter."<br/><br/>The young soldier heard Grey's first words towards him.<br/>He didn't move, nor release his hands from his weapon, which he still held in a non-threatening manner.<br/>Nor did he speak.<br/>Though he was no Wolf, he used his senses to keep track of the Legendary Wolf as it circled him.<br/><br/>Prior forced himself not to roll his eyes as Nathaniel spoke.<br/>If this had been a movie Prior probably would have forced a fight out of the old Wolf.<br/>Stopping him from creating a Monologue.<br/><br/>"Who are you? Clearly you're either replaceable to the Church or an Idiot. Either way there's no point in killing you."<br/><br/>Grey stopped in front of him with his arms crossed.<br/>They locked eyes for a while, before Jake spoke.<br/><strong>"First of all, the Inquisition has always been reckless and desperate. I don't know if you've noticed the faggots walking around in White Trench Coats armed with nothing but, at the most, two pistols and dual blades."</strong><br/>Jake didn't hold back on his words. Nor was he kind with his opinions.<br/>He was right, though.<br/>Lately Jake had been seeing more wanna-be Dante douche-bags than real Hunters.<br/>Real Killers.<br/><strong>"Second of all, if I were still with the Inquisition and wanted you dead it would've happened a long time ago and half this Gathering would've been covered in dead bodies from a missile strike."</strong><br/><br/>Ever since the ending of Operation Iraqi Freedom and the Sane minds of the US Government, a lot of American Soldiers went rogue and went on to do mercenary work using their Military skill set.<br/>A great number of Pilots also followed and flew sorties all over the world, and weren't afraid to drop bombs in any country including their own.<br/>Fortunately, most Americans didn't have that kind of cash to be able to even<em>think</em>about contacting said Mercenary groups.<br/>Jake seemed to have saved up enough for one Airstrike, though only God know specifically what type.<br/><br/><strong>"I was what you would call the Delinquent of the group. They gave me orders, I did whatever the fuck it took to get it done. Against you, it would've been a single shot from a Rifle made to put down Tanks from a mile away."</strong><br/><br/>He paused there.<br/>Since he was already found there was no reason to hide himself from anyone anymore.<br/>Jake released his weapon, which went slack and hung from his shoulder strap.<br/>He fished out his Cigarettes from his pocket, Marlboro Ice Blast, and lit up, taking in a drag.<br/>The young man exhaled through his nose, and then pinched on the indicated spot to break the capsule within the filter.<br/><strong>"Third. Church didn't get rid of me. My last assignment they ordered me to put down a 10-year-old girl. A wolf who didn't know what she was and harmed no one. She had survived the massacre of her Family and fled to LA."</strong><br/>Jake felt the anger within him begin to rise up. as he explained himself to Nathaniel Grey.<br/>He had nightmares of that time.<br/>Journal entries of that time.<br/>A photo he kept on him at all times.<br/>The young man took a deep drag of his cigarette, trying to calm his nerves and keep a cool profile.<br/><strong>"I tracked her down to a Warehouse on the docks. When it came time to do it, I couldn't. I've made a lot of mistakes in my life, Mr. Grey. Thankfully, killing Children was not one of them. At least five Inquisition Agents died to my Shotgun that night, the rest went with the Warehouse when the C4 charge I set went off. Total of 12. I abandoned them, because they were acting just as bad as Al-Qaeda with the Muslim religion."</strong><br/>He paused.<br/><strong>"That was three years ago. Who am I?"</strong><br/>24601<br/>Jake finished his cigarette and flicked it into the woods somewhere.<br/><strong>"I'm Sergeant Jake Prior with the Lycan Armor Brigade. It's the name of the Organization I'm with. I think it's a little corny, but whatever. If you know the name Prior, my family has a long history of Hunters all the way back to the original Roman Army. If you know my full name, it's because I tortured that Wolf in the Middle East a few years back. The Brigade sent me here to see what the Gathering was about. The Mission changed a few minutes ago and now they want me to act as a Representative on their account."</strong>