[b]Jon and Karnage[/b]

Zesiro frowned deeply. He felt stranded. His companion, the new girl, was keeping quiet beside him. He was supposedly second in command, but, that was bullshit. MERCY should just be re-named the TWAIN-Brigade. Zesiro was at a loss in this situation.

"Whatever." he finally said. "Lets get the hell out of here. You guys go first, head to the ah... Castle... I guess." He looked out into the snow, wondering where the roar had come from. Was it something like thunder, where, if you counted the space between the sound and the light you could tell how far away it was? "Quick."

[u][i][b]Vata & Alexavier.[/b][/i][/u]

"Soooounds like a plan!" Twain turned toward the castle, pointing to it in the distance. "That looks like our best bet. Lets go!" And he trudged through the snow toward the castle. The three men would follow beghind Alexavier and Vata.

[u][i][b]Charles Balderdash[/b][/i][/u]

TIGER was a highly specialized team. They all dressed in similar dark gear with many pockets and plenty of extra munitions of all sorts. They trained together closely and were a truly cohesive unit. Much of this was thanks to the grueling expectations of their leader.

Charles was not part of this team. He was simply hitching a ride with them. Charles was newly assigned to MERCY. 

They were on their way to the location of MERCY. Somewhere in the middle-of-nowhere Russia. 

From the cockpit, a steady stream of angry Spanish curses emanated. The soldiers shifted like grass in the wind, but, they were accustomed to this type of event from their 'Den Mother'. They knew that they were safe, she reserved her harshest opinions for...

"[i]Dios Mio MERCY![/i]" Rozalind left the cockpit with her fists clenched. She was wearing the unmarked black swat-suit that all the other members of TIGER were wearing, but without her head gear her long red hair tumbled freely around her shoulders. It was like a lions mane, and her black eyes flashed with a predators annoyance. She had skin the color of dusk and freckles across her hawkish nose. Her black eyes landed on Charles.

"Charles." She sat down next to him, crossing her arms and legs. Even in her battle gear she moved with elegance that was usually only observed in ballrooms. "Are you sure you want to join MERCY? You should request a transfer. Idiots. They are not responding to our calls and we can't get a clear fix on their location."

Charles might have heard that Rozalind herself had been a member of MERCY before being assigned to lead TIGER.