[h1]Fergus O'Brian[/h1]

Officer Fredrick was trying to speak, but he had lost the ability to speak. He wanted to say that the others were dead, he wanted to say that he had no choice. But he couldn't. He just dropped the radio and leaned back in the driver seat, then shut his eyes. He woke up to a crash on his roof. "[color=0054a6]NO! NO! NOT ME NOT ME![/color]" He reached in between the two seats where the shotgun sit loaded and ready for use. He braced the gun and started firing the slugs into the roof over and over until he had not only used up all the shells but the gun was clicking repetitively. No way anything could survive that, right?

Fredrick reloaded the shotgun and climbed out of the car, then he saw what had landed on the roof, he saw officer Douglass, his partner. The same one he saw get dragged into the warehouse. "[color=0054a6]Oh god![/color]" Fredrick cried out. "[color=ed1c24]I told you to leave mate, now I'm going to look like a dick for killing you.[/color]" The voice came from behind Fredrick, he turned out of pure fear and fire the gun, blood splatting everywhere. Then he saw what he had shot, the fourth officer, he didn't know his name, what he did know is that he was strung up, he had no idea if the officer was alive or dead when Fredrick shot him, what he did know is that he missed his target. "[color=0054a6][/color]COME AT ME MOTHER FUCKER!" He fired the gun into the air. "[color=0054a6]COME AT ME![/color]" He was running on adrenaline, he was thinking he could kill the monster now. "[color=ed1c24]If you insist.[/color]" the voice spoke in his ear. Fredrick turned to fire, though he was too slow, before he knew it he was chocking on his own blood, his through was gushing blood, he shotgun still in his one hand. He had enough sense to try and kill the thing still, though the shock was too much for his body, he soon went limp. His body supporting himself up well he sit on his knees, the shotgun sitting on the ground, still in his hand.

Fergus went back inside, licking the blood off his knife. Now he waited for SOLDIER to come for its turn. He left the three bodies outside, to give an idea for what the agents were likely to experience once they entered into the warehouse. Once inside, Fergus put some finishing touches onto what he would use to not only split up the agents, but pick them off one at a time.

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[h1]Hank Miller[/h1]

Hank pulled the RV into town, what he was planning on doing was restocking his supplies and getting parts for some of his projects. That... is not what has happened. Someone had jumped out in front of the RV, Hank's first reaction was to stop, then he remembered last time that had happened something had jumped through his windshield and tried to kill him, though this one seemed human. Then he saw the look of confusion on the person's face, then soon he was starting to get an idea of who it was. Someone he had worked with one time well in the Marines. Problem was he not only couldn't place a name, but Hank was having trouble figuring out how this person had found him. Hank put the RV in park and stood up heading tot he side door of the RV. He kept his .44 magnum in it's holster and stepped out.

At first it would have seemed like Hank was coming out to say Hi to an old friend, that... that was not the case though. As soon as Hank was in arms reach he laid his fist right into the man's face, then Hank brought him to the ground with his revolver pressed to his chest. "How the hell did you find me?"