Dropship AH-09D aka wolf cruiser, swiftly swept over Marine Base - Wolf's Den, preparing to land at the homing beacon. This tiny outpost, in the middle of nowhere was special, special in the kind of it's men. No ordinary grunt fresh out of boot camp would ever set foot here, not even close. Wolf's Den was really called “Outpost Marine-10”, but that name was long forgotten.

The guys lurking here was the bad asses of the bad asses, not even the highest ranking General would dear confronting these guys. This was a gang not only deadly, but right out disastrous. Only responding to there true squad name, The Wolf Pack. Back at home base this notorious gang was treated as a clan, making then “The Wolf Pack Clan” or WPC for short by friends.. although no one really were there friends.

Sent out on the deadliest jobs, most higher ranking officers didn't even care if they returned or not. They always did tho... well, until now that had anyway.

The dropship landed dead center, and both bay doors swung open. Out the doors came Buzz, on of the meanest grunts out there. He walked across the landing pad, straight towards six Marines hanging around a well light barrel. The flames were high, reaching for the dark sky's. All six men was looking silently at Buzz, waiting for news from HQ.

MrShade was the first one to break the silence... Soo Buzz bro, how goes? What did they say? Are we shipping out, or not? He grunted in a half “I don't really care” kind of way. Buzz swept his eyes over the bunch, then replayed shortly, Yeah.... we're going.... get whatever sleep you can, we are leaving at dawn tomorrow.

The guys was looking at each other... Silently thinking, will this be my last mission with the pack.

As dawn approached silence was still laying heavily over the Wolf's den. This was no ordinary mission, even the bad ass gang who formed “WPC“ was unsure this time. All they knew at the moment, was that mission deadliness ranked 10 of 10. No one was expected alive back from this one.

Hotblack checked his gear once again.. His beloved puls rifle fitted with a 203 grenade launcher was clean and ready for some action. He glared over at Husky, the WPC rookies if such thing even existed. Husky had impress the gang earlier on a routine mission clearing out some scum from a former research post not far from the den. But this was something else, we need people we can trust to do what they have to on a mission like this. To be honest, Hotblack didn't like the idea dragging along dead meat like this. Let's just hope he know his guns as good as his mama, Hotblack moaned to Solo, the ranking officer at WPC.

“Hey Rookie!! Hotblack yelled.
Huskey: Sir yes Sir!
Hotblack: At ease private.. you remembered to pack extra med-packs and flairs as I told you? Its going to be dark down there!
Huskey: Yes Sir! Two extra med-packs, and a pack of flairs... What are we going up against anyway?
Hotblack: Your worst nightmare rookie, better keep your guns ready and good to go. You know, the WPC way. No gun at WPC ever leaves the den before the safety is firmly removed once and for all. You got that rookie !!
Husky: Sir yes Sir!

Hotblack smiled in a deadly kind of way and buzzed off to torment Webly.

The dropship was ready for take off from the eastern landing pad. Solo was barking orders left and right. There was no true chain of command at the den, all and everyone had there own special kind of role switching to command the unite as was fitted on the specific mission. However, back home Solo usually through his rank around like a half crazed maniac.

Husky was fighting his own battle with a new firing trigger just delivered to his Smartgun. Buzz walked over saying: “here.. you attache it like this.. smartguns are nice they keep us alive.. too bulky and heavy if you ask me, but hey, we ain't all alike, keep your finger on the trigger at all times, and we should be fine bro”

Solo glared over the pad, noticing Snooze taking a nap on the loading deck. She was wast at sleep on the top of one of the equipment crates waiting to be loaded.

“Weeperr” Solo yelled, “Head over to that loader and get too work” Weeperr smiled, ran to the loader and got in.. Fired it up, and gently lifted Snoozes new bed off the ground. He tilted the crate, just enough for Snooze to tumble off and hit the pad with a thump.

The pack was looking at the show, and laughed at Snooze still half asleep trying to get her act together. One thing was for sure.. Solo had an edge for getting the gangs mood up before events like this. Yo Snooze, get your ugly ass over here asap! Solo yelled with his best “High ranking officer voice” Snooze stumbled on her feet, got a friendly pat on the back from Hotblack, and ran over to Solo. “I need you awake and one your toes on this one Snooze, got that!” Snooze: yeah, yeah, ain't I always.

At that moment MrShade came swirling around the corner in the CMV, (Command Vehicle) half hanging out the window yelling, “We good to go now boss?”
Solo: “yeah, load her up and get ready”

The pack was ready and all there gear was loaded.

Solo slapped each and everyone of the shoulder as they entered the dropship.

“Webley, check”
“Hotblack, check”
“Husky, check”
“Buzz, check”
“Snooze, check”
“Weeperr, check”
“MrShad, check”

Solo's radio came to life, krshh, kreshh...
Wolf den.... Wolf Pack alpha 1... We are ready for dust off! Out!
Wolf Pack alpha 1.... You are cleared for immediate take off... Be safe out there!