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For most hunters it comes without warning, without the usual dreams and crazy encounters. Once moment it is a normal day on the island, the next minute a muted boom sounds across the air and the Life building begins to shake. There are some who may turn to find a duty partner leveling a weapon at them, their gaze determined and dark with power.

It is still Clarice's voice that speaks across the alarms, calm and warm but firm. You have a job. Get to it.

Level S-3 threat on island. Please proceed to the Life building to begin rescue operations. Level S-3 threat on island. Please proceed to the Life building to begin rescue operations. Level S-3 threat on island. Please proceed to the...

The island is under attack, something is threatening those who hunters care for again. AGAIN. IN such situations many people fall under the influence of certain feelings, and today those feelings can easily gain attention.

There is the feeling to defend, to protect those in trouble, those you care about, those who cannot protect themselves.

And there is the desire to finish things. To keep whatever threatens not only at bay, but to end the threat all together. To hurt that which hurt you. To seek revenge.

It is time for every hunter to look within and see what moves them to action.

infirmary

Leslie was already in the infirmary when it happened, the explosion setting everything askew. Already, his senses had plunged into overdrive, heart pounding in his ears, Aleria baying for blood. He was sick and ******** tired of destruction and he hadn't even been around half as long as the others. He wanted it done and over, but--

But now wasn't the time for that, was it?

Smoke was in the air. He could smell it, and the aftershocks of the explosion spelled nothing but trouble.

He looked at his patient, freshly injured and unable to walk. Not the only one in such a state, either. Leslie jumped into motion, leaning in closer to lay the girl's arm over his shoulder. She was taller than he was-- because of course she was-- and her feet were going to drag. But he was going to get her out of there.

"There's another that can't walk!" he shouted into the chaos and the void. "Two beds down!" Leslie dragged her through the scurrying crowd-- hunters all around were carrying other patients out, and he swore he heard Sunny's barking above the din. (It was a comfort. Familiarity amidst the chaos.) He got her past the doors of the infirmary, and pushed towards the exit.

The smell of smoke was even stronger out here, although he couldn't find the source of it. Just a bit further and then they were outside, and the patient coughed blood up on his shoulder but there was time to check on that later, out of blast radius, out of range. He sets her down safely, tilts her on her side, slaps a band-aid to her throat and delves back inside, determination set in the clench of his jaw.

In times of trouble, Leslie Miller often turned to darkness. But when it attacked his home, the desire to protect won out.

All there is

For Rep the decision was one he had made a long time ago. Even with the punishments he'd suffered for his many foolish actions there had only ever been one option for him. His problems in his life had stemmed so often from never being punished, never being shown where and when he'd gone wrong. When he was punished and at times this had been often and disproportionately, it had been for no reason other than a dim mood or being in the wrong place at the wrong time. He had never felt safe. For whatever reason, the island had been the first place where he'd felt that he had learned there were rules, that there were sensible boundaries which could be avoided to also avoid pain and harm to oneself. The island in some ways had become the parent he had never had.

The island was home, and though there was so much in him that longed for revenge against the world and everything in it, that longed to find the men who had harmed him and anyone who had ever outdone him and cause them a singularity of all the pain he'd ever suffered, he knew it wouldn't fill the void he carefully lived around. On the island he had people who mattered to him, people who were everything and those people were the thing he wanted to protect most of all.

He felt the stirring and remembered the chain which had protected him from destruction.

He had been in the bar, but he now ran all out towards the Life labs, Tracey thrumming in his head, he was a danger to himself and others, but sometimes when s**t went down, he could be useful. Sometimes offence was one's best defence, and besides, he needed find Harrison.

En route to Life labs

Peyton's voice probably carried throughout the whole of the second floor of the dorms, possibly the first as well, as she shrieked a frustrated curse and came barreling down the stairs and sprinted for the front doors, and exploding out of them. She almost fell as she scrambled to keep her footing, turning sharply towards the Life building and taking off in that direction. Panic mounting, she managed to pull out her phone, send a text, then another loud curse at the response she got.

Im gonna ******** kill her!

Warrick rumbled anxiously, but said nothing. He was worried as well, more for his partner's sake than his own, but worry was worry.

She should have been thinking beyond family ties. The research her sister was stupidly attempting to rescue was probably pretty important, possibly even essential, but Peyton couldn't push past her panic to care. There had always been a blind spot for Astrid, a hairpin trigger that sent her into action at the barest hint of trouble. A few years apart and a weapon in her sister's hands wasn't going to dull ten years of built upon instincts. Nor a sense of duty.

Once Astrid was safe, then she'd turn her attention elsewhere, but not before.

Field of dreams

Dakota's runic barriers were s**t now. His entrance back on to the island, from the deepest part of the amazon where at least ten hunters had been found staked and used as decoration. It was, in short, nothing new. He was tired of the hunters always getting jumped, instead of getting the jump on someone else.

"Life labs. Replenish, regroup. We got another mission out in the..." Lights flared in the lighthouse as the warnings came over an intercom. The portal winked out, orders from Edith it seemed. It was followed by the loud boom of a explosion as he looked at Molly.

"What the ******** did we come back too?" He didn't listen to scrambling hunters, striding out into the field. HQ was smoking from the life labs, and he could feel anger bubbling up. Another attack on their homefront. Was nothing safe here?

Whatever it was, whoever it was, The mist hunter was going to find them and destroy them. Every. Single. One. "Let's go, keep your weapon ready, stay tight."

Dorms

Cameron had been playing with his newest PSP mod when the alarms rang. Like the last time, he dropped the toy (almost) on his face before jumping up.

"Oi, Pirate Princess." He kicked at her bed post, "You ready to get out there?" He grinned, "Turn into a zombie? Be saved by cute red heads in pigtails?"

All seriousness though, he moved to get dressed, tucking his shirt into his pants, his pants into his boots and whipping his coat on.

Field of Dreams

Dakota looked over his shoulder at the smaller mist hunter and squinted. She was tired, bogged down from their mission. She was, as always, perfectly Molly. He hated to keep dragging her into these things.

"Labs." He nodded, He didn't think Candace was on the Island. "Kill anything that gets in the way." He frowned, "Or protect anyone injured you can find. I'll kill the things. Whatever. you know what I mean."

The field was huge, and luckily empty, but they could cut across and make it in quick time if they ran....

Outside near Life labs

Momo had stepped outside the dorm to get a bit of fresh air. Wandering the island seemed like the most appropriate thing to do lately. There hadn't been much hub bub to be a part of.

Well, at least for her to be a part of anyway.

Slipping a cigarette from her pocket, she sat down on a nearby bench to light it. Taking a long drag as she brushed long, turquoise hair back over her shoulder to keep it from catching on fire.

It was quiet. But the Mist trainee had come to expect that from time to time. When she wasn't at the training grounds eyeballing her fellow Deus, it was quiet.

That was until the explosions came. The alarms sounded and the muffled sound of a voice over an intercom barely reached her ears. The first explosion had startled her. Causing the cigarette to drop from her mouth, she quickly tried to grab it with an open hand but that was a mistake as the lit cigarette burned the palm of her hand. "******** s**t!" She stomped it out with a red boot, rubbing her fingers over the small burn spot before glaring at the Life Division building.

She supposed she should go help, but she didn't really have a serious reason to hurry. No one she knew was there and eventually it would all be cleaned up for the most part. Swept under a rug maybe.

The only real sense of urgency to get there she could muster was to maybe save the poor sobs in the pods. That was about it.