Wolfe quickly made certain the rest of his team were safe in their Humvees before leaping into the passenger seat next to Anna Marie. As she keyed the ignition, he whipped out an RPG from under the seat and fired the warhead into the wolf pack's general vicinity. No need to aim - the grenade's explosive potential would take care of that.

"Go, go, go!" he urged, with all desire to get the heck out of there before the thing detonated.

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Anna Marie pushed her foot down on the gas and drove the Hummer away, her short hair getting in her face. She didn't bother looking back.

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Aiden held on tightly: he was in the back of the jeep. The vehicle sped off, bumping and shaking on the bumpy road. "That was a bit tto close for my liking" He muttered to himself. "Where are we heading too?" He asked the driver.

Anna looked toward Aiden, before looking at the leader. "Well, Wolfe?" she asked.

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Christian jumped in beside Aiden. "That was fun," he remarked as the Hummer sped away. Aiden asked where they were going and he looked curiously towards the Captian.

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Abigail sat at the wheel of the second jeep. Her face was set in a serious, irratated, expression as she drove. She was dressed sensibly. She wore brown breeches tucked into combat boots covered with protective half-chaps. A dark green bullet proof vest was over a simple green shirt. She did not expect any gunfire towards her but after hearing some of the occurences in the area, it was she decided it was better to be safe then sorry. Her apparel was light, protective, and easy to move in. Her gun was in a holster secured to the utility belt on her waist.

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Anna Marie looked at Christian from her rear-veiw mirror, an incredulous look on her face. She shook her head and looked to the other Jeep.

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Erin followed, with Shade, handling the vehicle expertly and occasionally casting a glance at the map on her passenger seat.

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Name: Andy Wong
Age: 27
Nationality: China/Chinese
Division: ?
Call sign: Leopard

Appearance: black hair fashioned into a mowhawk. has a perfect, smooth , girly looking face (which means he'd be able to cross dress and no one-that didn't know him- will be able to tell.) Muscular but slender, not bulky

Weapons: M4 Carbine, 12 gauge Shotgun, .22 caliber Desert Eagle (i wish i could find the book that said something about this) , Long knife, sniper rifle <--best with)

Personality: Likes to make his own way, stubborn, but very friendly. if confronted with people he doesn't know, he is very secluded and doesn't interact easily. likes exploring (mentaly and physically-meaning he likes to push limits, of yours and his mind and body)
Occupation: Ex-intelligence-gatherer
History: His records are unavailable, but he has the Chinese government's recommendation since he was an intelligence gatherer aka spy for 5 years inside the Chinese government, thus his records are sealed to the general population. Andy Wong is not even his real name, that too, is sealed. He is well trained in weaponry (intelligence gathering AKA spy again) and is a martial arts master.

and yes, LDM, im joining... at your... well not request but still... you brought my attention to this

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Adam sat in the back of a jeep, trying to catch his breath. He ducked as the RPG fired, sincerely hoping that it would take care of the wolves.

Abigail looked in her mirror at Adam in the back seat who seemed to be out of breath. "Don't forget to breathe back there," she said in a sarcastic but not nasty tone. "There's some water bottles under the seat." Her grip started to loosen on the steering wheel and she looked ahead towards the hummer wondering where the Americans were taking them.

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Shade put up her pistol and sighed. "I hate close encounters."

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

"Thanks." Adam said. He reached under the seat and grabbed a bottle for himself. He took a long drink as he looked around at the other humvees. It looked like everyone had gotten away unharmed.

*im assuming that i can but in? well, who cares, its LDM's thread lol. just kidding *
Andy cruised away from the airport on his rented motorbike, wearing a tight fitting black shirt and a leather jacket. His mowhawk looked a mess, 16 hours on planes can do that to you, considering he came from his post in Canada to get here. He hated planes. hated them. They were never on time when he needed to be; which means he was nearly always late when he took a plane.
Heading toward the dot that appears on the GPS he'd been given, he hoped there will be people there. or this could get really embarrassing.

[since he looks like a girl, how about you guys mistake him for one? read bio if you dont know what im talking about. it would be really funny]

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Wolfe glanced at the GPS system, where a small red dot blinked on the screen. That red dot was slowly but steadily moving closer to the center of the island. He silently complimented Ana Marie on her driving before keying in his radio.

"Hawk, Sparrow, Fox-man," he addressed the scientists of the team. "How's that map coming along?"

Before they'd entered the jungle, they'd found an ancient map detailing the location of several primal villages scattered around the island. Wolfe hoped the natives could help with locating this supposed Soviet base. The only problem was, that map was enscribed in some obscure primitive language.

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"As you may have noticed, Hunter," came back Erin's slightly static-laden response, "Being attacked by manic wolves is not exactly conducive to map-deciphering. Be that as it may, I've explored a few possibilities and it sems that these islanders had a primitive alphabet if they had one at all, and that symbols are more likely to mean words than letters." She fell silent, and checked her own GPS system, just to make absolutely sure.

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i edited my post 2 posts up in case anyone read it and posted before i edited it.

Andy pushed the motorcycle to 85 MPH. He was going to meet them... even if he was late. Checking his GPS again, he adjusted his route a bit. He then looked back to the storage cases behind the seat, his gear was still in there. good.

He was nearing the GPS dots, and if he kept this direction and they did too, he should end up in the middle of the humvees.

Andy hoped they won't shoot him by accident, from what he heard, things are goign to be more than a bit tense. He let go of the bar on th eleft to feel into a hoster he added onto the motorcycle. good.

at least he could find comfort that not many creatures can keep 85 miles per hour. at least, he hoped not.
who knows with the reports of the strange aniumals?

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