The Epsilon Unit Stirred again "the Tier 1 problem we had turned out to be a hoax to get Agent Carolina off Guard. Agent Alaska i must ask that you step into the briefing room soon with Agent York and Florida. we have heard of 2 resistance fighters that have been Captured by Purge"

Hank Miller & Tony Moore

Hank had to give credit to Mithias for saving him and Tony's ass. Tony was just a moron in this case. "Good work Mithias, I thought Tony here was going to save me here but I guess I was wrong." Tony looked over. "You are welcome my asshole of a friend." He leaned over to grab his gun from the dead Purge guard.

Hank turned to Mithias. "What's the plan no--" Then the gas started to fill the room. "Got any ideas?" Hank was asked. "We need to get out that's for sure." Hank figured he was strong enough to bust down the door. He was stronger then many vampires. Hank attempted a pile drive himself through the door. The vapors were making him weak. All he was able to do was put a dent in the door before he fell over out cold.

Tony unaffected by the vapor grabbed one of the Purge guard's rifles. Hank had dented the door enough that their was a small opening, Tony wedged the rifle with in the opening and braced it. Tony attempted to use the rifle as a lever to pry the door open but he lacked the strength to do so.

He turned to Mithias. "Yo...Mythical? Hanks out cold, help me get this open enough to get out of here!"

As soon as he thought he he was in the clear, Baxter got back on the comm to his operator, demanding more information on the Priority: Sigma event. Information dashed across his visor depicting that teams had already been sent to the infestation zones and are dealing with the matter. After giving out a strict set of instructions a private jet was waiting for him at a nearby airport and was heading towards it.

Meanwhile across the world, HIVE containment forces deployed from dropships, shooting hostile forces that attacked them. Across the skies ripped the gunships that were constantly searching for supernatural activity.

New York

Knight along with his team repelled down from their dropship right in the midst of a combat zone. Without hesitation, they immediately opened fire into the Ghouls, tearing their already decaying flesh from the bone.

“Command, this is Knight, requesting for Containment Procedure Kilo.” Knight called into his mic.

“Commander Knight, Command. C.P.K has been authorised. Wall-Mechs are being deployed as we speak to cut off major routes.” Command responded as constant background chatter of other Commander Officers dealing with similar issues flooded the airwaves.

Around the city, section by section were being cut off by towering mech units that carried large concreate wall and deployed them on major roads and streets, cutting sections off from each other.

Katya rose from the floor the shock dart had caused her armour to go into lock down until now. "Epsilon gimme a report of what happened" *straight away Agent Carolina. but first i need to Alert Agents York and Florida to a high level mission.* a ping memo was sent to the following Agents

Silver flattened her ears when she heard the sound of grinding metal and gunfire. Whimpering, she ran out of the park, leaving her meal there by the pond. She skid to a halt at the edge of the park, next to a main road. Where was she going? Are they going to pick her up. Silver growled. Or did they just leave her to die like these walking shambles they call ghouls.
Silver thought better than to leave the park. Maybe she could hide somewhere. But where? She was quite big and white, which doesn't make good camouflage. Silver sighed. At least she could think now that she is satiated. She peaked around the corner of a tree, seeing big mechanical robots making walls, cutting off her escape.

A gunship passed over Silver with a searchlight and quickly turned when they spotted something out of the ordinary. It paused for a moment, analysing what they were looking at, but it wasn't long before they began to open fire on her.

Blood's mood seemed to perk up once he heard the mention of Purge. "I'll head over now in that case...sounds like fun.." Blood replied over comms, grinning behind his helmet. A voice much like that of a human female child spoke up, eerily high pitched with a dark tone. "You seem excited, ready to kick some ass and snap some necks huh?"

"Oh, Scarlet, you're online. Oh how I missed someone who shared my mindset and ideals..you'd be correct. I've been itching to feel a skull crush under my boot and to feed en masse on Purge trash...this should be fun...oh yes fun indeed." He replied, Scarlet giggled in response.

He trudged into the briefing room, taking a corner and leaning against the wall, blade crossed over his arm in front of his chest while he waited on the rest, grinning at the mere thought of how well he would feed on this mission.

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He was moving, moving impossibly fast for a human, yet slow for a non. His guns were sheathed although his blades were not. As he moved his eyes shifted from a mediocre yellow to a brilliant white. His destination was between that gunship and whatever or whoever it was after.

Within moments he was in the fray of the bullets, throwing orbs of blinding and white hot lights towards the airship. He recognized the symbols on the ship, and he wasn't very happy. He all but ignored the person behind him, barely.

"Hoe you best get the fuck outta here."
he roared over the sound of the bullets.

The gunship broken off when the ball of light began to blind the pilots.

"Commander Knight, Firefly-03 Here. We have two unknowns here. Once has a class-2 power."

Knight, who was currently overseeing the containment proceedings. When he got the message he removed himself from the command table and ordered two APCs to investigate the location which the gunship had been reported.

Silver ran from the gunship, terrified. If the bullet's were normal, she'd probably be okay, but she wasn't going to try that theory. She saw the person beside her and snarled at him. If the gunship wasn't here, she would have normally mauled him.
She saw the guy push the gunship off and she just stood there, staring at the guy. Growling, Silver decided to leave him alone. But she wanted to stay for the fight. That ship must have gotten reinforcements and she had a large urge to kill.

Ved

"Look bitch I don't know if you can understand me but they got silver bullets in that thing, and there's no way I'm tryna let them take you out. So get fuckin moving!"
He stated simply as he turned to her, twirling his blade mindlessly, preparing for the back ups that were soon to come. There's no way I'm going to let this freak die before someone puts a bounty on her head. I could make enough to retire. He thought to himself as he stared her down coldly. He figured that like most wolfs, it'd take an establishment of dominance before she would listen.

Silver growled at him. What right has he to tell her what to do!? She stood on her hind two feet and spread out her wings to the their full length, making her look huge. Silver stared back at him furiously. Maybe she wasn't going to spare him after all.

Ved

"Alright fine, you wanna play tough, let's play tough."
He growled, throwing his blades hard, and following them by seven lead rounds.

Silver roared and charged at him. She was able to dodge some of the hits, but she also took several. A blade stuck out of her shoulder and she took several bullets to the chest, but she still pounced on him. Silver pushed him to the ground and she held him down. She sniffed at him. Was he human? He didn't smell completely human. He smelled like a vampire. She bit into his arm to taste his blood. Didn't taste completely like vampire blood. She reared back her head. Was he a freak like her?

Ved
Despite the searing pain in his arm, he took advantage of the beast letting her gaurd down and delivered a heavy blow to her exposed throat, he then kicked hard at her knee, then wrapped his arm around her neck to pivot himself, slamming her into the ground.

Silver yelped from surprise, twisting back around onto her paws. Snarling, she backed away from him. The blow drove the blade deeper into her shoulder, so she pulled it out. She dropped the blade on the ground, slick with blood, as her wound healed up. Silver stared at him, breathing heavily, until she transformed back to her human form.
Silver fell over onto the ground from pain. Sitting back up, she started to dig out the bullets inside of her.

The two ACPs drove up onto the verge and twelve soldiers pile out, using the APCs as cover, the gunship behind them offering fire support.

"Sir, the two SNs are fighting each other. How do we proceed?" The sergeant relayed to Knight.
"Put them both down. Complete clean up." He responded.

As soon as they had the kill order, one of the soldiers used their grenade launcher to fire a Silver Nitrate shell directly in the midst of the battle. The grenade exploded, scattering the flashing shards of silver. Rendering their healing abilities impaired. As soon as this was done, the soldiers began to open fire, mostly randomly due to their sensors being blocked by their own gas.

Mithias scanned the room. The vents were too small, the walls themselves reinforced, and even the ceiling was metal, like the inside of a safe. This room was probably a converted old freezer or walk-in safe. Hank was young, so very young, and his resistance to the holy water vaporized into the air was weak at best. He had also forgotten to hold his breath, which would have helped. Hank was particularly strong, and not having him was going to be a loss, yet Mithias knew that strength alone was not to become Hank's greatest power, not likely. Had his son lived just a little longer, his telepathy and persuasion powers would become his by far greater gifts, and he could have mind-controlled any human outside to release them.

Tony was obviously a friend to Hank, and so Mithias didn't threaten him. Still, it must have been hard for the human not to have been scared, just a little. Mithias saw what Tony had been doing to the doorand grew hopeful. "Ah! You've almost got it. Let me pry, and push with me against the door." The two pressed with all their might while Mithias wedged the barrel through the slit that had been created.

Outside, mass hysteria had already begun as the waves of ghouls were released widespread from railway cars and storage units that were supposedly marked with Purge's icon. Everyone ran, locking themselves indoors while others less fortunate were eaten outside. It was still broad daylight, releaving the catastrophic scene to all sights.

The door finally snapped through the frame and the tri got out. Mithias picked up the half-burned body of his childe and carried him outside the building expecting a fight with minimal chance of escape. What he found shocked him entirely. Emergecy alarms were going off, radio announcements were playing with instructions directing all humans to seek evacuation shelters. Choppers and gunships hovered above the city. It was once again a familiar warzone.

In the chaos, Mithias halted, appearing as a guy carrying his wounded buddy. Standing next to him was Tony. Ghouls ran by, blood covering down the fronts of their bodies. Mithias blinked, still taking it in. He really had fucked up by not somehow finding out about this obviously pre-planned attack. Being alone and without his old Soldier network left him so pathetically in the dark. How could he be a hero now?

Hank's healing was quickly resuming him to consciousness, and Mithias set him down. "Welcome to hell." He said as Hank made his own observations. Mithias walked swiftly to his bike and grabbed his weapons. "Hank, I have information for you." He said as he was returning. He tossed Hank a shotgun and kept his two titanium swords for himself. "The Purge has a head, someone called the Pope of Flames. Once this chaos is over, I will try to hunt him down. For right now, we have a zombie apocalypse to deal with. Also, I don't think the Purge did this, because it's not their style. They seemed to be just as unprepared for it as we are right now. Save the humans if you feel so inclined, but try to find out who turned all these ghouls. That's the one we need to get." Mithias mounted his bike and prepared to take off.

Within the hour, the Purge were mobilized and on the move. White hoverships, helecopters, and tanks, all bearing the symbol of holy terror closed in on the city. Battalions of paladins, justicars, battle priests, and other ranks marched forth with their holy vapor generators and flame throwers. Snipers with silver-stake launchers and UV round ammunition all seemed to amass out of nowhere, falling into position as if pre-coordinated. Brutally and righteously they began purging the zombie ghouls from the streets, lighting flaming crosses in their wake. The Purge always made their presence known loudly and with fire.

A message sounded on all the Hive and Freelancer comms. The Purge were requesting aid in the extermination of the vile fiends. Any units joining them would be pardoned the sins of their naive secularity... temporarily.

The Purge may have been sadistic assholes, but they were right about the need to join up to take down powerful foes. To not aid them while innocent and helpless citizens got slaughtered would be... evil.

Ved
His attention quickly shifted to the soldiers opening fire, and a viscous snarl rang from his mouth. He drew out his short sword and began to spin it in front of him, impossibly fast it was capable of either deflecting the bullets or slicing clean through them causing them to scatter. He sprinted forward and leaped into the air, landing directly on top of the gunship. His first move was a small impact explosive into the engine, the second was to slam a ball of searing hot light directly into the eyes of one of the soldiers. He quickly leaped from the now sabotaged aircraft, directly into the center of the soldiers. He crouched low and spun with his sword extended, cutting out the ankles of the four soldiers in proximity, he caught one of their falling weapons as he rolled away, then opened fire upon the wounded soldiers, killing six of the eighteen soldiers within a matter of about thirty seconds.

Silver screamed, turning back into her werepyre form. The silver burned terribly, water forming in her eyes. Her previous bullet wounds did not heal before she was hit. Furious, she charged at the military force, almost like a blur. She took a couple hit's in the process, but they were not too bad. She began to attack, biting out their throats or tearing off limbs. Silver tore through the line until she got past, running as top speed away from the scene. The silver was inside her wounds, making them burn like she herself was on fire.
Silver turned into an alley way and collapsed. She started to clean out her wounds, trying to get the silver out of the bloody mess. It helped some, they were starting to heal slowly. Silver growled, turning back to her human form. Why isn't the Yamada people helping her. I guess she was just fodder to them. She held a hand to her bullet holes, keeping some blood in while they healed.