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"...Right." Gathering all of 'electricity kills them' from so many words.

Patting along his belt, the pouches, four grenades, and loose .45 Long rounds. No more tazers.

"No worries. Everything dies somehow."

"Pass." Saul said, watching the General leave.
"Just going to look around a bit." Which was a bit of an understatement. Look around, and find his way into the city before everyone else.

Ambitious for sure. Opportunity only knocks once.

Quarantined cities always had a habit of attracting mercenaries, no doubt. Gabriel was just one of...well, four that had answered the call currently. He stood not too far away from the others, although for all intents and purposes he was pretty much hidden, not too interested in making conversation with the competition.

If one were to look at him, they'd notice that he blended quite well with the shadows, being in a black/dark blue suit that didn't reflect light at all. It fit fairly well to his form, but from the way he was standing and shifting every now and then, didn't constrict his movement in the least. Over his back was slung a rifle, attached to his thigh was a sidearm, and on the other thigh was the handle of what appeared to be a knife. Various pockets and a belt around his waist looked to be the main containers for the ammunition to both weapons.

Gabriel didn't seem too intent on making acquaintances with the strangers just yet, so he pulled a stick of gum from one of the chest pockets and popped it into his mouth before he continued with his observations.

Heading back to Saul he see the stranger in the shade. "How are you buddy! I just realized I have no idea where HQ is."

Gabe was blowing a bubble at the time that the stranger approached him. The bubble popped, and Gabe offered little more than a reserved sigh as he reached up to peel it from his face.

"Ugh..."

He put what he could back into his mouth, then simply cleaned his face off as best he could before he addressed the newcomer.

"HQ? You try the uhh, big building launching the helicopters over there?"

Gabriel jerked a thumb over his shoulder, smiling and chewing his gum with the sort of friendly air that Gabe was pretty much expected to give.

"I say we jjust head into the city now! It should be easy for me to bypass security. If necessary I could climb the wall," he says. As he is saying this 8 extensions, the longer 4 legs being 3 feet from back to tip, start moving and extend from where they blended into his trench coat. They resemble the legs of a spider. " It feels good to extend these! Its been too long, the seats in your human vehicles are too uncomfortable. With these I can easily climb those walls." one of the extension reaches back and with surprising desterity picked up the submachine gun off his back and Damian clips it on to one of his extensions. "This is specially designed to work with one of these arms. We'll need all the fire power we need when we get in."

Drake slowly mulled over a plan of action as other conversations flowed around him. Suddenly he declares:

Drake: "I'm going into the city."

Without a backwards glance, Drake leisurely approaches the menacing skyline of Saint Agrippina, which almost makes it appear as though he is going there to picnic instead of to fight creatures of viral origins. Only someone who could see his face would understand how seriously he took this venture, as it was creased into a frown as he walks.

Drake: Quick and decisive action is the only answer to such a problem. Waiting only increases its strength.

The introductions were cut short by a blaring siren, the accompanying lights were green. Luckily enough this symbolised a minor threat. Minor of course, was relative.

As the engineers rushed form their work on the gates, ADF members began to take their places along the wall. Some took cover along the sides, others climbed up nearby ladders, and a few brave souls wearing a combination of a biohazard suit and a SWAT outfit took the point.
The monsters were more what Saul expected. Fifteen cocoons lumbered out from the suburbs, horribly mutated humans with grey veins all over their body, hands transformed to claws and some bloated like they had been soaking for days. Lumbering with them was what appeared to be a bipedal venus flytrap made of gore.

"Fire!" Someone yelled.

Those hiding broke cover briefly to let loose a burst and then ducked back behind the wall. Two snipers climbed on top of the wall and began to line up shots, knowing they had to make theirs count even more. Those in heavy armour just let loose a stream of bullets, and in hope they wouldn't have to resort to close combat.

One of the few didn't have to wait long. The "Fly-Trap" opened up and shot barbed tendrils directly at the men, most were spared but one unfortunate man was entangled. The spiked fleshy vines wrapped around his legs and one of his arms before dragging him to the ********! ********!" He shot wildly with his one free arm as the creature dragged him towards the mob.