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It was early dawn, and the air had enough bite to it that Michael wore a long sleeve pullover over he rest of his monochromatic clothing. He'd never been to the mountains before in the summer, but it wasn't all that different. Grass instead of snow, heat instead of cold. It was simply a static environment in which weapons and technicians alike would be able to prove themselves to the world. At least it was deserted enough to make collatoral damage a small possibility.

Standing under the shade of the log cabin, he stared down the only path that existed to get up this far to the mountain. He was completely prepared for whatever inept pair he would be dealing with today. A massive first aid kit, three copies of the mission in case they hadn't done their homework, and a change of clothes. The last time someone had pissed himself during the mission... well. He didn't like to think about that for too long.

He looked down at the file he had in front of him, frowning. Twins, huh? Show offs. Not that he minded twins. He boss was one, and she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself and the entire school, if need be (her sister on the other hand... hah). Still... this wasn't their first mission, so he didn't feel all too nervous. If they'd succeeded once, surely they'd succeed a second time. Surely it hadn't been a fluke of some sorts.

Right. Well, he was here to stand in if need be.

Now where were they?

Michael picked up on the small figures trudging up the mountain before he could hear the shriek. Seeing them suddenly pick up speed and race towards his direction... well, there was something almost comical about it. Were they actually... dragging their technician?

"No, you're not." he responded curtly, eyeing the girl. She looked like she was freezing! Would she be able to handle the cold long enough to survive the mission? Well. Exercise did have a habit of warming people up, so as long as he had her moving quickly... he nodded his greeting at the trio. "Kang, Rainer and Caine." it wasn't really a verification (two French boys and a Chinese girl, his file said. It was hard to believe someone would come here by mistake.) but a statement as he gestured to his mountain. "Do you need time to review the mission?"

He wasn't a bad man, really. He liked to think so anyways. So it was with some trepidation that he watched the young girl. She looked scared! Maybe he should warm her up with a ... cocoa or something. Thats what good, caring mentors did, right? Damn it. He missed the days when technicians didn't look like lamb.

Michael watched the girl jog in place with an expression that was amused and resigned. Good thing she had two technicians to bolster her, then. And one of them seemed perfectly capable of taking care of the others. A good balance. The eagerness in his eyes was nice to see: good to know one of these many weapons understood being prepared for a mission. Now this was what it was supposed to be like!

He nodded his head, motioning up the pathway. "The target is known remain in the mountains near his most recent kill until the afternoon when tourists are known to arrive the most." he hesitated. "Be... careful. This man is known to use his size to his vantage, but since most of his victims are taken by surprise and don't know how to fight back..." well. It couldn't go too badly, right?

They seemed to know what they were doing.

Up ahead in the mountains, a distant echo of a yodle could be heard. It was far enough to mean that they were still in the safety zone, but close enough that it would not take them long to find the target.

It wasn't a grusome sight. A man dressed in gigantic bright orange hiking jacket over a ridiculous parody of a traditional swiss costume. Sitting in front of a camp fire and casually sharpening a pick ax, if not for the fact that he was sitting on the decomposing body, it would have been easy to question if they had the right man.

The figure looked up at the very last moment and his expression shifted into an ugly snarl. He ducked at the very last moment, pushing back from the makeshift seat and heaving it in the direction of the attacking technican with his feet. But he wasn't fast enough, and the instinctive movement had the pick axe spinning out of his hand onto the snow to his side.

"You little--" the curse was caught off as the target tried in vain to scrabble to his feet. But having someone attack him so quickly had caught him off guard, because it took him some time to stand.

His height was indeed towering: the large, brute force that would probably be intimidating to a lone figure in the mountains. His eyes narrowed as he stared at his opponent.

The target let out a snarl when Kang Lin leapt in his direction, and instinctively ducked back. He was too slow however, and one of the fans managed to slice across one of his beefy arms, letting out a spray of blood. Further angering the man, the snarl shifted into a roar of anger as he stumbled back, clutching the wounded arm.

Stumbling and grasping for his pick axe, he scrabbled and raised it awkwardly: clearly his 'good' arm had been hurt. Maybe this would provide the trio with the opportunity to slay him then? He raised the weapon and lunged in Kang's direction: but maybe if she was quick enough, she'd be able to use the man's momentum against him?

Michael looked up when he heard the snarl and slowly started jogging towards the direction of the noise. Hopefully nothing too bad had happened yet. The size difference in the technician and the target worried him, but he had full confidence in Kang: after all, they wouldn't have let her out otherwise, right? ... Right?

Please roll a 10 sided die. 2-10 will result in a successful kill, 1 will result in failure.

The target lunged in Kang's direction a little bit later than the technician chose to attack. The movement sent him careening into the direction of the fans and although he reached by slashing vainly at the two WEAPONS, it was a touch too slow: the action opened him up to the double slash and Caine and Rainer found their targets.

The two fans cut into a bright orange parka and then through flesh. The scream that met the wounds was loud and piercing, more like a wounded animal than a human. Maybe it was better to think of this as a beast, than a man. Blood sprayed in a wide arc as the target fell back, and for a moment seemed to be frozen in place before exploding into pieces of orange and crimson.

The pick axe fell listlessly onto the snowy ground, nothing more than a simple tool now. A red soul floated in the place where the man had been, it's glow a cruel mimic of blood that was sprinkled on the snow.

Michael had been watching from the edges of the little clearing, and feeling a sense of relief nodded his head. "Good job." It had been quite surprising to see the the reflexes of this young technician. "Mission complete." would the other WEAPON take the soul then, since the brother had already consumed his? Perhaps. He turned around to give the trio a little bit of privacy. "I've got clothes in the cabin if any of you want to clean up."

Rolling for SP