The Son of the First Bloodline

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As Gabriel and his team moved deeper into the cave, following the winding path down toward the river, they spotted another base setup along the water's edge. He recognized the group immediately.

"Branwen," Gabriel muttered, barely above a whisper. His tone held a mix of surprise and disdain. The Branwen tribe was making deals with the same human supremacists they had just encountered, exchanging supplies and dust extracted from the enslaved Faunus miners.

Gabriel raised a hand, silently signaling his team to prepare for a full assault. This was not going to be a quiet extraction. From where they were positioned, they could see crates of dust and weapons laid out, ready for exchange. Beyond the cave entrance, shadows shifted, revealing the growing shapes of Grimm, slowly closing in on the area.

Gabriel’s mind raced, wondering ( ofcourse it would be dust out everything else)

Gabriel’s gaze harden as he signal others to spread out, readying them for a strike. They would need to dismantle both the Branwen forces and the human supremacist group quickly before anymore Grimm show up could complicate things.

He glanced to his side, where Adam stood quietly, his sharp gaze fixed on the base ahead. They shared a long history, childhood friends eith blake who had countless battles and sabotage missions together. The White Fang forces were approaching slowly, methodically closing in on both the Branwen and supremacist forces.

Adam spoke first, keeping his voice low. “All civilians have been evacuated. The captured prisoner are tied up in the cave, being watched by our men. This is the final phase lets finish this.”

Gabriel nodded. “Good work, as always. We’ll wrap this up, just like we always do in past.”

Adam smirked, glancing back at Gabriel. “Shall we?”

Gabriel’s eyes narrowed, a determined edge in his voice as he responded, “Might as well.”

THE CAVE
Near the cave entrance new recuit White Fang members with fresh, eager face satisfied looks as if they got done with something
stood watch over the prisoners from the supremacist group. Their grim smiles were exchanged only the body's Corpses littered the cave floor, signs of a brutal end to those they saw as enemies.

Before leaving, they double check to ensure that no fellow White Fang members were left inside, leaving behind only the dead. As they stepped out, one of the recruits lit the dust, sending flames into the explosive charges they had carefully rigged along the cave walls full of dust. With a single powerful dust blast, the cave collapsed in a plume of smoke and rubble within.

Following Adam’s precise orders, the recruits didn’t linger. They knew Gabriel’s expectations too well his reputation as an honorable, cautious leader was unmatched, and his intolerance for needless brutality was something they didn’t dare cross path with Gabriel out all people. taking heed of Adam instructions to disappear as soon as their task was done. With Gabriel’s paranoid, they couldn’t afford even the slightest chance of discovery, aware that if he sensed anything amiss, his suspicions would close in on them.

OUTSIDE
Gabriel turned as the explosion from the cave something had gone wrong. His eyes narrowed, immediately alert. The three-way chaos was underway, with White Fang forces caught between the Grimm, the human supremacist group, and the Branwen tribe.

Four White Fang squads focused their efforts on the Grimm, ensuring the creatures didn’t break through. Groups Two and Three took on the human supremacists and the Branwen tribe with no clear alliances in sight. One group as back up to four group.

Beside him, Adam moved forward to the cave, his expression unreadable meeting Gabriel’s gaze. "I'll check the cave finish the mission"

Gabriel nodded, trusting Adam judgment, then turned to join the in the fight.