"Even the entire British Government being ran by Vampires, who have installed a psychopath as the new leader of the Purge?" He said, taking off his sunglasses. "This attack was directed by them."

"Hey kid slow down. What attack. What you on about the UK for were in the land of the free remember " Katya looked genuinely confused.

Florida walked over to Adam and drew his sidearm. He then took off his helmet revealing the flesh that was torn away from the gunshot wound from a few hours ago. "You the Boss of something I give a shit for?" He got close to him, arms reach in fact. "Maybe you're here to kill my people? Guess it's hard to say." He smiled as best he could with his ruined face. "Florida, You are?"

Adam opens his briefcase to show some documents.
"They wanted us to do their experiments for them."

Ford looked at the papers. "Well damn, I have no idea what any of this is saying. I don't read politics much. I just make sure they are done." He sighed. "Come with me to a meeting room, we'll sort it out from their." He motioned for Adam to follow as he left.

"Florida you good to deal with Mr O'Neal while I speak to our two guest? " Katya asked as Ford walked out of the room

@2b3heart He landed crouched on his feet with a thud, palm out in front of him on the ground. He stood and swiftly retracted the SMG. He grinned behind his helmet. "Give up girl." He snarled "I'll take your legs next if that means taking you alive, I'm not entirely sure what freaky mindslavery hoo-doo shit is going on here, but whatever it is snap the fuck out of it!"

He briefly inspected his arm, a few dents, easily repairable. Taking up a defensive stance he readied himself, a wounded werewolf was an angry werewolf.

Adam nodded and followed Ford to the meeting room.

@Shikaru

Silver slowly padded over to Blood on all fours, ears down. She turned back into her human form and sat in the dirt. "I can't kill you with that metal on! What is that stuff made out of!? I can usually tear through metal..." She put her head on her knees. "Mr. O'neal is the alpha, I have to do what he says..." Silver whimpered. She was still young for what she was after all. "But he doesn't want me..."

Ford walked into the room and placed him M4A1 with the Mossberg attachment onto the table. "Theta? Projector, help this sucker explain his politics please." A small glowing figure popped up. 'Is he able to be trusted?' Ford looked over to him. "For now, he tries anything I'll fuck him up." Theta looked back at him. 'You shouldn't swear so much, it causes your stress levels to stay at high levels, that is causing issues with your blood pressure as well.'

Ford sighed. "I know, I'll do better, just please help the little man with the suitcase please?" Theta agreed and shifted to Adam. 'How mat I be of assistance?'

Adam would be surprised at the use of an A.I, but still proceeded.

"Well, in short I have documentation here showing that the entire British Government is under the control of Vampires. Who have installed Purge's new leader and are behind on this global attack."

@2b3heart Blood relaxed his stance and sighed, returning his arms to his sides. "Truth be told, I'm not entirely sure. These things are experimental, and I'm pretty sure they made mine tougher than most. Oh well..works for me." He replied, flipping the visor up on his helmet, he crouched down so he would be partially eye level with her.

"The Alpha? Bah! Since when do vampires rule over werewolves? I mean...I know your multiple kinds of fucked up...in an insanely powerful and kick ass way. But that means fuck all!" He shouted.

He jerked his thumb towards himself, "Me? I used to be a normal human being, working for the Orginization dedicated my life to those backstabbing little bastards...Oh what I wouldn't give to be able to rip them all to shreds..". He blinked "Oh..right. Anyway. I volunteered for a 'super soldier program', be the best killing machine ever they said, a few tests they said. Next thing I knew I was turned, strapped to an operating table, and carved on like a fucking thanksgiving turkey. I endured the pain, harnessed it, grew immune to it. Eventually I got fed up with it, they had modified me far beyond my once human self. I busted my ass out and slaughtered the entire facility, my 'Alpha's'. And ya know what? I'd do it again, multiple times, in a row, for fucking funsies."

He stared at her, noticing her expression. "And if he doesn't want you? Even more of a reason to ditch his ass and stab him in the back! Can't be bothered to look after his toys? He doesn't fucking deserve 'em!" He stood, offering her his hand to pull her up "Now, you with me or nah?" He asked her, staring down at her.

Ford was confused for a second. "Wait, you mean the undead dead things? Those fuckers-" 'Language' Theta interrupted. Ford sighed. "Those guys... Are responsible for this?" Ford was pissed, he hated a lot of people, he liked Brittan for being vampire free for a reason. That could be related to kill count but that was a hush hush thing, Though even though it was his job Purge just made the top of the list of people Ford hates.

Ved
He walked along the streets, blood dripping from his arm as he used his fingers to dig out the bullet. It would have hurt if he hadn't numbed it with his neutralizing spray. After the bullets created a small trail of silver bread crumbs, he lifted a heavy duty pair of over-ear headphones to his head, looking down to his his Ipod, he shuffled through it, finding the album he was looking for.
"Yea, Im throwing Ds on the Cadillac
Riding through Decatur, nigga, bumping verb zacarat
You a fucking lier faggot never slung a crumb of crack
Bash your fucking window and I drag out you pontiac
Tell your mom the zombies back
Fucking hypochondriac
Gag a bitch and shove her in the dryer at the laundry-mat
Cokehead insomniac, sipping on some Cognac
Dude this fucking album sucks, I want my fucking money back"
He murmured softly to himself, bobbing his head to the beat.

Throughout the ride, Mithias had remained quiet. His original questions had been lost in the mayhem of driving through ghoul-covered chaos. He let the squad speak amongst themselves to coordinate their escape, and eventually, the bunch arrived at some kind of base.

The truck doors opened up and everyone got out. Mithias could feel their wary eyes upon him, and so he remained passive until spoken to. Finally, he stood up and hopped out of the vehicle. Moving slowly, he fastened his weapons to his sides in some kind of a quick-release belt contraption. Unreal golden eyes looked at Katya as he lifted his head and took down his hood. Immediately, she was struck by a moment of dejavou. The eyes looked like they belonged on an animal, maybe an owl or eagle or wolf, and she knew she had seen that somewhere, long ago.

Seeing her expression, Mithias decided to confirm her suspicions. "Hello Katya."

He scanned around to the others. Florida had left, but in the base, there were many other people around, most of which had not realized what was standing in their base with them. After taking a moment to let any sense of alarm recede, Mithias began speaking again. He knew how to move slowly and imitate humans enough to not scare them in his presence. "You know me as the vampire Mithias. It's been a long time." At least, to a human it would have been a long time. "I have some information for you. I was among the Purge in secret when this zombie attack began, and I firmly believe they are not responsible for it. I know the containers that released the zombies all over the country bore their mark, but sending a legion of undead upon humanity is not their style. As much as I would love to see them destroyed, the truth is, they were framed." He blinked. "Now who would want to frame the Purge?" he paused a moment. "A vampire, Katya. I have no doubt that there is a powerful vampire behind this massive attack, and I fear what else he or she is capable of."

He continued as that information soaked in. "You must forgive me for my long absence. I have returned my attention to present times, but I unfortunately can do nothing without a network and intelligence to rely upon. I wish to protect humanity from such monsters. You see, such heartless death is not the intended role of a vampire, it is an abomination of our purpose and unworthy of our gifts. Please let me help you."

Silver looked up at him, her eyes wet with tears. She rubbed the water from her eyes and nodded, taking his hand. She growled. "Yeah! for all those years he tortured me. I was just his pet. He didn't really care." Silver stood a bit taller. Maybe she could fight back against him. She calmed back down, taking some deep breathes. She wanted to stay in this form for a least a little while. "So... So you were experimented on? I was too. I was made by the Yamada Corporation."

"Yes, you've been lied to. They are planning something major on a never seen before scale. I believe you are the only ones who can deal with them."

@Wraithblade6
Katya looked at him astonished. How could this have been the same vampire she had tried to kill 2 years ago. "Ummmmm... ummmmm... well I guess it's good to see a familiar face thesee days. Now what's this about a vampire using purge containers"

Helping her up he grinned and flipped his visor back down, "Yaaay! That's the spirit! Kick his ass, that'll teach him." Scarlet chimed in, Blood chuckled before answering her and nodding "Yep...truth be told I'm not entirely sure what in me is organic or biotics. And the Orginizations true name was unknown to me 'below my pay grade' they said."

Looking around most of the zombies were either dead or a few stragglers were being shot. "C'mon, let's get to the helicopter. We can talk on the way there." He said turning and motioning for her to follow, walking at a normal human pace. The excitement was over, there was no need to be in a rush. "This is Agent Alaska, mission complete. Outbreak of these....things..contained. Gunna need minor repairs to my arm and suit, picked up a special little friend amongst the chaos. You'll see her when I get back to base, York, get your ass back to the helicopter."

After closing the comms connection he spoke "So...you said you were experimented on by Yamada..what exactly did they do? Have anything to do with your...other form?"

Before Katya could answer, the shots were fired and she dashed away to discover what had been taking place in the reception area. The subsequent events ensued, and Mr. O'Neal ended up at gunpoint looking all innocent. Mithias had heard everything, and while everyone was distracted with the emergency breach, he casually walked into the reception area, surveying the scene with some shades on. He stood in the door with his hands in his pockets, a tall, equine figure with hippy-length black hair and random swords.

Immediately, he knew Adam was no human, but he didn't move, didn't indicate him as an enemy. He just watched as Carolina corrected him on her name.