The noise is annoying. It's easy enough to stop, though: the Asset roots out the source of it, the multiple sources of it, and bites each communicator in half until all that's left is the sound of two wolves breathing.
It won't be hard for the rest of the teams to figure out what happened. They might not, however, know that the source of the problem is the Asset. They might still have the advantage. Time to keep moving, before they do figure it out. There are two more teams to take out, and then--
--and then--
--then it doesn't know. The handlers aren't here. Will it have to take them out somehow, too?
The Asset doesn't communicate the way most wolves do, or even most werewolves. Its body language and scent signals are completely fucked, unless it's trying very hard, and it isn't capable of that kind of focus right now. But there should be communication. Its-- pack? pack-- needs to know the situation. There's enough time for that.
Standing there on top of a torn hunting tent full of dead men, it changes back to a man in complete silence, except for the metal leg reconfiguring noisily and painfully into a metal arm. The whole process of changing forms hurts, after all the experiments and tweaks made to it, but he knows how to not make any noise to betray it.
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Date: 2020-10-18 08:07 pm (UTC)It won't be hard for the rest of the teams to figure out what happened. They might not, however, know that the source of the problem is the Asset. They might still have the advantage. Time to keep moving, before they do figure it out. There are two more teams to take out, and then--
--and then--
--then it doesn't know. The handlers aren't here. Will it have to take them out somehow, too?
The Asset doesn't communicate the way most wolves do, or even most werewolves. Its body language and scent signals are completely fucked, unless it's trying very hard, and it isn't capable of that kind of focus right now. But there should be communication. Its-- pack? pack-- needs to know the situation. There's enough time for that.
Standing there on top of a torn hunting tent full of dead men, it changes back to a man in complete silence, except for the metal leg reconfiguring noisily and painfully into a metal arm. The whole process of changing forms hurts, after all the experiments and tweaks made to it, but he knows how to not make any noise to betray it.