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----The previous night-----
Vladimir found himself able to sleep for the first night in about a week. Not because he was still dealing with working with teams..or even getting used to working for someone in general, but rather hi insomnia had kicked in. Alas, this sleep was not meant to last as a rather old fashioned flip phone lit up and rang on the nightstand. He slowly opened one eye and grabbed the phone, his voice sounded slightly gravelly from sleep. [color=lightgreen]"What?"[/color] Upon hearing the voice of a fellow soldier member and dealing with the usual protocol he sat up. [color=lightgreen]"You want me with which team?...where are they? great....Plane..no, I don't care how important I am not fly-"[/color] He snapped the phone shut and glared at it. Apparently he had no choice. Within the hour he found himself in a giant metal tube that decided to take flight. 

His eyes closed while his hands white knuckle clenched the arm rests with a forced meditation. He would be fine. Peace however, was not meant to last for him. A voice pierced his concentration, a rather irritating voice coming from the person who sat next to him. [color=pink]"Oh honey are you afraid of flying?"[/color] A small snort escaped him. [color=lightgreen]"I am no more afraid of flying then you are of your natural hair color or food in a solid state"[/color] The blonde quieted down and Vlad was left to his own devices. 

------Present day/night--------
Vladimir sat as he was given the mission along with locations. He would meet with them that night, help them out. He was also told about the werewolf and the mercy that was hired on. He would be able to find them by the werewolf's scent so as not to blow whatever cover they may or may not have established. Easy enough. 

At least, it would have been if there wasn't gun shots echoing from where the team was supposed to be. [i][color=lightgreen]great. just fantastic.[/color][/i] With a slightly more hurried pace, Vlad continues following the werewolf scent, which was proving to be more difficult with the layers of other scents everywhere. He slowed when he reached the clubs and put forth the effort to act natural...as natural as a man with pirate boots could be. He quickly inhaled and silently walked into the narrow back way. [color=lightgreen]"werewolf check...where are the rest?"[/color] His visible eye flicked from the two, his tone seemed almost like he was talking to himself more then them.