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Bear tries to twist out from underneath her boot. Usually that would be easy, he was heavier and much stronger. But every movement sent pure agony to his leg. He could run, and oh, did he want to run, he knew that would be impossible. His gun was now out his reach. His only defense was his strength. But he could barley see or hear Eden behind the white hot pain ripping through him. But he had calmed down enough to hear the threat. "You can try you-" his insult is stopped by another wave of pure agony. He cries out. The brute had been knocked down to a sobbing child in one kick.
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Nox was quite impressed with the skill that Eden demonstrated. But now there was a new problem. Somebody had gotten injured. This wasn't supposed to happen, it wasn't part of the plan. She crouches down near Icarus and tries to examine what was wrong. If something was broken then that would be a problem. She could effectively heal scars and other open wounds. But broken bones were another story. She notices the way he is holding his chest and cringes. Was his sternum broken? That's a huge problem, he could have internal bleeding or worse, the bone could've pierced an organ! She silently curses to herself

Luke heard the commotion and stops playing. He puts the guitar back on his back strap and gets his bow and arrows ready if someone suddenly came charging at him. He saw that a fight happens so he lowers his bow and comes to the front of the crowd.

Icarus tried to wave Nox off, his voice more breathing than sound. Osiris dove, hitting the ground as a hyena, and trotted over to drool in Doug's face. Guards followed moments after him, more than one kind of restraint being brought. A younger guard, probably a new recruit, walked up to Eden and whispered in her ear: "He'll be taken to the back rooms for interrogation. Once that's done he's all yours." The guard stepped back, then watched as a few of the others went about attaching handcuffs, an iron collar, chains between his ankles; they had no mercy with their punishments. They had arrived in a Phalanx formation, spreading into a crescent moon once they reached their destination. The younger guard looked around, then spotted Nox and Icarus. "Osiris, send for a medic." The wild dog glanced up at the guard, letting one last drop of sickly saliva drip out of his mouth and meet the face of Bear. Once satisfied, he took of at a remarkable speed, turning a corner into another doorway.

Bear is forced to lean heavily against the guard next to him. He curses out at them as they walk, trying to keep his tough guy act going. "My people will get you for this!" He shouts. His voice booming down the walls of the stronghold. He doesn't take time to think of a plan, the brute was still overconfident that he could weasel his way out of this.
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Nox winces slightly. My people will get you for this. Hopefully she wasn't tied into this, she couldn't handle more assassination attempts. In all honestly, most of the time she had gotten lucky. An aim that was slightly off or a loose floorboard that had woken her up just in time. She shakes her head, trying to put all of this out of mind. Will he be okay? Nox signs. She wasn't sure how experienced his medics were.

𝗘𝗗𝗘𝗡 𝗔𝗛𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗗𝗘
AND 𝗗𝗔𝗘𝗗𝗥𝗜𝗦

— 𝗙𝗘𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚; Apprehensive; Discontent; Brooding; - 𝗟𝗢𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 Stronghold Court; Quarters - 𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦; Icarus & Osiris; Nox & Freyja; — 

xxxxxxWatching the burly criminal and Icarus being lead away, the wrath that had just consumed her very soul started to die down, simmering until it was a low, burning pit at her core. She wondered if the muscular drug-lord would join the people cavorting in her nightmares tonight, and with a shudder, Eden decided that she didn’t want to find out. The burning pit expanded as the drug lord attempted in all bravado to scream something through the haze of agony she’d put him in, the darkness rising up with a snap before Eden clamped it down with her icy fist. This was not going to be the end of this foolish endeavor, and Eden was sure of the consequences she’d face with the brute’s mercenaries and jackass killers coming after her blood once they heard of the predicament their boss got themselves into. And even after his death, when it came for him.
xxxxxxIt wasn’t even night yet, but Eden could feel her brow getting heavy as the day’s woes and troubles got to her nerves. She exhaled wearily into her hands, the sound whooshing past her and nearly getting swallowed up by the ruckus of the crowd around her. Daedris, still on edge yet at a more restrained posture of attention, kept watch until Eden recalled him back into the tattoo on her forearm. Eden turned to Nox finally, her posture more curt than before, if not gruffly acknowledging the female still stood there during the entire confrontation. Nox was shaking - worried, and rightly so, about the assassination threat. It was a blank threat, especially given the rather impressive security system that this stronghold had. That girl is trouble. Eden thought quietly to herself. Nox and her familier seemed to attract it like a magnet wherever she went.
xxxxxxNevertheless, Bear’s haunting, pain-ridden scream, and the sinister promise of death and pain those words carried haunted her all the way to her quarters. They were remarkably plain, as could be expected of a bunker, with minimal furniture and a bed that only consisted of a mattress on the floor. No, two beds. Was she going to be sharing the room with someone? Daedris, in his sooty owl form, plodded around the room harmlessly, the artificial light glinting off his polished wings. Eden could just feel the disdain that was radiating off of her partner as he reminisced, wistfully, about the plush bed at home. Home, the dark sanctum that had bred and nurtured the darkness inside of her. And now, circumstances had taken them away from the only door that Eden could step through without having Daedris next to her, ready to pounce at a moments notice. The only place that anyone who wanted her dead would not dare to cross, or enter, for fear of the consequences.
xxxxxxIt wasn’t a nice feeling to be hunted. Not for a predator.

Icarus felt himself get lifted from the ground, carefully and expertly set on top of a stretcher. He closed his eyes, feeling himself drift off to sleep. He knew he didn't wake up for a good two hours, about eight o'clock by the view he was greeted with. He'd been propped up, his dreary eyes taking in the view of his people, settling in for the night. He smiled to himself, one of his hands absently rising to poke at the metal staples now in his chest, holding his cracked sternum together. "Mmm, where'sth medic?" His speech was slurred and quiet, the sedatives just then starting to wear off. Two of them, the head and his main nurse, stepped up to the bed side. "No organs were punctured, so you're safe to breathe normally. You might be a little woozy, so I'd recommend staying on that bed until- Icarus, stay down else you'll fall over." At that, Icarus chuckled, waving his hand to gesture to a crutch leaning against the wall, one of many that had been snatched by his scavengers. He winced in pain as soon as he did. The nurse looked to George, the head medic, then started on her way to grab it as he sighed and nodded. Icarus smiled when she brought it over, his hands making the gesture for "thank you" in Sign. She smiled and signed back, "you're welcome." Shuffling up on to his feet, Icarus propped the metal stick under his shoulder and gave his thanks to the medics one more time. Once done there, he departed, shakily, with a dulled tick---tick---tick as his third leg carried him.

Nox slowly moves towards her quarters. Freyja silently walks next to her, an apologetic look was written across the feline's face. Nox wasn't mad at her, she was right. There was no way she could safely avoid the monsters above and there was no way to know that Bear would've been here. She had requested a room to herself, which was quickly allowed after what happened. But this meant she would have to walk deep into the stronghold. This gave her too much time to think. How many people was Bear connected with? The answer was simple, too many. She was thankful that Eden and Icarus were there to help her.
Eventually Nox makes it into the room. It was larger than she expected with a cot sitting in the corner of the room. That was different, Nox was use to sleeping on the floors of the bell tower. Stolen blankets being her only cushion. Now that she was finally alone, she could relax. After ensuring that her door was locked she removes her mask and cloak. Exposing the dark tank top underneath. Tattoos run along her arms. A series of roses sitting on her shoulders and running down her arms. The rose tattoos were more thorns than flowers. She places her weapons near her cot, well within an arms reach. She silently lays down on the cot. Freyja leaps onto the cot, the large cat struggling to fit. This makes Nox laugh. As she pets the large cat, she slowly forgets about all of her troubles.

Luke is walking into where he requested to sleep. He said he didn’t need much, just enough to stay until the monsters were gone. He passed Nox’s door, his feet tapping quietly, then he goes into the room next to hers. Morpho is silently flapping his wings by. Luke takes off of his hoodie, revealing just a plain old t-shirt. He lies down on his bed. He can’t seem to sleep yet. He tunes his guitar, then starts playing Despacito on it. He closes his eyes. This was helpful. It helped him sleep at night, and it was the one of the only enjoyable things he could do.

𝗘𝗗𝗘𝗡 𝗔𝗛𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗗𝗘
AND 𝗗𝗔𝗘𝗗𝗥𝗜𝗦

xxxxxx— 𝗙𝗘𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚; Unsettled; Haunted - 𝗟𝗢𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡; Private Quarters - 𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦; Icarus & Osiris; — 

xxxxxxEden knew what was likely awaiting her when she fell into slumber, and out of something similar to disdainful insomnia, stubbornly avoided the increasingly difficult pull of slumber. When her body tried to pull her under for some hard-needed rest, she pulled back to the world of the waking with equal stubbornness. Her body was already sickened by the day’s events, gorged on the horrors of death and the cry of violence. Without anything to captivate her, Eden’s mind would inevitably drift back to ponder the racier details of the day. Even her stubborn nature wouldn’t allow for a complete respite from the horrors of the night. A chill snaked down her spine just thinking about it, even as she felt her brows get heavier.
xxxxxxNightmares were no stranger to Eden. In fact, the demented parade of dark and demented images that might’ve driven another person mad and that caused her to wake up each night in a blind panic were all too often. But it was no surprise either that Eden met them with the same dull diligence and cold ferocity that she met everything in life. They did not conquer her; Eden made sure of that. But they did stay with her; clinging to her form like cobwebs, dancing madly behind her eyes and in the windows of her soul. Her brows drooped even lower, much to Eden’s dismay. The peace of the night would endure but an hour, at best. At worst, all hell would break loose the moment her consciousness left her.
xxxxxxSo she stayed awake. For her own sanity’s sake.
xxxxxxHeavy trudging footsteps formed a repetitive thud-thud coming toward her room, approaching wearily, and immediately Eden propped herself on her elbows, alert. Waiting. This may be one of the few strongholds remaining against the monsters, but it wasn’t a place where she felt perfectly at ease. This was a different and equally dangerous sanctum, in her opinion. Although, she did relax slightly when Icarus’s bent-over form eclipsed the dim glow of the hallway. Only slightly though, her body still tense and on guard. A mere product of habit.
xxxxxxThe clock on the wall read 9:45. About bedtime.
xxxxxx”I didn’t mean to wake you up.” Icarus murmured, his mellifluous voice sliding over her senses, soothing them like a cup of hot chocolate. He was clearly squinting dazedly through the sharp contrast of light and darkness. Icarus had to be exhausted; he was bent over, and he gripped his cane in a tight, knuckled grip. Eden could hear the yawn in his voice. “But shouldn’t you be asleep? It’s getting late.”
xxxxxxEden responded with a huff, rolling over on her side as her eyes began to drift again. The outside hallway brought in the sounds of the other residents of the stronghold heading to bed, their sleepy murmurs and yawns echoing faintly into her room. “I doubt that it should be any of your concern, Icarus.” Eden replied dryly, her cheeks flushing faintly in the darkness. She turned her back to him once more, where she could feel his gaze linger for just a moment longer than usual.
xxxxxxSoon, Eden heard his heavy footsteps and the clank of his third leg as he moved off toward his own cot, and the room was plunged back into darkness once more. A yawn parted her jaws wide, the sound fading quickly in the close night air, mixing with the sound of him getting ready for bed beside her. It wasn’t long, unfortunately, before she was plunged into the dark sea of unconsciousness.
xxxxxxSleep was peaceful, somewhat, for the first few hours or so. Inky blackness providing her mind a haven from the wild and loud reality. But after that, the nightmares, in all their horrifying glory, seized her lustfully, groping at her mind with tattered decaying fingers. There was no escape from them, and what had once been a peaceful midnight paradise was a charnel house of horrors.
xxxxxxThe nightmares were merciless, tormenting her, shredding her, ripping her mind apart and replacing it with undiluted terror. Eden dreamt of monsters devouring her, their claws leaving deep gouges as lines of teeth sank into flesh. Eden tried to kick him off, but somehow her legs wouldn’t move. Pain swept through her body like a tidal wave, paralyzing her. She dreamt of a battlefield, with hundreds of corpses, all people she knew, tossed about like dolls after a storm. She dreamt of falling, from where she didn’t know, with her hands bound. The sickening images danced out of her grip in a dark kaleidoscope, horrifying, vengeful.
xxxxxxSomeone was, distantly, calling her name, roaring it in response to her robotic jerking and twisting. The person didn’t wake her up, didn’t jolt her from her cold paralysis.
xxxxxxBut the slap sure did.

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Icarus felt himself relax when Eden opened her eyes, then realized once again what he'd had to do to wake her up. "I.. Uhm... I'm sorry, I just couldn't get you to wake up any other way. You were tossing and turning, whimpering a little too. Was it.. Was it those nightmares again?" He'd managed to remember what she'd told him about how she didn't like to fall asleep all that often, with horrific visions plaguing her during the black depths of the night. His eyes were searching hers with their usual interest and curiosity, and it was clear that the medical poison had worn off. His eyes were once again asking a silent question, although it seemed a little different this time, almost more awkward. Almost..... Scared. Behind his eyes, his mind flashed across the promise he'd made, how he'd joked it was a blood oath: No matter what time it is, no matter where we are, I swear on this necklace that I'll be there to hold your hand whilst you sleep, to comfort you in your nightmarish battleground of unconsciousness. His eyes traveled across her face, then fixed on the pendant hung around her neck, the beautiful stone glimmering in even this absence of all light. He almost broke down crying right there, a sob trying to lurch forward and break from its vocal prison. His eyes traveled back along her jawline, fixing once more on her own, his silent question becoming a quiet vocal one: "Do you want me to stay here with you?"

Jag leans onto his desk, half-asleep over a pile of maps and other important paperwork for the gang. Binx leans his head forward, bumping heads with Jag to help wake him up. Jag grimaces, waking up slightly but not enough. He gently scratches behind Binx's ears, earning a series of purrs from him. He jumps in surprise when a series of vibrations comes from the desk. It takes him a moment to calm down and answer the phone.
"What is the problem?" Jag asks gruffly.
"Why do you always assume that there is a problem?" The person on the other end asks, sounding very offended.
"Because there is always a problem when I'm not involved. Please continue, I'm busy" Jag says with a tired sigh.
"Bear is gone" there is a beat of silence. "He is still alive, but not for long. This place is too heavily guarded to break him out" the person explains.
"A shame... How did that happen?" Jag asks. Somehow, he keeps the excitement out of his voice, he hated Bear.
"He went after a troublemaker and got jumped by Stormhunter" the person answers. Jag shakes his head and smiles in amusement. Stormhunter had caused them quite a headache, she was slowly picking off his men one by one. Although he wasn't sure if it was by accident or not.
"Anything else I should know? Who was he after?" Jag asks.
"All you should know is that your new targets will be Stormhunter and Icarus. Both are huge targets, but I know you can handle it. As for the troublemaker, she is mostly unheard of. She rarely goes after big fish. But Bear learned a name: Nox. I would recommended taking her out after the first two" the person answers. Everything seems to stop in that moment. Nox? It had been years since he heard that name. He gulps, feeling himself losing composure quickly. "Do you think you can handle it?" The person asks impatiently.
"Of course" Jag answers, expertly hiding the lie.

ക 𝗘𝗗𝗘𝗡 𝗔𝗛𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗗𝗘
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— 𝗙𝗘𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚; Shaken; Defiant; Haunted; - 𝗟𝗢𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡; Private Quarters - 𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦; Icarus; — 

xxxxxxThe nightmare had left Eden shaken for sure, her lungs gasping for air that the quarters could not give. The trembling that had overcome her body during the nightmare barely receded in the waking world, leaving her body to shake uncontrollably; a sight that she managed to hide from Icarus. His eyes were shadow-like in the darkness, as was the most of him, and the fact that he was looming over her as she returned to consciousness didn’t help matters. She could still feel the way that blood choked its way down her maw, drowning her in its disturbing grave.
xxxxxxPart of her was still in that nightmare.
xxxxxxHer eyes wandered around the darkness of the room that hung over her like a tomb, suddenly hyper-aware of every little sound. The sound of her heartbeat, in particular, was … loud. Louder than usual. The shock of the slap was already fading; the faint wind-chimes of the phantoms that were just cavorting in her consciousness still lingered.
xxxxxxEden gradually became aware of Icarus’s question, gentle as usual; stumbling over his words as he reacted toward her eccentric behavior. The fear that was vaguely apparent before her only made her gut twist, and she eventually scooted away from him. Her back hitting the bedpost behind her jolted through her, as did every little thing. Paranoia choked her throat, tightening its grip; making her eyes flicker as she attempted to hide her disgust at the too-close walls around her.
xxxxxx“I.. Uhm... I'm sorry, I just couldn't get you to wake up any other way.” Icarus said, hesitantly, nudgingly drawing her away from the dark abyss, “You were tossing and turning, whimpering a little too. Was it.. Was it those nightmares again?” Eden bit her lip, looking away. Of all the daunting, demented visions that she’d received, Eden wasn’t about to admit it, but that recent one had certainly left its mark. More so than the others.
xxxxxxHer cheeks flushed as his gaze lingered on her eyes, her face and the nape of her neck, longingly, perhaps. The attention nearly made her squirm; the desire behind it more than a secret. But about half of those thoughts died when his eyes fixated with unnatural intensity on the amulet that she wore; the bone-cold gold lazily pressing against Eden’s skin. The dazed, uncanny state of her mind was unable to process where and when that amulet had been received in the moment, although as she witnessed the stone-hard resolve behind Icarus’s soul crumble; that sob that tore open his throat and nearly escaped his maw audible even to her…she would remember tomorrow hopefully. Snatch at the figments that danced beyond her fingers and piece it back together. Blinking, she met Icarus’s forlorn gaze, allowing her eyes to become firm albeit haunted once more. I’m fine.
xxxxxxThe blush only became more evident when he asked if she wanted him to stay, his struggle to form words evident. But Eden only shrugged, before lying back down again a few inches to the left, exhaustion pervading her senses.
xxxxxxHis choice.

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Icarus smiled a little, his clothes rustling as he got up, then carefully slid on to the cot next to her. A whisper broke from his lips, his breath slightly shaky. "I remember, way back when, I made a promise to you." His eyes fixed on the ceiling, peering in to the past in his mind. He looked at her once again, his eyes full of memories. "Do you remember?" He paused for a moment, then recited, "No matter what time it is, no matter where we are, I swear on this necklace that I'll be there to hold your hand whilst you sleep, to comfort you in your nightmarish battleground of unconsciousness." Laying on his left side, he was able to meet her eyes, even if it was for but a brief few seconds. Laying down flat again, he sighed a little, then said, "Sleep well, Eden. Wake me up if you need anything, alright?" Even then, his voice said it was clear he wasn't going to fall asleep until she did, even if just to make sure she fell asleep.

Suddenly the breath leaves Jag's lungs. He opens up his eyes, alarm filling his gaze. When did he fall asleep? He tries to free his arm to fight off his attacker but the body was too heavy. Suddenly Binx sits up and swipes his face as if to say jeez calm down. He was back in his jaguar form, so that only meant one thing... Binx jumps off of Jag's chest and walks towards the door and hisses at it. Jag rises to his feet just in time to see a masked man enter the room. He shoots Binx a wary look before addressing Jag.
"He ain't talking" the man informs.
"Why do you need me?" Jag snaps. "I don't interogate people, you know that!" He shouts. His stomach was doing flip flops. The man they captured was old and had family. He also was rumored to have ties to a rival gang and supposedly knew a lot of information. Jag silently doubted that. If this man was calling Jag in, it meant that Jag would have to kill him. Something he would rather not do. But he had no choice so he silently follows the man to the cell that the poor chap is being held in.

"Give me some space" Jag demands. As he waits for the man to leave he looks over their prisoner. He had multiple cuts along his arms. It was one of their favorite torture methods. Jag must have visibly cringed because the man simply shakes and his head.
"It's not that bad" he says with a pained laugh. "I don't know anything. I just happen to live within the gang's territory" he adds.
"I believe you. If you really were trouble, they would've sent me" Jag turns to the door. "I'm not supposed to do this, but I'll make an exception" he moves over to a window and opens it. "Leave, but don't ever show your face around here again" the old man stands up slowly and gives Jag a doubtful look. When Jag doesn't immediately attack him he races to the window and hops out. Jag stands by the window and waits for the man to leave his field of vision, then he stands there longer. He had to make his next move convincing.

"Where is the prisoner!?" The man demands when Jag leaves the room.
"Gone, I allowed him to leave" Jag shoots him a cold smile. "I sent Binx after him" he lies. "Just as I suspected, he knew nothing. But we can't risk him surviving, especially now that he has seen my face." The man shakes his head and laughs at Jag.
"D*mn, I'm glad you are on my team. You are cruel" he pats Jag on the back and walks away. Jag sighs and picks up Binx, who is in his smaller house cat form and carries him to his room. His heart breaks with each step. He doesn't like the person who he had become. These small deeds will never be enough to wash away his sins

Luke doesn’t wanna have to stay here. He heard some voices a few rooms over, but ignored them. He tunes his guitar quickly and then starts playing a nice little tune on the guitar so he could fall asleep quicker. Morpho says, “I don’t really get why you do this Luke.” Luke smiles, then said back, “It help me relax. Take away stress.” He puts up the guitar and left a few traps around the guitar in case someone decides to sneak in the middle of the night a steal it. He also put some traps around his bed. You never know if someone was hired to murder you. Anything could happen. He turns off the light and falls asleep, Morpho resting on the bed next to him.

-=Timeskip to Morning, about 7:30 A.M.=-

Icarus was well awake, and had already slipped silently away from the cot. After a few routine checks on various things, he returned to the room and pushed open a second door, one that led to a sink and a toilet. Filling the sink with water, he stepped back out and started to dig around in a bag beneath his own cot, sitting there for a good amount of time and still not finding his razor. Plucking a canister of shaving cream from the bag, he set it aside, then went back to searching.

Luke disables his traps as he woke up, remembering where he put them last night. He yawns, then stretches. He takes a shower then puts on his hoodie. He grabs his bow and guitar, then exits the room. He keeps his guitar in a case. Not in a guitar case though. In a rectangular case.

Nox was itching to leave this place. She couldn't help but feel like a mouse that found itself in a snakes nest. But where would she go? Her home was destroyed and there weren't too many nice abandoned buildings for her to hide in. She also still had to search the rubble to find her lost item- a small picture book. It was so small it could fit in her pocket. All her old memories were in there, it was her only reminder of her real self. "The work never stops huh?" Nox tells Freyja. After putting her mask and cloak back on she leaves her room. It was busy, people were waking up and getting ready for the day. Nox's neck prickles slightly, she had a feeling that she was being watched.
...
Jag perches on a rooftop near one of the strongholds openings. His leg is stretched out and his rifle is laying across his leg. It's a large semi-automatic, with a suppressor and scope attached onto it. He watches the opening lazily. Binx leans against Jag's leg and purrs, totally missing the memo that this was supposed to be an assassination. Or, as Jag is going to call it, a scouting. He didn't intend to kill anyone today, but he would if it came down to it. All he wants to do is watch each person and try to learn their day. See who they are connected to and where they go. That's how he surprises his prey. He shivers slightly, not wanting to face Icarus or Stormhunter. But most of all, he didn't want to face Nox. She couldn't see him like this.

Luke walks into the main room. He stretches a bit, then picks his case back up. He walks under the opening where Jag is watching. He looks around him for a bit, trying to make sure nobody was watching him. Monarch is on his head sleeping in his hair under the hood of Luke’s hoodie. Luke goes into a little crevice that he found that led into a little cave.

Jag narrows his eyes at Luke, but other than that he doesn't move. He hears a bit of static coming in from his earpiece. He raises a wire to his mouth. "Come in" he says outloud. He was far enough away from the opening that it would be difficult for unsuspecting civilians to hear him. For a moment, there is silence. Then a voice speaks.
"John and I are standing guard near target 1 and 2's door. Haven't been spotted yet... There isn't too much movement from them yet" Rick informs.
"Nox is moving, she seems to be moving towards your location or near target 1 and 2" a new voice, Greg adds.
"Excellent. Keep your distance and keep me updated" Jag tells them. He pulls the rifle into his chest and locks the strap against a belt on his chest. He would have to move soon and he could move much more efficiently when he isn't carrying a gun. There was visible signs of a monster attack, but they were gone now. Because of that Jag had a feeling that Icarus would lead a scouting party to find those monsters. Which means Stormhunter and Nox would most likely leave as well, but he could be incorrect. Still, he had to prepare for the worst. Which is why he had three men watching them.