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So this is it Green eyes sadly surveyed the empty compound. It had been years since she could return to this place and sheer barrenness startled her but it didn’t surprise her. No army, no organization, no family could go without anyone to hold the place together.

Grass had sprouted in the sidewalks and dirt almost covered them entirely. A few of the doors had blown open and the wind whistled softly though the brick barracks. The once proud white walls were now grey with dust and grime. She smiled a grimace of a smile when she realized how much the compound seemed to reflect her. Her clothes were in disarray old and worn and she was thinner than she had ever been in her life. Her brown hair was pinned up rather half-hazardly and she looked as if she had treked through the wilderness for days, the woman had nothing on her but, a small knife and a pair of old bolt cutters, it did little to show the once proud leader of a mercenary army. For a moment her heart felt as empty as the compound and a small tear welled up in those emerald green eyes and she realized that her home was empty and the people that occupied had been so much more than just her subordinates, more than her soldiers, they were her family her rag-tag, overly violent, slightly psychotic family.

She blinked the wetness from her eyes, there was no time for it and walked up to the gate. There was a chain and a master lock that held it shut, it took a bit of effort on her part to cut the chain for she didn’t have much weight to put behind it. For the briefest moment she wished that Xenos was there, with his broad shoulders and strong hands but, she knew that that to was a thing of the past and without another moment’s hesitation she swung open front gate only to hear the alarm shriek.

At she laughed it was a sad laugh but, it was heartfelt. For some reason a siren sending warning through the empty buildings was so ludicrous that it was hilarious but, at least she knew that the electricity worked.

Keeping an entire military base in a clean state was no simple task. Perhaps that was why it was in the condition that it was in. Besides the soliders, the base had a full time staff to keep the place running because usually the residents were halfway across the world fighting someone else's war, but they did it with honor.

The Black Templars organization strived to gather the most elite international force the world had ever seen. Never consisting of more then 20 or 25 members, armies fell to their knees in front of them. Taking the strengths from the S.A.S., U.S. Army Rangers, K.G.B., and military instituations from a multitude of other nations, the BT was a force to be reckoned with.

The veterens resided here for several years and whatever family they had or missed started to fade as the brothers and sisters on either side of you took their places. This place became their home. Perhaps that is why one never left.

Anderson watched the place crumble before his eyes. Nothing else in the etire owrld pained him more than what he had been surrounded by for the past 10 months. When the soldiers disbanded, everyone went back to their homes. Kyle returned soon after knowing that he had been home since day one.

Kyle Anderson was a hermit in the base wishing that somehow his presence would revive the Black Templars, although, he knew it was not up to him. Something tripped the alarm outside. Kyle sighed, "Another damned dog..." He rose from his chair in the lounge and and put on his boots. He glanced out the window and saw the gate wide open. His blood went cold, "Not a dog..."

He removed his USP from his holster and swiftly made his way through the sprawling compound. Checking his corners each and every way, he waited to catch a glimpse of someone...something. This, however, did not happen until he arrived in the administrative wing. He poked his eyes around the corner and saw a petit figure approaching the officer's quarters. The intruder faced away from him and he was no more then 20 feet away from his location as he came through an ajoining corrider. He waited in complete silence to see the result of the figures attempt to pick the lock.

The door unlocked. As thw door was swung open, Anderson raised the loaded sidearm aligning the crosshairs with the obvious woman's occipital lobe. Kyle raised his thumb up to the hammer. The dead silence of the base made the very subtle sound very audiable to the listener...as the metals parts shifted and sliding, locking the hammer back and priming the weapon for a discharge. No words would be necessary.

Kyle remembered his interview on his first day. He was hired on the spot for to reasons. The first was that the unit needed a demolitions expert. The second was that they couldn't seem to understand go a demolitions expert could be so silent. Kyle's response, "You can't drive a Ferrari behind enemy lines if you want to set a charge behind enemy lines."

Anderson didn't fire a shot as the figure did not catch a glimpse of him. He shut his eyes for a moment and his mind exited his body and scanned the room that the intruder just catapulted herself into. It was like he had the schematics in his head and all of the probable defensable positions were made note of. Kyle looked at what he had on him besides his sidearm. He had been getting ready to go out and had just been to the armory before resting up for his hunt.

He thought, "Sidearm, spare mags, damn, I didn't take the rifle with me. No frags...wait." He patted around his waist belt and came across a cylinder-like object and smirked. He unhooked it and brought the handheld object up to his face reading "XM84". Kyle removed the saftey pin and yanked on the secondary triangular pull ring. Anderson took a small step forward and let the safety lever go. He removed it slowly as to not let it fling off and hit the good indicating a grenade. He swiftly shoved it in his pocket and let the igition delay count down. After counting several seconds, and manuvearing his way clsoe to the door frame, Anderson flung it underhand into the room making sure to clear the door so the figure could not hide behind it. Anderson "stacked up" on the door frame and waiteed for the flash before clearing the room, "Just like in my Army days," he said to himself.

The flashbang went off unleashing a 6-8 million Candela flash rendering the figure's vision useless for approximately five seconds. And with the accompanying 180 dB blast, the figure was sure to be somewhat disoriented as the officer's quarters was not the most spacious of places.

The hunter's eyes shot up as the flash erupted. Raising his sidearm and shifting his weight around the door frame. He pivoted to the left knowing that was her original trajectory. He quickly scanned the area seeing nothing but the dusty floors.

Wait...the dusty floors.

He looked closely and saw the path through the dust where she disrupted the symmetry of of the dust during her scuffle. It lead behind the desk in the office and moved no farther.

Then the sweetest sound one can hear while tracking someone...panting. Kyle fired his sidearm three times. he discharged a round once to the left of the desk, once to the right of the desk and once over top of the desk. By this time, the stun should had worn off...but he already had her cornered.

"Arms behind your head...rise...slowly," was the order.

Well, Andrea, I had to do something to keep myself occupied while you were gone. I've missed you too. Is this a return? heart

Anderson waited those long moments and awaited to see arms cross the threshold, soon followed by body. Then he could see the fave of his intruder. Sadly, it never came to that. Instead he heard a faint voice -- a female voice -- stutter and ay his name, almost asking if he was there. It was such a tone that could almost be a question or a statement. It was hard for Kyle because he wasn't sure if the person was being truthful or manipulative.

His grip on the sidearm tightened and he decided to take the chance. He could always kill them with his bear hands. He dropped the magazine and ejected the round out of the chamber. He finally tossed the pistol behind the desk and spoke, "So, you know my name...who are you?"

Kyle didn't look like the kid he used to when the Marshal knew him. Partly because it had been a long time and second because of how he had been living here. Anderson's hair was longer and didn't glisten like it once did. He was starting to be taken over by a beard, although, at this moment it was only long stubble. His eyes were cold and weathered and he couldn't share in her outburst of laughter. Anderson wasn't sure what to say. She didn’t look or seem herself. She was always a petit woman, but she was beginning to look farther along the lines of emaciated. Frankly, Kyle thought she seemed a little bit off her rocker, but he wasn’t about to admit that. Anderson's awareness had heigtened ten-fold since everyone's departure. He responded hesitantly, "First, you know it's me. Put the knife away. Second, What are you doing here, Marshal?”

Kyle nodded and manuveared his way around the desk and grabbed his USP. He reloaded the weapon and holstered it, fastening the hold. He shrugged, "The Templars disbanded and everyone went home. I went back San Francisco, but only long enough to realize that this was where I'd rather be. I've been here ever since. I've been tracking all our operatives around the world since we left. You probably never heard about the attack on Eterbury, but they hit us hard and we never found out what they came for and if they got it. As for the Colonel, he's been on and off the radar since his sudden departure. His last known location was Dubai, United Arab Emirates 72 hours ago."

He paused, "I've been here tapping into secure lines and gathering intel about the black ops targets. Selling it to governments...that's my cash inflow. I guess I have two questions for you. One, what are you doing back here? And why were you trying to get into this room."

Alucard, you are doing so much better but, a few things of advice, the demolition comment, you need to actually have made that action in the guild and how do you know where Xenos is? It was never posted anywhere in the guild so, that makes it in turn a form of god-moding. Don't worry about editing your post though, I'll rp around it and I told Xenos so he would know.

Carlos laid on another hard unsheeted mattress in another barren white bricked room.

After the disbandment of the Templars, Carlos tried out the civil life. He received a normal desk job and lived in a normal house plagued with the normal problems that come with it. He was even engaged for a month. Looking back on it now, he wasn't sure how that came around. He never felt a connection with another being, intimate or fraternal, in the past ten months. That's probably why he broke it off, unfortunate timing as it was because her parents came from Honduras to help plan and were living in his house. Guilty for this crime, Carlos left her everything and enough money he saved up to last her long enough for her to pick herself back up. Leaving a letter on the coffee table Carlos quit his job and disappeared from Barcelona.

That was two weeks ago. Carlos returned to the mercenary life and was currently deployed in (classified) by the (classified). Carlos stood up as his wrist watch beeped. He glanced at the dusty mirror in the bathroom on his way out the door. His hair tossled and long, he grabbed the door knob and closed the door behind him. Carlos walked down the steps and was stopped in the lobby by the receptionist, an overweight man shrouded in a thick beard.

"Message was left for you," he said in a rough grunt.

Carlos looked puzzled because noone knew he was here. Not even his employer. He took the small letter and thanked the man. He ripped one side of the envelope and slid the letter out as he left the small hotel. His eyes widened as he read and he quickly glanced back and forth looking for anybody out of the ordinary. Someone knew he was here, even if they were friend, his mission was compromised.