William took out his silenced pistol. "STOP FIRING, YOU TWO!" He took aim at the ghoul's wrists, both of them, moving closer and closer. He shot at a wrist then ran towards the hideous thing, holding it at gunpoint. "FREEZE OR I WILL USE EXTREME FORCE!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, aiming the pistol at the ghouls head. Hopefully, it understood and didn't try to pick up the crossbow. He kicked the crossbow away.

Though, it probably didn't speak English anyways.

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"Boy's you never heard of test subjects? Back when I work'd for America, we had lots of em."
Picking up the crossbow and putting it on his back, he picked the ghoul up by the throat looking into his eyes. "If we don't fix his leg... we'll probably only have about 30 minutes." Charles went into his med-kit and pulled out a small can with a spray nozzle on the top. "I guess this would be the best time to test this" He aimed at the ghouls shredded leg and covered all the bleeding parts. A lump covered in ice is what this ghoul had for a leg now, the good news was it looked like the bleeding had almost totally stopped, but the ghoul wasn't thanking him it was laying there thrashing at him trying to take a small chunk out of his own legs. Apparently the procedure had been far from painless but what did he care? Charles put out his now spent smoke on the ghouls forehead. "Worst mistake you made today was not using an arrow on your head." A dark deep chuckle escaped his lips "We're gonna have some fun with you." Charles started picking up the thrashing cursing ghoul.

"GOLIATH!" Xavier yelled jumping over cover and running at the big bastard, drawing his pistol out to lock on the back of the large man's head, glaring through his iron sights on him. He would put up with the big bastard's snared comments about the unit, when he talked about Kenya, or his people he would step up, but aiming or attacking the team is where action was demanded. He stopped a couple feet away, growling in his low, raspy voice, "Put. The. Knife. Away."

William rose up, staring at Goliath. His eyes weren't angry. They weren't sad. They were just dissapointed. Pulling out his Paracom standard issue combat knife, he held it backwards. "Don't fucking try it, Gath. Don't even fucking try it." He said, stopping after each word. They had just fought against a common enemy that, in the future, would need teamwork. If this was the way it was going to be, this would be terrible.

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Xavier shook Lazar's hand, his grip shaking and tight as his eyes burned on Goliath, his nostrils flaring with his pistol never letting down for a pause before quickly being put back in it's holster, growling as the big bastard past him, promising, "One more snide comment and you'll have your own cigar burning into your chest." He turned to Lazar, nodding his welcome before quietly saying, "We need every soldier we can get unfortunately, though not a madman." He snarled the last four words, his eyes back to glare on Gath his body tense, yet challenging. Really, he needed to be reprimand after the mission was over, he knew, but this was the farest he ever seen Gath go, and he was tired of it.

The ghoul didn't even try to make a run for it or resist. It was fully captured and was ready to be transported to HQ's Paranormal Containment Facility. For the ghoul, it was damned if it did and damned if it didn't. The mission was a complete success!

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Charles looked up at Lazar "Well im not sure if he's all that comfortable... but id say he was ready to load up ya" He looked back to Gath as he walked into the small encampment there. Charles fished in his pocket for a data pad and entered Gaths info into it before picking the body up and carrying it away. You never knew when you needed to know everything you could about someone, he would have to keep a close eye on the man... if he could take his eyes off this ghoul for a moment. He looked over at Dilara "What you think's inside that hunk of meat?" He asked as they carried it on the stretch to the shuttle.

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Charles chuckled "I meant the ghoul, he can be dealt with in plenty of ways" He said pointing his chin at Gath. He wondered what the ghouls chemical makeup was? Or where its organs were placed... What they all saw as a product of war, he saw as a medical scientific advancement. The DNA that makes up this ghoul for all they new could be totally different from there own, it seemed the possibility's would be endless... if they didn't fuck it up along the way.

Will walked to the transport ship, leaning near the entrance. "Let's get everyone in, mates." He said. "Especially the ghoul wanker." He took off his helmet, holding it in his hand. His black hair finally getting freed as brown eyes scanned the area. Looked different without the advanced HUD of his helmet. Twiddling with his knife and waiting for everyone to get in, he recalled Gath. He was a madman.

Hopefully he didn't 'joke' about attacking a teammate again.

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Xavier made his way back to the transport, slowly walking into the craft after shouldering his rifle, grumbling about not enough meat bags lying on the sandy shores. He nodded to William as he leaned against the entrance, speaking quietly, "Next time, make sure a knife goes into his gut." Otieno's eyes still darkened with anger over the bigot's words, his short patience for such prejudice having disappeared since hearing Gath talk from the very beginning though he was slowly getting over himself. Looking over, he saw the big man over at the shores, asking William, "Any idea what he's doing?"

"Resupplying? Getting food? Honestly, mate, I don't know." William walked into the ship and sat on a seat, holding his high tech helmet close. They had survived the first mission. No casualties. No wounded. It was an almost perfect start to the ParaCom project. If only Gath wasn't so violent, this would be a perfect start. The promotion some of them would get was a bonus, too.

With that, Will dozed off into his own little world.

Charles answered "To try and see what he can find in there store rooms i bet. Aren't these creatures just odd? Remember when we used to write novels about beasts like this? In France we didn't get to see any of this, can you believe that after month's stationed there? Not a creepy creature or a crazy crossbow anywhere." He then took the crossbow from his back. "Does anyone know anything in particular about these things?" He said examining the crossbow lightly. With his visor he could see into the object and the mechanisms there seemed almost alien. He stared at it hard for a moment and took his helmet off letting his hand go to his mouth as it normally did when it was exposed and he was pondering something.

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The VTOL ship was just about ready to deploy. Once the team was back at the base in the USA, Main Officer Arnold Bradley, code-named Center, was to debrief and promote the soldiers who earned them. Back at the base...

"So far we have done a decisive victory. With another exemplary performance, we will for sure turn the tables against the supernatural. They will never know what hit them. Burkley and Northway, you are to receive promotions to Corporal. Golubic, Burük, and Gath are to get promotions for their actions, but Gath, I have some words for you. The rest of you are dismissed."

Once all the other soldiers were dismissed, Center would warn Gath of his behavior. "Please do not loot abandoned areas next time. If you were to do that when the civilians were near, it would have tarnished our reputations and cut our funding. That funding is your paycheck too! Acts that lack professionalism are not tolerated in ParaCom and compromising your duties compromises your money. Keep that in mind because they invest trillions on us." He was disapproving because he felt unprofessional behavior would tarnish not just the public image, but also the funding.

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