PART I.
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LOCATION - TENGEL FOREST
TARGET - MARTYN BRITTON
BOUNTY - 1200 ALIVE, 800 DEAD
TIME - 2100
NOTES - MUST GET GABRIEL TO SHUT THE HELL UP
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LOCATION - TENGEL FOREST
TARGET - MARTYN BRITTON
BOUNTY - 1200 ALIVE, 800 DEAD
TIME - 2100
NOTES - MUST GET GABRIEL TO SHUT THE HELL UP
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A loud clanging noise abruptly awoke Mikhail - in a flutter of scaled wings, he forcefully clasped a gloved talon against Gabriel's mouth, shoving the Fenref below the windowsill. One of his shockingly bright blue eyes peered sneakily from the broken glass, flicking to and fro as it registered the tall, creaking trees and thick shrubbery. "You'd better damned well hope nobody heard you," Mikhail growled, voice low and gritty. He slowly released Gabriel; the Fenref gave several relieved gasps of air, rubbing the bright red claw-shaped print on his face. "Easy, guv," Gabriel snapped back, giving his companion a rough punch on the shoulder. Mikhail didn't budge an inch, but instead gave Gabriel a look that caused him to shrink away with a grumble.
"You see anythin' out there?" Gabriel gathered the empty bottles scattered about the floor of the ramshackle hut, one of which he had tripped over earlier. Faster than one of his breed should be capable of, Mikhail settled himself back onto a thick blanket draped upon he floor and smoothed out his heavy overcoat. "Nothing strange," the Battleheart murmured, taking a knife from his belt. Gabriel gulped as he watched the massive hulk of a man remove a glove slowly and begin sharpening his curved claws. They glinted softly in the dim moonlight.
"You're making me incredibly unsettled, Gabriel," Mikhail spoke several minutes later. His electric-blue eyes shot upwards, piercing Gabriel's like a lightening bolt. "Go and make yourself useful. Bring us back some firewood and...scavenge something." Grunting, Gabriel gathered a burlap bag from near a pile of charred ashes and a long metal weapon, appearing to be an old fireplace poker. "And I s'pose you'll be hangin' 'round here, eh?" Mikhail made no response, but gave him another frosty glare. After touching the brim of a hat he swiped from the floor, Gabriel dashed from the building with a string of muttered curses.