Adam climbed quietly down from the back of the Humvee, checking to make sure his pistol was loaded and at his side.

Erin leapt lightly out of her Humvee and checked her weapon in its holster. She followed behind, thinking sensibly that if there was any sort of action she'd better stay out of it and let Andy and Wolfe do their jobs.

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Name: Lazlò
Age: 28
Nationality: Hungarian
Division: Former Facility Guard

Appearance: He has long brown hair and beard, his hair is messy and seems unclean. He wears a green camouflage suit and black boots.

Weapons: He carries a AK-47 as his main weapons and occasionally relies on his uzi

Personality: He is a loner as he always had been, but with the time he spent alone on the island he would react more distrusting to anyone that would arrive. When he speaks to no-one he usually starts muttering some songs to himself that he has learnt by memory.

History:

Lazlò was a guard hired to look after the facility as the scientists entered, however he did escape the facility alone and wandered into the jungle where he had to survive. This made his ever paranoid and made him set up booby traps around wherever he slept so that he could not be jumped on so easily. He has not even tried to get towards the beach or to be noticed by passing ships as he has seemed to believe that no one could find the place.

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A figure that blended into the green jungle sneaked after the cautious group that approached the village, his grip around his AK-47 tightened as they got closer to the village. Who were these people and why were they here? These questions ran trough his mind and made him struggle with himself. Part of him wished to run to them and praise to god that he had not been lost for the rest of his life on this god forsaken island, but then again his more animal side told him to wait, watch and listen to them.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Christian was unusually quiet as he followed the Captian. His eyes watched his surrondings with alertness and curiousity. His M16 was in his hands while his assualt rifle was strapped to his back.

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Abigail followed behind the others. She had not really made friends with them. For the most part, she didn't care if she became chums with a bunch of yanks. But part of her longed for companionship. She sighed, knowing it was her own fault. She was uptight and didn't let people in easily. She brushed her wishes and regrets away, concentrating on the task up hand. Her right hand stayed close to her handgun, itching to snatch it up.

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Wolfe heard the sound as well and whispered into his radio, "Permission granted, Falcon." He looked around at his team. "Sparrow, Hawk. Stay behind. We'll call if we need reinforcements. Rascal, Fox. Come with me. Remember this is diplomacy, but be ready for hell."

With that, he returned his M16 to its holster and strode boldly out into the open. Consumed with ardent passion, the natives danced around a massive bonfire in the center of their village. At first they paid the intruders no heed. But gradually their demonic dance subsided and, one by one, they turned.

And Nicholas Wolfe sorely and immediately regretted ever coming here at all.

Humans they were, tall and muscular, with coal-black skin and prominent jawbones. But apparently being exposed to radiation for so long had addled their genes. Many were missing limbs, but twice that number had more limbs than were strictly necessary. It was, literally, like some nightmarish scene from a sci-fi movie.

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"Roger that, Hunter," Erin had replied into her radio, and crouched in the underbrush to watch the goings-on carefully. Unfortunately, she wasn't close enough to see the strange spectacle of the mutated natives, but she was fairly sure that if anything went drastically wrong she'd be able to spot it.

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Andy had never seen things like this before, but from what he'd been able to read from his laptop, he was a bit prepared for abnormalities.

this went BEYOND abnormalities.

this was INSANE.

Andy speeded a little to reach the rest of the team.
he didn't get off his bike, but he had his left hand out, a firm grip on his Urban Sniper. He didn't level the gun at the natives, but it was ready to come up at a second's notice.

he was better at driving with his right hand, and shooting with his left.

this had better be one of those lucky days...

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"Copy that Hunter," said Christian. Likewise Abigail said "Roger that." They slowly followed behind him, silently making their way through the brush, watching the natives. Abigail whipped out her Kahr P45 as they turned with a slight gasp. Christian prepared to shoot. The mutated....creatures eyes stared at them with hostility. Their limbs were grosteque missing where the should be and poking out where they certainly should not be. Several had even produced extra arms.

Christian glanced toward the Captian for orders. The natives had not attacked but it was most likely they would. He cocked his gun.

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Adam had meant to hang back behind the members of the team with more weapons, but he realized that they might need a translator. He was fluent in several languages, and had a least a basic understanding of quite a few others. He still stayed behind the others, but he was close enough to see what was going on.
Adam stared at the natives, shocked at what he saw. It was horrible. <i>Who did this to them?</i> he thought.

"Thanks mate. Over and out. And God's luck to you." Shade walked over from the jeep and went towards the noise. Darkness surrounded her in every direction.

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

Anna Marie had accompanied her captain, and the others, and upon seeing the natives, her eyes grew wide. The expression etched upon ner face was a mixture of shock and horror. "Oh my...." she breathed.

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(Turwaithiel note my post)

Lazlò crept closer, but stopped as he noticed that they stopped and one was coming near him, not obviously aware of him yet in his direction. Lazlò`s grip tightened and he prepared to ambush the one closing in.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

For a moment, there was only inimical silence as both sides scrutinized each other. Wolfe retained his cool, diplomatic air. For all he knew, they might still need the natives.

"Hawk," he muttered in low tones. "Language expert needed here. If you can tell them we're not here for battle..."

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"Gotta figure out what language they speak first." Adam said in an equally low tone. He stepped forward, smiling, with both hands held out palms forward. "Hello," he said, in English. He need the natives to say something so he could get an idea of how to talk with them. "We're not here to hurt you."

Christian and Abigail slightly lowered their weapons, following Wolfe's lead. They did not however put them down. The two exchanged glances of shock and alertness before continuing to stare at the natives.

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Anna Marie kept her hand on her gun, and watched the natives. She was shocked at what had happened to the natives, to say the least.

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