Wolf Pack Stronghold - Scotland
William Greystoke made his way through the hallways of the large estate. He had just finished a strenuous training exercise in the simulator and had just received word of a transmission from Sector 13. While on most occasions the Hunter would not give a high priority to such a circumstance, he was expecting this transmission for quite some time. Along with many lycans all over the world, Greystoke had enlisted the help of Anderson and Sector 13 in finding the one man who endangered the life of Greystoke's adopted daughter: Gambler.
When William entered his quarters, he opened the console on his desk and Anderson appeared onscreen. "Any news?" the Hunter asked, cutting straight to the point.
"Yes." Anderson replied on the other end. "It appears that we have some intel of a deal or something that he is associated with. We're not sure who exactly is on the other end of that deal, but chances are the world would be a little better off without them. I'm sure you'll know what to do."
"Agreed." Greystoke said. "Infiltrate the area, kill all who stand in my way. Got it."
With that, Anderson gave the location and time of the meeting to him. Right away, William contacted some of his most-suitable lycans for assistance. Usually, he would rely on members of Wolf Pack for assistance. However, he knew how crafty the elusive Cajun truly was. He did not want to risk the lives of his team mates on this mission, and also he would need the best trackers on earth - lycans.
First, he contacted a Navajo Skin Walker by the name of War Eagle. War Eagle was nearly three hundred years old and possessed a vast array of knowledge in regards to tracking. Not only did he draw strength from his lycan abilities, but also from his many years with the Navajo. William Greystoke and War Eagle had met and even fought alongside each other in battle during World War II.
Along with War Eagle, the Hunter also brought along Raze. While Raze was somewhat looked down upon by some, he was not to be underestimated. While some lycans are meant to be alphas within a pack, others are meant to simply be betas - members who assist the leader. Such was the case with Raze. For several hundred years, Raze fought loyally by Lucian's side. In truth, had it not been for Raze, the Corvinus Clan of Lycans would be nearly impossible to reunite.
In addition, Greystoke brought along two lycan soldiers who had fought by Lucian's side against the Death Dealers for nearly one hundred years. While they had lesser experience than other lycans, the Hunter himself was less than one hundred years old. Therefore, he decided to bring them along anyway. Despite being so young, the two lycans displayed extraordinary combat skills. In the end, Greystoke would only be bringing those four lycans along. He wanted to keep this mission small, organized, and have it go down very quickly.
While in his quarters, the Greystoke Legend began to quickly prepare for his rendezvous with the LeBeau Legacy. Dawning his signature black uniform with red accents, he put on black vibranium chain mail to the chest area and upper arms. It would protect him against anything serious, but would also allow freedom of motion. Packing a quiver full of arrows and various arrowheads, he secured it and his disassembled bow to his back. Both ends of the modified compound bow could easily be connected in the middle of the handle and blades could be attached to make it a melee weapon as well. Also on his back were two large vibranium knives.
The Hunter then hung his legendary Lycan Knight on his belt. Then, as if all those blades and his adamantium claws were not enough, he attached a concealed blade of high-carbon folded steel onto the outside of his right arm. Through a certain movement of his wrist, the eighteen-inch spring-loaded blade could be extracted and retracted. As for the finishing touches, a ten-inch ballistics knife was concealed in his right boot. Armed to the teeth, the Hunter knew never to underestimate his opponent... especially one as cunning as the legendary Jean-Luc LeBeau.
With that, the five lycans rendezvoused at the teleportation pad within the mansion and teleported to the coordinates which Anderson gave them.
Near the "Meeting" Coordinates
Once they had teleported into the surrounding area, all five individuals broke out in a quick sprint. Reaching speeds of over fifty miles per hour, the five immortals sped across a wide open area outside a large metropolitan district. Even with all of his weapons, the Greystoke Legend raced ahead of his fellow lycans for he was eager for combat. Up ahead, the ground began to slope down and there was a set of barred double doors. A large chain held in place by a pad lock secured the two doors.
While the other lycans began to slow down after seeing the sight, William Greystoke grit his teeth in determination and charged ahead faster, reaching speeds of over sixty miles per hour. Letting out a ferocious roar, William leaped up into the air in a flying side kick. In an incredible display of strength, the Hunter managed to literally kick down the metal door, break the pad lock, and snap a link in the chain with the powerful kick. Still charging ahead into the tunnels that went underground, Greystoke was followed by his fellow lycan brethren.
Suddenly, as the Lycan King stepped past a certain point, a massive barrier shot up out of the ground and separated him from the rest of his group. The barrier had to be at least four feet thick and was composed of a nearly-indestructible metal. When Greystoke took one of his vibranium knives and tried to cut away at the wall, only a small indention was made - barely visible to the naked eye. Indeed, it would take days to cut through. To make matters worse, that same metal composed the tunnel wall and ceiling. The floor was made of something else; not metal, but different.
As William turned around and began to sniff the air, a hologram suddenly appeared before him. It was none other than Mr. Sinister himself. With a raised eyebrow, the Hunter listened intently as the hologram began to play a message. In the message, Sinister was basically giving a monologue about how each individual was brought there for some kind of test. It was also revealed that the individuals involved would need to literally fight their way out or else lose those who were close to them.
When the message finished playing and the hologram deactivated, the Hunter sniffed the air once more. Instantly, he could tell that he was not alone. Utilizing his senses of sound and smell, he began to find out who exactly was down there with him. Immediately, he began to identify certain individuals. Doing this was not only meant to identify enemies, but to also identify potential allies as well.
With his weapons ready, the Hunter began to slowly make his way through the darkness and into a living Hell...