The Hunt

The Canine Company

Day 293

Stationed in Southeast Alaska

Being told that you wouldn't amount to anything without having a college degree was tough, it'd make you work hard and not seem like a lazy person, too bad it wouldn't amount to anything.

"Cause here I am, gun in hand."

You looked at the angled piece of metal in your hands. A Kriss Vector, .45 ACP, modified to produce a hefty 2000 rounds per minute. Custom fitted with a Holo sight, Vertical Foregrip, Carbon Fiber lined barrel, and a 40 round drum extended magazine. Most would think it's overkill, but for you, it's the perfect weapon. As a secondary you carry a Model 1887 Winchester shotgun, refurbished to fit your desired needs; featuring a sawed off barrel for maximum mobility and greater pellet spread for standard Buckshot, however, you aren't using that ammo, you're instead using Dragon's Breath shells, pressurized just slightly more to give your shots an extra "umph" during a gunfight. Finishing off your arsenal is your Glock 19, a simple, yet reliable sidearm.

After you had finished overlooking your weapons, you had heard a voice call out to your direction. Judging by its gruffness, you were able to easily point out who it was.

"Umbra! Get your ass over here, got an announcement to make." 

"Tex." Thinking that it would probably just be another lecture on not to mess with the wild dogs anymore, you simply decided to walk at a slow pace, however, the closer you got to the debriefing tent, the faster you began to walk as seeing the increasing amount of people made you worry. The thought of more dead battalion members filled your mind. "Hopefully it isn't as bad as last week, we can't afford to lose anymore."

Moving through the dense crowd of Grunts, you were able to head inside of the tent. You saw Tex and four other men in full gear in the center. "What's going on?" before you could continue thinking to yourself, Tex spoke up to everyone in the tent.

"Alright! We haven't heard word back from Squad 5, the team in charge of clearing the path of the forest. We assume that they're K.I.A and that their bodies are somewhere twenty miles north of our position-."

Dread filled your mind, along with fear and a slight drive of anger. The soldiers of the battalion you're in are just mercenaries looking to make a quick buck, though quick seemed to be an understatement. You and the others have been on this hunt for the past five months; many have died just looking for the beast. They've named it 'Hatred' due to the way its eyes illicit a dark red/pink. Luckily you were one of the few to walk the forest without getting caught off guard by Hatred, and return back safe and sound. You realised you were getting sidetracked, and started listening to Tex again.

"-nd with that being said, we need a recovery team to extract the bodies from within the forest; we've already got three on standby, just need one more to complete the squad." 

After Tex finished that sentence, the room was filled with people mumbling words to each other, wanting to know if the guy next to them would risk his life just to get some dead corpses. After about a minute, you spoke up; everyone turning their heads to your direction. The room went completely silent, the only thing that broke it were your shoes crunching the gravel on the floor. As you walked towards the paper ridden table, Tex and the other men were looking at you with confused expressions. When you finally reached the table, one of the men spoke up with a raspy, australian voice.

"Really kid? What makes you think you can keep up with us?" Another voice spoke up, this time with a slight hispanic accent.

"Que, you really think you got what it takes?" After he finished his little quip, Tex spoke up to you.