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[Yeah, you love your friends. Do you love your friends enough to grind through 80 rounds of Resident Evil 6's Siege Mode in their quest to 100% complete and achievement hunt for Civilian Casualties? Because I do.]

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Since Helena was thrashed in the Guild Obstacle Course, he's sent a workout manual for her to follow to work on her dexterity and reaction speed.

If she's going to be sitting down for a meal with the pack, he cross references his food preferences and allergies list that he keeps for everyone. He's fairly certain she doesn't like cilantro, so her file has "S.G." for "soap gene" written down. Hawk kept his exact involvement with Raccoon City hidden, and brushes off any familiarity with the Arklay region as having worked there off and on until the sterilization took place.

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Early formation of Wolfpack before they were upgraded to the new Delta Team right before NESTWRECKER saw a lot of personality conflicts between Vector, Beltway, and Hawk. It took a lot of close calls and successful extractions for the initial animosity to finally abate. In the years after ORC failed, and the rest of the pack went rogue, Hawk and Hunk were still contracted under Umbrella. Hawk took advantage of the chaos and lapses in management's communication to smuggle out medical supplies to help Vector's flare ups while Vector was hunting the executives that betrayed them.

Hawk will be more mindful of Vector's motion sensitivity if Vector's on board for the insertions/extractions, and has taken to trying to verbally warn for any turbulence or hostiles when encountered.

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Carla is the kind of person that will egg on more of Hawk's daredevil streak and is entirely comfortable with some of the riskier flight maneuvers . They've been on one mission that was just the two of them. It started as a stealth operation, but did not that did not stay that way, and ended with Carla as the getaway driver in a stolen luxury car.

Hawk knows about Carla's unusual hunger and food neuroses, so he'll secretly make extra food for her when he's cooking for the Wolfpack, and store it where she can take it back to her lodgings after the meal.

He brings Carla to family gatherings when he knows that one of the Problem Relatives is going to be there.

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"No expiration date on needing anything."

She didn't have to decide what she needed then and there, just knowing that the offer was there to be cashed in at any time. Whenever she decided, or whatever she decided she needed.

He claps quietly for Mackenzie occupying herself with small struts, entirely canny to the energy the adults carried speaking about the complicated issues they faced.

Hawk may never have experienced the same kind of horrors that Ahab did, that drove her down the path of destruction, but he understood the want for revenge and retribution.

And being unable to take it for yourself.

"Seems like a second chance to me. Don't often get too many of those in the world."

Her given name by his partner was a little too uncanny now. Hunk had called her Ahab because he was curious to see what would have happened had the ill-fated Captain won.

And now, on the horizon, the specter of her retribution against the monster that wounded her to the soul was fast approaching.

"As far as your ex goes, I got nothing to say about him that ain't already been said. I'm here to back you up and get you out if you need it. Just... be careful. For your fellow malcontents, if nothing else."

The kid, like most kids, didn't like being spoken about when she was right there, but unlike some kids, didn't seem to be a stranger in negotiations over her wellbeing. Again, there was a canniness to her. She didn't speak over them at all, and she listened with a little more than a passing understanding of the kind of thing being discussed.

Carla stops to turn mid-walk and stare at him right back.

"I don't know what I need," she answers, honestly, "It's been ten years."

Ten years and she could untangle from some of the damage, but not all and it showed in every single action she took. Her disfigurement wasn't visual like this, but it was there and it felt permanent the more she existed around people that simply could not relate to any of it.

He's serious, though.

"Sí, lo sé... sé todo eso pero aun así-" she assuages his sense of honor with no real solutions, stopping to lean against a nearby balustrade. Carla held out a hand and let Mackenzie hop onto the rail of it to kick her legs and fancy shoes out as if it was something she'd always wanted to do, or something she did once.

"I want to see him again. Derek."

It must be surprising.

"I was in hell, but I wanted to rule my hell. I wanted to be sitting on a throne of ashes. I wanted to be not a measure of fecundity for the Family," she hisses it, because he had tried for children and it was agonizing, "--but by myself, the only one able to understand the apocrypha- the real meaning of this twisted genome."

So why--?

"I never got to see him suffer or pay for any of it. His rotten order of the world- I see him everywhere anyways. What difference does it make if it's real? At all."

Pressure built behind her skull. She'd been thinking about it all night.

"At least now I can look at his face and see him in terror."

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"Luckiest man in the world," he chirps, taking the rubber mat tube in hand.

Now's not the best place to look at it- but it definitely didn't feel like a Jammer. It felt like some kind of bulky proto-lightsaber.

Well. She did say it was being plagiarized to make weapons, and not just be the utility product that the Zombie Jammers are.

Hawk's thoughts stop, and he stares at Ahab mutely when she mentions the 'ex-husband'. And the Family being the reason for the patents being stolen.

Derek C. Simmons? Still around? What the fuck? The Family is responsible for this?

The man's quiet for a moment, storing the proof of theft away in his own messenger bag, gathering himself for a more serious situation than he anticipated- and all of this was already serious, but playing light no longer felt appropriate.

"So, turning this thief paste is going to have to take some thought. And time. And that piece of work that was after you and Ada is still around."

His eyes flick to meet hers, "I'll keep your cut on the side. How about this... tell me what you need, and I'll use it on that. I'll take the kid, make sure she's safe first, that's a given. Then, you figure out anything you can think of, I'll get it or arrange it. Got it?"

It wasn't their policy to go messing around in the business of other organizations. It also wasn't their policy to let other organizations think that they could poach patents and target Guild members.

"Soy serio. I mean it."

The kid laughs, plucking more candy from the bundle into her mouth to munch on. For her, it must've been some kind of dream, or a sequence of dreams. Carla can't tell. She's not good at this.

Better than some people.

"Ah huh-" she digs into the bag, pulling out a smaller rubber mat tube and holding it out like a prize, "Aren't you lucky I know what you like?"

Everyone on the duller side of international affairs would forgive her for stealing the weapon and pulling the battery out of it so her brand of pathogen didn't infect the masses. Not like they were the ones who could get any action out of the thing.

"This is why I'm staying stateside. My ex husband's around."

Divorce in absentia.

"So I'll be missing my debrief date. Take my cut."

She huffs. It's worse than she lets on, but better to spit venom now in front of the kid rather than start screaming.

"- His Family has to do with your bedbuddy's patents getting stolen."

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"What can I say? Flattery hasn't failed me, yet."

He faux trips over a few steps to flatter her further, taking the time to goof off just a little and alleviate a bit of tension from the hip bump for the kid. Acting like a clown had its perks.

Hawk straightens up when she ducks out in front of him to pull his attentions back solidly on her with the news she brings. The smirk on his face drops with the realization that his partner's work was stolen.

"... Oh, shit."

That's bad.

Hawk sighs, letting her take a bit of the peanut candy, and popping off another square to chew on, thoughtfully.

"... Weapons, huh? How bad. We got any product on hand?"

Hunk would want to take apart how exactly his work was infringed and butchered, and see if there was any traces of other manufacturers involved.

As for the temper...

"Hunk's good about keeping his frustrations targeted to those that earned it. I'll be fine. I'm mad for him, too- hell, I'll bring the fucking mop for this guy, whoever he is."

It's in the report.

"I guess I'll have to look over this report with a fine-tooth comb and see what we can put together. Keep a level head about us, too."

"Oooh. Flattery really will get you anywhere."

Carla bumps his side with her hip in passing. She dangles a hand for Mackenzie to hold at the wrist (she does), and readjusts the strap on her back so her happily munching charge could rest more comfortably in the bag compartment.

"Yeah. Looks like there were bugs all over the place. It's a regular infestation and I doubt it started or is going to stop at Silo. A few too many things are getting out of control at the same time- Oh-"

She cuts his next step off by ducking in front of him.

"You should watch your beau's temper in the next week. Some U-K fop's nabbed his work on the jammer and is producing weapons. Gonna have to get a mop for this guy because Mr. Death's going to fucking lose it and turn him inside out."

He's going to be pissed. It wasn't competition as much as it was plagiarism. She has to laugh. She hasn't got to see the old man go nuclear before.

"It's in the report."

She pinched a square of the peanut candy from his hand, licking her fingers on acquisition.

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@realdeadeye

He'd been keeping an eye on Ada's guests ever since they arrived in the Yukon territory, making connections to the Guild. A few of the Wolfpack's inner circle were wary or hellbent on hazing these federal agents that Ada directed to them for... whatever reason she had this time.

As unexpected as it was, the spy usually brought good gifts, and they were usually meant to keep them ahead of the curve.

So, a friendly competition with Harper gave him his insight into the frustrated woman desperate to prove herself. But Hawk hadn't had a chance to gauge Leon yet.

The rest of his team were already personally familiar, he gathered- by the renewed talk of what exactly went down in Raccoon City after Command cut off his contact and forbade any attempts at extraction for either Alpha or Delta team.

And from what he gathered, it wasn't exactly happy reunions.

Hawk walks down the Lodge, to where the man in question was given a room to stay in for the duration of their time, and raps his knuckles on the door frame.

"Hey there, guaraguao-" he says.

Vulture.

"- I'm Raul. Most of the guys here call me Nighthawk, or just Hawk. Haven't had a chance to formally meet yet."

He slides his hand into the sweatpant pocket and leans against the door, "I'm cooking tonight for Wolfpack and friends. So, I had a few important questions for you- first, any food allergies?"

A beat.

"And second... you're not one of those 'soap gene' people, are you? Does cilantro bother you at all?"

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"I'll say-" he agrees with the absurdity, taking a peanut candy for himself.

Mackenzie hovers around Ahab, and he doesn't force any kind of interaction, but rather keeps an idea of where she is, keeping his voice a comfortable volume, and his shoulders relaxed, nonthreatening.

Kid's obviously been through a lot.

"Not even the strain in Spain got that big, from what I heard."

And there were reports of information from Ada on that particular front. Their primary dealer always made sure that the Guild stayed ahead of the game in the front of anti-B.O.W warfare.

"Glad you made it out. Glad we didn't incur any losses outside of equipment. That's exceptional, actually. You did great, logistics aside."

It irked him, the entire front for the mission. There was no way in hell that Silo could've been called a minor outbreak with that kind of product out and about. He was looking forward to what Hunk and Vector got out of the client about Ward.

"I was wondering if you picked up on what happened here in the city while you were over in Silo. It seemed kind of odd that there were two things with plaga out and about around the same region. Haven't heard back about that one yet."

The girl's taken to hovering around Carla with the air of a cat who chose their owner. For whatever reason completely unknown to her, she was the safest thing in the room in any room. She'd call it piss poor childhood judgement, but Mackenzie's like a clam. She doesn't talk about anything before they picked her up. Who knows if she was the worst thing in the world the kid ever saw?

With the way she acted? Probably not.

"Sure."

There's a stand selling candyfloss and popcorn she shills a few bucks out for to get Mackenzie something to chew on and feed the bottomless bug in her bag. Nothing for her, because it's not her taste. She pulls the top flap of the bag open to put an entire open tub of popcorn into it and close it again.

"This operation was a logistical nightmare."

Putting it mildly.

"Plagas. Never heard of a strain getting that big."

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Hawk sizes up the girl, Mackenzie, in person, offering up a fist for her to bump.

She doesn't look like she crawled out of a crater- which was good for keeping general and federal interest off of her. They were notorious for tracking down sole survivors for their own purposes.

"Yo-" he returns, and then offers a two-fingered salute, "Nice to meet ya. Both of you are looking snazzy."

And he absolutely knows what this looks like from an outside perspective, Ahab dressed how she is. Hell, he knows what it'll look like dropping off a kid for his mom to take care of.

Mentally, he's bracing for some presumptious phone calls from his siblings. And for Mackenzie's safety? He's going to have to roll with it.

"I got time. I'd rather spend time here a sec' before trying to head back out. Runways are busy with trying to start up flights again, I'd just be sitting in my bird at least an hour anyways."

He rocks back on his heels, "Walk and talk around the park?"

"A lizard...?"

Hawk frowns, thinking which of the mutants it could have been. Probably the one with the gun.

He holds back his jest of asking her if she had a thing for reptiles, considering how Beltway's mutations were similarly turning out. He may have joked on occasion that Hunk was like a turtle- but Beltway was actually turning into a turtle in a slow process the last four years.

Nothing in their lives could be normal.

Not that he wished for it, either.

"Alright, good to know. I'll see you in thirty. Adiós."

Hawk lets the call disconnect to weave his way through the people all around and follow the written directions he'd downloaded, faster to navigate the over-city streets than try to drive anywhere.

One of the few benefits of things starting back up is that everyone was now trying to leave this place.

And thank God for that too, this place wasn't built for the amount of people it regularly hosted.

He finally reaches the giant ferris wheel without incident, sitting down on a bench to quietly observe the crowds and watch for Ahab's arrival, while keeping an eye out for any potential threat and hostile- as was habit.

A few people- but no one that he couldn't handle, and none of the non-human caliber.

Good.

When he spots her, he rises and steps to close distance, "Hey there, pretty lady, glad to see you in one piece."

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"A lizard...?"

Hawk frowns, thinking which of the mutants it could have been. Probably the one with the gun.

He holds back his jest of asking her if she had a thing for reptiles, considering how Beltway's mutations were similarly turning out. He may have joked on occasion that Hunk was like a turtle- but Beltway was actually turning into a turtle in a slow process the last four years.

Nothing in their lives could be normal.

Not that he wished for it, either.

"Alright, good to know. I'll see you in thirty. Adiós."

Hawk lets the call disconnect to weave his way through the people all around and follow the written directions he'd downloaded, faster to navigate the over-city streets than try to drive anywhere.

One of the few benefits of things starting back up is that everyone was now trying to leave this place.

And thank God for that too, this place wasn't built for the amount of people it regularly hosted.

He finally reaches the giant ferris wheel without incident, sitting down on a bench to quietly observe the crowds and watch for Ahab's arrival, while keeping an eye out for any potential threat and hostile- as was habit.

A few people- but no one that he couldn't handle, and none of the non-human caliber.

Good.

When he spots her, he rises and steps to close distance, "Hey there, pretty lady, glad to see you in one piece."

"Well it's not like you'll be keeping me warm company tonight. Hmph," she jests, "One of my old girlfriends turned into a riding lizard. Of course."

Carla pinches the loose silk of the robe on her arm and slinks out of it, crossing the room to collect a few garments. She sets the cube on the mattress across the room, throwing on clothes quickly and a jacket.

"No losses from our end, but that contract was a disgrace, and so were the people that gave it to us."

Inexperienced business snakes tended to make bad decisions.

"See you around."

She grabs her hookshot in a shoulder bag and leaves the rest.

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"Let's see... nearest landmark I can see on the app is the SkyView," he says, walking out of the private strip of airfield to make his way over to the bus stop.

"Let's go for there, I got the route mapped. I'll be in my aviator jacket with patches so you can spot me."

He just hoped that she wouldn't keep him waiting too, too long. The weather here had temperature dropped suddenly, and was a lot colder than in Texas.

He cocks his head to his phone a little more, navigating through crowds out to the exit, "You got a ride that isn't me? Oh, you're lucky I'm not the jealous type."

Hawk jests at her, but the situation was pressing.

"Nah, it's all good. I'll pick up the kid. I already got Bodrovski working on the essentials, she'll be set. I just hope she likes food, 'cause Ma's cooking something up right now."

It'd take an hour to fly down there from here. The man picks up his pace navigating through the crowds, "I just gotta touch base with you for the boss, to be clear. Have to take account of the losses and the stuff you found."

Luke's not happy at all. And as much as Hawk loved being there to watch his partner work, this was a situation that called for divide and conquer.

"I'll let you go, see you there. ETA... give me thirty to walk there."

"Pick a place," she murmurs over the communication cube, slinking one arm into a "borrowed' negligee robe while the rest hung off her shoulder. The kid was in the other room socializing while her massive insect attendant sat on her thigh.

"I don't care. I've got a ride out of Atlanta."

It ends with a bang, and with the group ready to negotiate for an objectively unfair mission. Silo Sugar Industry had some explaining to do about exactly why they wanted Oliver Ward, infected as he was, back in one piece. The negotiations weren't her job for damn good reasons. She'd have a gun at their head from the very start.

Somehow, she doesn't think Mr. Death was going to be any kinder.

"Just pick up the kid. I'm staying stateside."

Carla's fingers sunk into the iridescent chitinous fur of her cat-sized vespid.

"Not going to be a problem, will it, handsome?"

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Flights were grounded along the southern states from the unexpected interference from the asteroid. Flying privately usually wasn't an issue in these cases, but to land on the airfield, Hawk needed contact with the control towers and radio command for clearance.

Which made this particular extraction delayed.

No way in hell he was driving in this place with every flight grounded, and the Thanksgiving and Black Friday residual madhouse flooding the streets with the MARTA closed.

What a nightmare.

He could at least let Hunk handle contacting the client while he made his way over to Georgia. Getting Ahab's story of events would be essential for their negotiations... or strong-arming, if it came to it.

They needed to count their losses, and... this kid situation.

He sighs to himself, leaning against the fence while letting crew refuel after finally landing, pulling out his phone while the airport started to get operations rolling.

"Yo. I'm here. Where am I meeting you at?"

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[I am OUT of the situation.]

[I am never not in a fucking situation.]

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[I am never not in a fucking situation.]

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examine + the boss

It's funny how much the Grim Reaper was mythologized to the level of Herculean with impossible feats. It's a reputation that's hard-earned, a man that found his niche in the field of killing monsters and making the tools to kill monsters.

Still human, and bearing a heavily marred face and body as trophies of hard-earned survival. Hunk insisted the flesh cursive on his mug made him ugly.

Way better than being demonic, was always the retort. Hunk's one of the few he ever confided in about the distorted perceptions.

Hawk's stupidly fond of him, and truthfully had been ever since their mandatory quarantine and short-lived 'vacation', surviving the countless intrigues in Umbrella, and the business that started immediately after.

He's a good lifelong partner.

Right now, he's sitting at the desk, sorting through some kind of paperwork, Brick as an honorary lapwarmer.

"Hey, cangri, don't work too hard!"