-Krauss Helfer-
The middle aged man of the Wolf Brigade had remained oddly silent as his future team members arrived in the apartment. Perhaps he was keeping his cool, feeling out the situation. An experienced veteran of insurgent hunting and counter intelligence would know when to observe and when to act. Maybe he was deep in thought, planning already as to how he was going to perform in his role of the team, how each member of the team would either hold him back, or propel him further. No, the slight grimace on his face meant something more, something that only a seasoned warrior such as himself could know.
Krauss was experiencing jet lag.
It had been a long, nonstop flight from New Munich to Neo Bay as he had only just arrived state side yesterday. The experience was terrible for poor Krauss, as not only was he not really one for flying, but his flight had mistakenly put him in "Business" rather than first class, forcing him to sit behind the obnoxiously loud family, between the loud snoring old man and the fat lady, and in front of the five year old kicking his seat and generally being what Krauss called "A little shithead". So between a horrible flight and adjusting to the new timezone, Krauss was not in a particularly social mood at his point.
It wasn't too long ago when his company had been contacted by a certain councilman of Neo Bay. He had requested that one their own join this newly founded organization to help reestablish some sense of order and justice in the city, something right up the Wolf Brigade's ally. Kruass had volunteered, relishing in the challenge that such a foreign land would present. He had mainly operated in Europe both before and while working for the wolves, so the environment and the people were all very new to say the least.
His team seemed like an odd bunch of individuals, each with their own story to tell. Krauss wondered as to what that story was. With such a diverse team like this, he wondered how will they actually come together as one team, or how they will properly bond. A worrisome thought for another time, as just then the supposed leader of the group had entered this messy apartment. Michael Raymond Yancy, or simply known as "Mack Yancy". A former SWAT now turned.... well Krauss didn't need to even stand next to the man to smell the alcohol wafting off of him. From his briefing, Krauss had learned somewhat about how Neo Bay's police force had all been essentially disbanded, and it seemed this particular cop didn't take it too well.
Normally, one would be concerned about this. After all, this drunk, washout SWAT guy was to be his new acting team leader? However, the very fact that he had taking the disbanding of the police force so hard, the fact that he had shown up here, could not help but make Krauss smile a little. Mack Yancy was a man who stood for justice, and these actions made it obvious. Krauss sighed and got up from his chair, the feelings of air sickness and fatigue still fading. The man who had been hosting the group had dragged a large trunk into the room. Upon revealing it contents, Krauss nodded in approval at the selection, finally speaking up for the first time.
"Well..." he picked up on of the machine guns of the crate, holding it surprisingly lightly as he examined the weapon. "Hmm.... yes, just as I feared. These weapons, this stockpile, I fear that we might outclass our enemies quite a bit here. I was hoping for a challenge." He said with a smile.
