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Beautiful Death (Werewolf)

on Wed Aug 15, 2018 7:16 pm
You weren't sure what to expect when you were recruited by Operation REDGARDEN, a special military division operating under the joint directive of the Departments of Defense and Homeland Security. You had a mild freak-out when their recruiter, a bland pencil-pusher named Paul Tio, approached you in your barracks and called your entire platoon out as Uratha. He definitely was not one of the People and denied when asked of even being blooded. Before you ripped his heart out through his pressed, button-up shirt and looked for a nice spot to bury him, Blood-of-the-Patriots bade you all listen to him.

He assured you that he was no threat to the People but merely wanted to help you fulfill your tribal vow: "Honor your territory in all things." Surely, as soldiers, the homeland was your ultimate territory. Just as the FBI protected the nation from physical threats, REDGARDEN dealt with spiritual danger. Without a comprehensive concern for the big picture, America's Hisil was coming apart at the seams. A few good men were needed.

Having finally agreed and received orders to return stateside, all you were given for direction was an address just outside of Princeton. Driving through the winding forest roads of New Jersey, you finally arrived at a dinky business park in the middle of nowhere. Next to a low-budget security booth occupied by an aging guard was a sign.

"Welcome to the National Institute of Coordinated Experiments"
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Re: Beautiful Death (Werewolf)

on Tue Aug 21, 2018 2:20 pm
"Coordinated Experiments? That doesn't sound ominous at all" Dr. Avery comments from the back of the vehicle, pushing his glasses further up his nose.

"Reed, don't get yourself all worked up," Jack replies as he scopes out as much of the area as he can see through his dark sunglasses. "Definitely seems like a smaller operation than we were led to believe." He glances over Colonel Fraiser in the seat next to him. "Still, couldn't hurt to keep our heads up."

The car pulls up to the security booth and Jack rolls his window down. "Morning!" He gestures to the sign next to the booth. "Looks like their experiments didn't last too long. Anyone else here?"
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