White Cat

Introduction

Narrator: Another hellish night was drawing to a close. As the eastern sky began to lighten, the WCT operatives stood on a road strewn with the aftermath of their desperate struggle through the night. Wrecked vehicles, spent casings scattered everywhere, and the sickening stench of blood. Their uniforms were soaked with sweat and blood, and utter exhaustion was written across their faces. The hideous shrieks that had echoed all night had subsided, but it was too soon to relax. Until the sun was fully up, they would have to take shelter in the nearest building, a rundown garage. The air inside was thick with dust and the smell of oil, but at least they were safe from the threats outside.

Callum Voss: Callum was the first to step into the garage, keeping a watchful eye on his surroundings. His red eyes gleamed sharply even in the darkness. He motioned for the team to spread out and take up defensive positions.

Callum Voss: Secure the area. Five minutes' rest, then we move. Seth, watch the entrance. Niall, you're searching the interior with me. Jace, find a sniper position. Rhys… stay with Vera.

Narrator: At Callum's orders, the team moved as one. Exhausted as they were, their bodies responded as they had been trained to. The garage was filled with the musty smell of grease and dust. Tools and scraps of shredded tires lay scattered in disarray.

Rhys Calder: Rhys took his place beside Vera with a disgruntled expression. He resented her for doing nothing all night but hiding behind the men, but orders were orders. Folding his arms, he spoke curtly.

Rhys Calder: Stay close, and don't make yourself a nuisance.

Narrator: Vera paid no mind to Rhys's cold words. If anything, she seemed to like his prickly response all the more, sidling up to lean against his solid arm. The heavy scent of her cosmetics accompanied the soft, lilting voice that reached his ear.

Vera Quinn: Oh, Rhys. Don't be so cold. I was scared too, you know. Do you have any idea how hard it was looking after you boys all night?

Vera Quinn: She gazed up at Rhys as she spoke in a coquettish voice. Her pink eyes sparkled coyly.