Baxter dashed behind a small strut which was offering very little cover as it was, wedging himself even further. He thought it best not to come back with some kind of snappy come-back and debated on what he was going to do.

"Hey do you guys wear all that armour all the time? That must be really bad for your skin." He said as he began to fiddle with a UV grenade in his hand. "I think you need to catch some more rays." Afterwards he threw the grenade out into the open. When it exploded, the light intensity was most like looking directly at the sun if it were only centimetres away. Using this he quickly attached his repelling cable to the stairwell frame and went down all the way to the bottom where he had originally encountered resistance.

As he pushed through the door on his way to the hangar there was one guard about to draw his weapon, but Baxter ran across the wall, pushing off it to the side kick him in the face. He then proceeded towards the hangar whilst getting his operator on the line.

"Start up the hangar elevator and doors." He demeaned.

"Sir, that's going to take some time."

"Just do it!"

Meanwhile as he was running and attempted to hack into the hostile comms and begin to play: 'Why can't we be friends'

"For a start you shot 2 guards. why couldnt you have come through the Reception like everyone else. " Katya joked into the comms.

Florida was blinded. "Fucker!" His visor did soon adjust to the light but he was still down for a bit. He opened his Comm channel. "He's headed to the Hanger! Someone shoot this fucker in the face for me!" He grabbed his rifle and started running after Baxter. Then he heard the song playing. "Damn fuck shit damn asshole." Ford was in a bad mood, he was going to make this guy pay.

He ran past the out cold guard, still a pulse but he had to keep moving. He landed in the hanger and saw Baxter. Florida hated the fact that he got blinded to a guy that uses one liners. He didn't wait to start shooting, He made sure the shotgun attachment was loaded and started to fire the dragons breath loads at him.

Baxter ran into what would pass as a troop transport and sealed the door behind him. He then ran into the cockpit and began to spin up the rotors. The alarm began to sound as the hangar bay doors began to open and the elevator began to ascend. Within a minute the rotors had gained enough speed and he began to take off.

The flames start to grow, a deathly orange sparkle beneath the chained feet of the unfortunate vampire. The human around seem as if in a trance, watching, unable to tear their eyes away. Hands lift in prayer and joy at the terrible scene, and the humans see demonstrated the end of their suffering and the might of the Purge and their omnipotent god.

A chord struck in Mithias, a chime of disgust and disdain. Humans truly were so decrepit and heartless, indulging in the suffering of a helpless being, satisfying their sense of entitlement. They didn't deserve this planet all to themselves. Something had to deliver to them true justice, something had to make them responsible.

Knowing he could not be traced, Mithias used his ability to call to the flames, draining away their heat until they faded and went out completely. For a moment, the vampire stopped screaming, dropping its head wearily in exhaustion, or unconsciousness. The crowd seemed confused and displeased. Whispering started, and among the words uttered, Mithias heard "...another vampire... downstairs... prisoner... to be executed one at a time." It appeared the Purge had more than one vampire captive. As the Purge altermen tried to re-ignite the flames of holy justice, Mithias made sure the priest caught fire, feeding the flames rapidly over his robes until it consumed him. Additionally, he spread fire to the rest of the building, to the curtains, walls, and anything he could easily alight.

It would be the perfect distraction. Humans were losing their focus and began fleeing, this time allowed to escape for their own safety. If Mithias could rescue that vampire, he could question him. Who knows what secrets the poor creature had learned as a prisoner.

Suddenly, the Purge had a change of plans. They had played around long enough. An armored paladin lept onto the stage, slaying the vampire with a long, sharp, blessed cross-shaped stake through the chest, then immediately proceeded to hack off its head with a sword. They must have thought the vampire had somehow managed to start the fires. With fire extinguishers, they put out the rest of the flames.

Fuck. At least perhaps the death was more merciful, but now the only chance Mithias had at gleaning any more information was to try to find the other vampire prisoner that had been spoken of. He joined the crowd in its haphazard meandering toward the exits, then ducked out to head downstairs.

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The Purge agents in the room with Hank both pulled their guns on Tony. "Drop your weapon!" One instinctively called.

The other was a little more rational. "US Navy? ...Navy? Seriously." He smirked. "The Purge only answer to God, my friend. Seeing as 'thou art human,' we don't want to kill you. You still have a chance at redemption, unlike this apostate soul." He kicked at Hank. Seeing Tony wavering, he went on with a sly smile. "Yet the Lord is merciful. We're going to give him one last chance to serve before we send him to Hell. He will tell us where the others are hiding and then be a subject in our next experiments. Why don't you watch, Marine. You ever hear a vampire beg?"

Two other Purge paladins showed up at the door behind Tony and the other agent in the room took Tony's gun. "Have a seat." He said while forcing Tony into another chair adjacent to Hank and handcuffing him easily.

The other agents backed off and closed the door to the interrogation room. There were no windows, but a small camera hung in the corner of the ceiling. One of the two agents puts a silver blade in Hank's face. "I'm going to righteously enjoy this."

Just as they got settled, there was a soft thump outside the door, something almost unnoticeable. The Purge agent paused, as if a sixth sense were warning him of what was about to happen.

The door slid open again, but this time, it was dark on the other side.

They pulled their guns. "Fucking vampires." Hank couldn't possibly have been right. "Show yourself heathens!"

Faster than Tony could fully perceive what was happening, a man with a black jacket, white hoodie, and blue jeans dashed into the room and grabbed onto the first agent. In a flash, he spun him around and grabbed his arm, pointing the gun he held at the head of the second agent. Of course the agent fired, shooting his friend in the head and spattering brains and blood on the back wall. Fangs sank into the agent's neck, tearing through skin and muscle easily and deeply. Mithias muffled the man's screams with his other hand as he held him and drank. In only a few moment, the man passed out and was dropped to the floor.

Mithias turned around, some blood on his lips and looked at the only other vampire in the room. His firey eyes were hidden by a muted dark brown color and his skin looked amazingly alive. Mithias had done a good job of disguising himself, but there was no doubt it was him. Quickly he shot a glance to the camera in the corner and shot it. "Damnit." Mithias said softly.

"Hank. I can't believe it's you I'm finding down here right now." Mithias busied himself with freeing Hank with the key he had taken off the guards outside. Before he could finish, the door automatically slid shut and locked. Mithias flew to it to stop it, but was too late. "No!" He grit his fanged teeth. The room began flooding with holy vapor. "It's a failsafe, designed to kill us." He turned to Hank again. "Got any ideas?"

Silver sat motionless, staring down at her feet and hands. Her bed and the walls of her room displayed her latest fit of rage. The room itself was small, containing a simple bed and a desk. The bed was just a mattress on a metal frame. Silver was not allowed blankets because most often or not, she would tear them to shreds. The desk in her room were piled with books. History, math, the arts, anything to teach her about the modern world outside. The walls her a metallic grey of reinforced metal, covered in claw and bite marks. There were two doors in her prison. One led to a tiny bathroom, containing the necessities. The other led outside, but it was locked and reinforced. Silver looked over at the door and the black windows around it. She knew they watched her. People really only come in to feed Silver, or experiment on her. Recently they had used some crosses and silver to see their affect on her. Pointless. They knew already what it did, but they just liked to do it. Silver gently tugged on the collar that controlled her. It was loose enough to allow her to manifest into her other form, but not too much to let it slip over her head. She also couldn't break, no matter how much she tried. And she did try. A lot.
Recently, Silver has been trying the tactic of trying to control herself. Read the books they give her and to become 'civilized'. She did not know if she was fooling them, though. She could barely control herself at times. Silver whimpered. She wanted to hunt and run and kill.

"Florida, Im with Wash he's been knocked out by this guy. ill be with you momentarily" Katya said. She picked up her rifle and began to run towards the hangar. she had entered through the side entrance to the hangar when she noticed him inside a troop transport unit. "Epsilon power the sprint and Jump boosts that my armour has" she said to her AI unit. "ok Sprint and Jump boosts are at maximum assist rates. good luck" the epsilon unit said showing up with as a small blue man in the corner of her helmets HUD. Katya took off towards the transport and lept at the windscreen

(would like to add to anyone that didnt see the post in the CS area. Each of the Freelancer agents are offered an AI unit which powers their armour. however the armour can still be powered without an AI but the abilities wont be as useful.)

Adam’s Apartment, Kyoto, Japan

Adam awoke in bed, an arm laid gently resting across his chest, motionless. Adam gave a small little smile and slide out without disturbing him and threw a dressing gown over himself. He found it odd how he cared enough not to wake him, but then again he had an urgent matter that he had to attend to and couldn’t deal with his needy attitude he gets into whenever he isn’t centre of attention.

Adam moved towards his desk and picked up his phone that had been ringing on silent.
“O’Neal here…” He announced.

“Sir, all preparations have been made. We have an estimated two hundred and fifty subjects in nearly every major city, all have been starved to the specified time you allocated.” A crude voice spoke. “On top of that we have made all the containers and shipping logs point directly at Purge. As soon as this kicks off, they will certainly been the prime suspects.”

“And what about the Vap-Dog?” Adam asked.

“It has been deployed in Manhattan, ready to hunt and wound as many humans as it wishes.”
“Good, begin the operation at your next convenience.” He finished and hung up the phone, sitting back and chuckling to himself.

Project Freelancer Facility

Baxter noticed that he had someone... flying towards him and switched the helicopter on auto pilot. He then drew his pistols and headed into the centre loading area of the transport awaiting for Katya.

Silver could feel someone near the door and a snarl released from her lips. She was so hungry... She leaned forward only to fall back onto her bed. She felt a high voltage shock delivered into her neck. Her vision blurred and the last thing she saw was several blurry figures enter room until complete blackness took over her mind.

Silver woke up in complete darkness. Struggling to sit up, she felt metal at her fingertips. Silver growled, banging on the rusted metal, denting it. She sat up against the side of the container, taking deep breaths, trying to contain herself. Her mind was not just fuzzy from the shock, but from hunger and thirst. Growling, Silver transformed, expanding herself to her true form. She flung her wings behind herself and let out a blood-curdling howl. Silver prowled around the container until her release.

After a long wait, where the container suffered from almost being shredded, Silver watched as the door opened. Before the door was open completely, Silver dashed out. She ran away from the container and into the city. She took to the skies silently and quickly made her to the closest alley. Lifting her nose to the air, she looked for the smell of prey and quickly found one close by. Without even thinking, she rushed to her first victim. He heard him scream and cry, letting her hear his heart beat quicken, driving her more wild. he reached the street when she pounced on him. Silver tore into his neck, ripping out his throat. She lapped up the blood rabidly, enjoying the warm stickiness. She then tore at his arms, tearing one off and indulged in the meat.

Katya grabbed onto the pilots window. she began beating the window, "Land. The. Fucking. Chopper. You. Ass. Hat" she said as her fist broke through the screen.

Most Major Cities With a Cargo Port

Containers all around the world, identical to the ones that Purge use began to hiss open. The sound of ravage moaning and clawing could be heard. In the darkness flashes of red, glowing eyes awoken. Hunched humanoid like figures stumbled out. Their flesh was rotten and hair was falling out. – Ghouls, a fate worse than death and the product of a vampire.

It did not take long before the blood lust kicked in, one victim was all that was needed to start the hellfire.

Soon, within hours, reports of ‘zombie’ invasions began to flood the news channels and internet. Thousands were already being rushed to the hospitals and the attacks were spreading into the more densely populated zones.

Project Freelancer Facility, Mid-Air

Baxter turned to face Katya, rolling his eyes at her.
"Can't you use the door like a civil person?" He asked sarcastically as he was about to draw his weapon, but before he could his alarm went.
"Sir?"
"What is it? I'm in the middle of something."
"We have a Priority: Sigma Event, Sir."

Baxter paused for a moment and opened his holo-pad placed on the palm of his hand. A hologram of new reports around the world citing that there were attacks of unexplainable origin. Baxter then looked back her and placed his gun back in it's holster.

"Stop fucking around and get your ass in here. We both have a problem now."

Silver looked up to the sound of people screaming. Snarling she stood up on her two hind feet, growling. Her muzzle and claws were soaked red from the dismembered man. Her wrenched, still starving. Silver made an inhuman sound, not even sounding like a wolf, and jumped at a girl who was staring at her, dumbstruck. She pierced the girl's arm with her fangs and shook her around. The woman struggled more than the man, she was kicking at Silver's stomach and hitting her face. That is, till she passed out. Silver then easily drank the girl dry.

Silver continued in her attacks, one after the other. Anyone she targeted did not escape her grasp. She stood up from her last attack, looking to see no one in the adjacent area. Huffing, she started to chew on the bones of her victims.

"Land this first then we'll talk" Katya said. she turned on her comms "Florida, Do not shoot the target. we have a problem. Tier 1 problem by the sounds of things" she repeated. she climbed round and into the open door. "land this thing and then we can talk ok"

Baxter looked at Katya, slightly embarrassed.
"Here's the thing, I don't exactly know...how..."

"ARE YOU SERIOUS" She ran over to the controls. "Epsilon, Can you land this thing" *im not sure. I can give it a shot* Katya touched the back of her neck then placed her palm on the control panel and a small blue man appeared then disappeared into the controls. "How do you not know this shit, we learn how to land these in Basic Training. the only reason we use AI units is because its quicker."

Baxter then quickly draws his pistol and fires an electro-dart in the back of her helmet and one at the control panels. As the helicopter begins to spiral.

"I lied."

Baxter, bashing into the sides manages to put one of the parachutes that were hanging up and jump out of the side door, almost getting hit by the tail fin. He then began his skydive to get as far way from the facility as possible, only opening his parachute at the last possible moment.

As he crashed to the floor in a roll the onlookers pointed and stared at him as he ran into the crowd of people.

Silver's ears perked up, on alert. She decided she should probably move, or people will come with weapons to get her. She padded around her dead prey and saw whole person she hadn't eaten. Grabbing the leg in her mouth, she pulled the body along with her. She could smell grass and the fresh scents of flowers nearby and she came upon a large forest area in the middle of the city. Silver entered the area with her kill, stretching her wings out. She usually doesn't use them when she hunts because of the guns people have. If a silver bullet hit her in the air, she might not survive the fall. The grass was a bit wet under her claws, like rain had just been here. She sat down next to a pond and began to wash the blood from her fur.

"You... You... Bastard." Katya said as she fell to the floor unconscious. however the Second dart had missed the console. The Epsilon Unit had
managed to make it look like it had and managed to land the chopper safely. the Epsilon unit then tapped into the bases comms network. "could 2 Medics please make their way to Hangar Bay one and Corridor 1A. That is All"

A metal clanking followed by heavy footsteps could be heard behind the two medics rushing into the hanger, standing well above the rest of the people in the room was a man, or rather, a vampire in a full powersuit save for the arms modeled after knight armor of medieval times. No one had called for him, so he simply didn't come until he felt like it. Or rather, until he heard mention of a Tier 1 problem over his comms.

He chuckled lowly to himself, the sound echoing through the hangar, if only they had've called him in the intruder wouldn't have made it out..in one piece. A low voice sounded over the comms mockingly "We get a boo-boo did we?"

He continued "Should've called me, he wouldn't have escaped. Shame.. Now..what is this Tier 1 problem I heard ever so much about? Please say it involves killing..I am rather hungry.."

Ved
His head bobbed softly to an empty rythem, squatting in the cool, brisk, air on a street corner in downtown Brooklyn, New York. He watched his target approach, a young vietnamese man from New-Jersey. The man was a viligant hacker, and had uncovered the files regarding Ved's existence. Not surprising he was so good at it, 200 years of freetime and you learn to do a lot of things.

As he neared closer Ved stood up from the corner, stopping a random man with a single question.

"Yo nigga, you tryna hear me spit?."

The man laughed. "Show me what you got kid."

"Aight look.
Now see I don't fuck with vampires, cuz I don't wanna step out the door and get fired, shit I'd rather step on some blood turf with a wire, then be able to run and jump a lil bit higher."
The target was nearing, and seemed to be showing some interest in the young street artist
"I wouldn't give shit to stay outta the sun, even if I could live climbing a roof just to plunge, or eat a couple lead bullets just for fuckin fun. But yo I wouldn't hate all that extra human might."
The target had stopped in front of him, smiling as he heard the lyrics.
"Ay yo, chink nigga you got a fucking light?"
The mans smile faded as ved released a blinding flash into his eyes, pulling a rather expensive looking handgun from his hoodie pocket and placing it on the mans forhead
"Say a pray bitch, welcome to the afterlife."
He finished, firing several silver rounds deep into the mans skull.