[h2]Marcus Harlek - "Wolfbane"[/h2]
Well, well, well. First day on the job, and already, they had a case to work with. The morning, despite his anticipation for it, had mostly been uneventful up to now - get up, prepare for the day, dress in travel clothes with work uniform packed, take the train to work a little bit early in order to have the time to re-dress in work uniform, complete with ballistic mask in one pocket just in case... and then, of course, waiting for a few minutes before the official greeting and welcome from the head of dewpartment.

He was enthusiastic, to say the least. Enthusiastic about protecting America from the Supernatural threat. If that meant starting with some Zeds... well, who ever said people had to start big? No soldier started big, as he knew well, though some wound up bigger than others; despite her miniscule frame, he could tell quite easily that Jessica was one of the bigger soldiers. After all, she was the head of this city's S-SWAT! It was difficult to get much bigger than that without actually being in the army!

After her description of the mission, he took a few moments to consider what he'd need to use for this mission. His classic Sig Sauer P226 TacOps, of course, one of the best guns ever made by the US, and perfect for missions of this sort, especially for firing one-handed when necessary; a quick check to ensure all was in order took just a couple of minutes, and left him feeling satisfied that his weapon was fully functional once he had the right rounds in hand. Likewise, his KA-BAR S.T.A.K.E. was given a once over, the blade given a couple of sharpenings and polished to gleaming before being returned to its sheath. And after that... the Mk 48 would be overkill for a mission like this, he felt, and the Ironman and Brimstone combination left him underequipped to actually kill the rotten bastards, never mind overly slow even with his substantial lifting ability. That left the M4A1 carbine, an easy enough weapon to use, maintain, and check over prior to the mission, especially with the grenade launcher on the underside and a few flashbangs to blind the zeds with if necessary, and the Raider body armour, which ought to be more than sufficient to withstand a few hits from mere zombies.

As he prepared himself, he overheard one of the other team members, William as he recalled, ask what exactly made the zombies tick, how they acted and so on, only to receive a formal explanation from Andrew about how to deal with them. As this short speech ended, he began to chuckle loudly, moving to clap William on the shoulder once he'd pulled the body armour on. 'My fellow American,' he uttered casually with an oversized grin, 'you have no reason to worry. I'd compare shooting a zombie to shooting an unarmed civilian, if I'd ever been heartless enough to do that - I've not, don't you worry, but unless the sorcerer who made them comes back for a check-up, this mission shouldn't be a problem [i]at all.[/i] Just gun 'em down, my friend, just gun 'em down.'

Having said all of that, he finally donned his ballistic mask, the wolf's snarl covering his face before itself being covered by the helmet. That, he believed, constituted full battle readiness. He snapped to attention, his time in the military coming back to him briefly, and patiently waited for his next order to come in.

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