The Son of the First Bloodline

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Gabriel's scroll buzzed, pulling him out of his thoughts. He glanced down at the screen, a message flashing with a location and a simple instruction meeting. Now. The meeting could only mean one thing there was news, and it was likely about the human supremacy group causing trouble at their borders.

When he arrived at the meeting  Sienna was there, her expression guarded as always, along with several other key members of the White Fang. A small group of scouts stood off to the side, their faces grim and eyes alert.

The room was dimly lit, the atmosphere tense. The scouts had been out in the field, keeping watch and gathering intel on potential threats, and Gabriel could tell by the way they stood that whatever they'd discovered wasn't good.

He met Sienna's gaze, and she gave him a subtle nod, indicating for him to take charge. Gabriel's eyes scanned the room, locking onto the scout leader.

"Report," Gabriel said, his tone brisk, all traces of his earlier mood gone.

The scout leader stepped forward, clearing his throat. "Captain, we confirmed that the human group is more organized than we initially thought. They've set up camp just outside our borders, and it looks like they're preparing for something. Supplies, weapons they got it all."

Gabriel's eyes narrowed. "How many?"

"Hard to say for sure, but we're estimating at least three dozen. And they're armed-heavily. They've also been making deals, trading with other groups for dust ". As Faunus White fang Captain of scout said

Gabriel felt a flicker of anger, quickly suppressed. "And the Grimm?"

Another scout spoke up. "They drawn to the activity near the camp as if they knew wgat they doing."

The room was silent for a moment as Gabriel processed the information. Humans with weapons, Grimm lurking nearby, and Menagerie caught in the middle.

The room was tense Gabriel stood at the head of the table, his eyes scanning the faces of the Faunus white fang members gathered around. Each of them looked to him for guidance, for a plan that would turn the tide in their favor. Gabriel’s expression was calm, but his mind was sharp, assessing every possible move, every potential threat. He was thinking strategically, preparing for a calculated strike.

“We have two main targets,” Gabriel began, his voice steady and clear. “The cave and the camp. Both need to be dealt with There will be four teams in this operation.”

He stepped closer to the map laid out on the table, tracing a path with his finger. “Team One will be our main force. They move in directly to the cave and secure the area. Their goal is to neutralize any defenses, eliminate any sentries without raising an alarm.”

The room was silent as everyone listened, their eyes fixed on Gabriel, absorbing every word will be spoken.

he continued, “Team Two will circle around and take the back entrance of the cave ensure that no one escapes to alert the camp. We box them in, giving them no chance to regroup or call for reinforcements.”

A few heads nodded in understanding. Gabriel could see that they were beginning to see the plan unfold, beginning to believe in it.

“Once the cave is secure, Team Three will move in,” Gabriel said, pointing to a spot on the map. “They be on standby, ready to sweep through the area and assist in clearing any lingering threats. After math shift focus to the camp, joining up with Team One and Two to coordinate a larger strike.”

“And the camp?” one of the scouts asked.

“Team Four will act as support, position provide cover, intercept any incoming threats, and handle any Grimm that get drawn by the fighting. We know they be close, and we need to be ready for them same time team one and two will divide in between the camp and the grimm” As Gabriel look at the group