[b]Ford[/b]

Ford jumped out of the Pelican with gun shots going off in every direction. He felt good, he was in a situation he was use too. As the other were moving to Cover Ford had started unloading into Purges Army, though he noticed fast that what ever armor they had on was taking the hits.

Ford saw Katya, York, And North move into one of the ally ways. What he also noticed was the blades, the Purges solders were armed to fight vampires. They were charging in to their own death. He started running over to the ally when one of the purge soldier tackled him. He was unable to pierce the armor Ford was wearing on the first try, but he kept going and going looking for the sweet spot. He didn't get far as the Master-key on Fords gun Blasted the Purge Soldier back several feet in a blaze like that of a flame thrower.

He stood up, another purge charged him, he met a similar fate as the last one. Ford was about to keep running when he turned to see the truck, he about moved out of the way but he was too slow. The truck sent him back into a wall of what he guessed was a bakery. Ford stood up, his armor was beaten to shit compared to how it was when he got shot recently. Still wasn't repaired from that. He was hurting, he didn't know if anything was broken, but what he did know was someone was here with him.

"Oh boy, lookie what I got here?" Ford heard the pump of a shotgun behind him, He knew a slug would cut clean through his armor, especially at this range, especially with his armor in his condition. Ford's Rifle was out of reach, he couldn't reach for his blades fast enough, so he improvised.

Ford dropped and turned sending his fist into the Soldiers knee. When he twisted and hit the ground Ford slammed his fist into his face. BAM! A shot rung off Ford's Helmet. He turned to see another soldier with a pistol, Ford smiled. "You want to know what sucks?" He said as he stood up and started walking. "That 9mm you're holding isn't getting past this armor." That didn't stop him from trying, shot after shot hit Ford, he was beat up but the metal on his armor was holding up. "In fact?" Ford grabbed the soldiers wrist, Slowly twisting it forcing him to his knees. "You should have ran when you had the chance." Ford kicked the man in the chest sending him back into the Debris. He turned to rejoin the fight but collapsed. His body had quit on him.

[b]South[/b]

South took Cover next to North and chambered her weapon. She moved up with North, Wash, and Carolina as they ran into an ally. She was last so she didn't see who got caught in the explosion. What she did see was an agent get hammered by a pick up truck, she turned her Scar-H on the soldier, the 7.62 rounds cutting through the armor like a hot knife through butter.

South turned to North. "We need to get out of the Ally soon, if we don't we'll get boxed in!" As she said that she took aim and Unloaded a few more rounds into some Purge Soldiers at the other end of the Ally way.

[b]Hank[/b] 

So this was Gabriel. Hank was expecting.... Taller. Though he could tell the Old blood was probing his mind, though it felt like the more he tried to avoid it the more memories he stirred up for him to read. And the girl was with him as well, Hank wasn't sure what to think of the situation.

As they walked back to the house it was getting dark, If their was one thing Hank knew about vampires it's that they preferred to fight in the dark. Hank always preferred Dawn, Facing west.

By the time they got in Hank was... uneasy. He still didn't like being around so many vampires at once, especially old bloods. Mithias was talking to Gabriel about his... condition. Chantelle  mentioned something on food, though he still didn't like to drink blood, he was always finding substitutes to try to keep under control. This normally meant busting his way into blood banks. "I'll pass, just ate." This was a lie, it had been almost 2 weeks since Hank had last had blood, he had to admit it was bugging him.