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[b][i]Abandoned S.T.R.I.K.E. Facility, Location Unknown[/i][/b]

Travis Murdock sat behind an array of computer screens monitoring the various operations that his men were carrying out across the globe. The glow from the screens gave him an almost bluish hue, which when combined with the constant cloud of smoke that hung about from his ever burning cigarettes gave him an almost supernatural mystique. However, there was nothing supernatural about him, except perhaps for his ability to hate. 

His hatred was not based on anything as simple as skin color or place of origin. His ire was directed at the meta humans that had seemingly come out of the woodwork in recent years. When he first started as an agent for S.T.R.I.K.E, he thought of the assignment as a punishment. He found himself running around the desert chasing down UFO eyewitnesses and talking to drunken backwoods hicks who claimed to have seen a Bigfoot. His friends jokingly called him Mulder, and would make wisecracks about the truth being out there. 

Then a man in a cape caught a space station out of the sky.

The entire world changed that day. He went from chasing down demon dogs in the Appalachians to chasing down actual demons. It was soon after D-Day that Murdock learned that everything that people had convinced themselves were just legends were anything but. 

Vampires.

Demons.

Werewolves.

Superheroes.

Supervillains.

They were all real. It was during this time that Murdock learned that there were indeed things that went bump in the night. It was also at this point that he decided that he would be the one to bump back. His methods were brutal, but he soon found that he was one of the few within the government organization that was willing to take the necessary steps to protect humanity. His views had cost him everything, his family, his home, and his job. 

However, as the meta humans and other subspecies waged their seemingly endless war among themselves, as well as the rightful masters of the world, the human race, more and more of his former allies and even some enemies came to see that he was right. It was his vision that saw the downfall of S.T.R.I.K.E, the death of its director and the full assault on the meta human and supernatural populations. From this command center, he had overseen the attacks in Albany, Los Angeles, and Las Vegas. He watched as his troops renewed the assault on witches in Salem, as well as those who had gathered at the Temple of Aradia. 

Through the various screens, he monitored current operations being carried out by his men. Paris, New York, London, Pacific Point, Crown Ridge, and Santa Fe were all points of interest for his operatives, and for the most part everything was going to plan. However, the most important mission was being conducted in Virginia, at the home of S.T.R.I.K.E.’s former armored lapdog, Christopher Arthur. One of his best agents, The Judicator had taken the fight to the Iron Knight, and had gained access to everything that he would need to finish this war. Not only had he gained access to files on known meta humans around the globe, some of which contained very sensitive information, they had gained control of S.T.R.I.K.E.’s dirty little secret. They were now in control of an orbital weapons system that had been put into play by an android named Archangel during the Pax Metahuman crisis. It was one of the most advanced weapons systems on Earth, or more accurately, above it, and had the capability to eliminate a single target with more accuracy than the latest drone technology employed by the US military, or it could vaporize an entire city. 

Soon, the Hounds of Humanity would use the weapons system to strike a decisive blow in this war, and much like when the Allies dropped the bomb on Hiroshima, it would such a blow the likes had never been seen on this planet before.