"No. But keep what I said in mind. You are dismissed." Center was at least trying to be stern and fair in his duty. Perhaps if Gath does very well, Center can make a deal with him.

Everyone else either can practice in the shooting range or relax in the recreational lounge. The recreational lounge contained exercise machines and television. Shooting range was heavily regulated like the armory and was right next to the armory. Function was the main goal of the base. Form over that was a losing strategy. As long as all were at their best behavior, nothing should be wrong.

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Charles went exploring through HQ, he noticed Dilana heading away with the ghoul and he figured he would get his chance to prod it soon enough if they didn't kill it. So Charles decided to drop his gear off his gear in his quarters, put on a normal sleeveless blue shirt and took the crossbow with him to find an appropriate lab. He smelt the thick cigar smoke coming from the lounge as he approached it and knew who must be in there. He entered and said "Do you know where there are any lab's around here? I don't know how the fuck this thing works" He said holding up the crossbow.

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Charles walked up to one of the tables in the room and set the crossbow down sitting down, directly across from Gath. "Where do you think i am from?" He said lighting a cigarette. This man knew nothing about him, or his past. At least he wasn't forced into being here because of his own stupidity. Basically Charles wasn't gonna let this man just shit on his face.

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Charles cocked his head to the side a bit letting smoke fall out his mouth. It was obvious this guy was looking for a fight, Charles just wasn't sure if he knew who's door he was knocking on. "Shut the fuck up you convict peca Europeu de merda. You don't know me or anything about me, I look at you and see trash boys from my childhood wouldn't even wipe there asses with. Id love to see you try to touch me." Charles stood up and grabbed the crossbow. "I'm taking this to my quarters, When I get back we can test you theories." He went to do as he said he would and when he returned one of the bartenders told him that if they were gonna fight here he would get both of them written up, apparently there was a gym with a ring we could spare in. Though spare isn't the word he would have used himself, he looked over at the big man still puffing on his cigar. "So what do you say? Want to prove what you said about juicing me? Prison rules of course. In France we don't use gloves generally." Charles walked out of the lounge yelling back "Ill see you there if you not a pussy!"

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Charles was waiting in the gym shirtless revealing the scars all over his body, he was wrapping his hands up waiting for Goliath to get ready. The guy sure was a cocky mother fucker, he would be glad when the man quit talking through his ass and realize he was about to get a real fight. Charles popped his neck and stretched while he was waiting for Gath to get in the ring, and he wasn't gonna hold anything back, as he was sure the other man wouldn't either. One thing was for sure, Gath looked mad and that made Charles smile for a brief moment.

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Charles dodged the half-hearted punches and took one of the opportunities to slip under Goliaths arm, swinging a punch at his kidney as well as sweeping his foot back to catch the foot that was off balance and send him on his back. Charles had waited for what he thought was the perfect moment, if the man rolled out of it he would try something big, but if the fight went to the ground this battle was gonna go on alot longer. Goliath wasn't necessarily strong but his shots were a little off, either a moment to earlier or a moment to late and Charles felt like he might be able to just wear the guy out without even hurting him. The look in Goliaths eyes as he swept his foot back told Charles that wasn't the case.

Goliath wildly swings with a drunken rage. Charles was able to take him down with the sweep as the punch did not knock out Goliath. The sweep allowed Charles to gain the edge. Whether he would end the fight or kick the giant when he's down was up to Charles. Goliath could get up to retaliate or just give up if he desires. Goliath was down but not out.

Charles jumped on top of Goliath and started hammering elbows toward Goliath's face without even looking with his head out of the way tucked down to the left he couldn't see much. He then push himself up with his left arm, and made sure Goliath didn't have a chance to swing. He then let his head arc and slammed his forehead into Goliath's making a smacking definitive sound as there heads connected. Charles then stood up before walking away he looked down at the man and kneeled back down next to him. "I'm Brazilian you piece of shit, we speak Portuguese." He then walked out of the ring leaving the man were he was.

Well. Will had been promoted to corporal, just for his first mission. He felt great. He didn't go and celebrate in the bar with everyone else-He wasn't a drinker-So he just went to the shooting range to practice shooting and possibly knifing. He walked in, wearing a regular ParaCom suit.

He pulled out his knife, threw it at the head of a target and walked over to it. Pulling it out, he stabbed it in the neck, the head and the heart. Then he practised slashing. Needless to say, William was skilled in knife fighting. All from his days at war.

Putting his knife away, he stood back and practised his aim with a pistol.

Meanwhile Xavier was in the barracks, cleaning and tuning up his rifle, it having been a habit since his old one always misfired or jammed. His teammates always told him he spends too much time with that dam rifle, but personally, he didn't care. He was just cautious over everything, and God knows what will happen when they run into something that's not ghouls. He sighed, smiling weakly as he slide the scope back on his rifle after inspection, laying it beside him. Having already checked his pistol, Xavier pulled out what his ex-CO of his old unit gave to him, a chopper style, homemade machete. When he first received it back when he was 17 it was so dull it couldn't even cut butter, but after being sharpen everyday, Oteino is positive this baby can cut through his own guns. Still, it killed time for waiting for either his mother or father to write, or for a mission. He grabbed a whetstone beside him, sliding his blade across the tough rock, causing a rough spark to go across it, repeating this process over and over.

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Act 1, Chapter 2---Tehran Terror

March 8th, one week later. The weapons fragments were studied as well as the ghouls both dead and alive. It was discovered that the ghouls have a hive mind and from their conclusion, something or perhaps someone was leading them. Autopsies report that they have enhanced senses which help them aim after they miss. The nervous system was well developed for the purposes of maintaining the body even after the organs cease functioning, meaning severing the nervous system is the best way to kill them. The interrogation had the captive ghoul suddenly possessed, with eyes and skin glowing yellow and red respectively, and spoke with an otherworldly and raspy voice. "You humans think you are scientists, warriors, and priests! But to us you are nothing more than youngsters with sticks! Your filth defiles the very fabrics of reality. I would spit upon you all if I could! Let this be a warning for what is to come!" The knowledge extracted helped in understanding the principles of the weapon fragments and the crossbow, assuming it was handed over to the scientists. The ghoul possession stopped and it dropped dead after the interrogation was done.

A new arrival came and she visited the living quarters to make herself at home. She was a tall Russian woman named Alina Ivanova and her rank was lieutenant. After packing her heavy weaponry in the armory, she then announced, "Center referred me here. As lieutenant, I will be his voice when he's not present. Any questions?" She did not whatsoever accept subordination in the face of adversity and took the job rather seriously.

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Charles sat on toward the front of the room some blood on his face from a hit Goliath had landed. He tasted some blood as he took an unhealthy drag of his cigarette and glanced to the back of the room were Goliath had just made a comment. "See you'd have to stop being Chicken shit to get out of it... That would be why they gave it to you in the first place." Charles chuckled and took another unhealthy drag, Goliath wasn't the only one that could hold a grudge for no reason, Charles just hoped the commanding officer wouldn't started riding them for it. Charles believed Goliath could be a good person, underneath all that con.

William shook his head at Gath and Charles's antics, staying silent. He was still wearing the standard Paracom outfit. There had been no need to put on anything different. If one cared about looking stylish in an environment like this, they were fucking bonkers. So were Charles and Gath. They were fighting fucking paranormal beasts for gods sake, it was time to kill enemies. Not eachother.

He sighed deeply and fiddled with the collar on his suit.