>>5323643Two slowly managed to reach just under you both before cursing, perching precarious on a stone to watch. Under the glow of the flare you spot motion. The size of the shape gave away its identity, it was One, hot on his heels was Eight. A smaller shadow flicking between the trees. You spot the small weapons in their hands, then a beam of light zipped through the brush. Missing the duo by a good distance. A small cloud of condensation floating along its travel path. You felt a painful jolt roll across your hip, the sight of the discharge digging up memories of your own experiences with the stun weapons. Crouching you began to walk on, eyes glued to the action below. Hoping to catch more glimpses of the figures. Eight fires back, a branch of electricity back into the wooded area illuminating his small frame for a second.
The barking of hunting dogs shoots a shiver down your legs, even with the suit warming you constantly. Another sound joins the storm of activity, one you weren't expecting. "Let us go! Let's Hunt!" The cybernetic and genetically enhanced guard dogs were excited. You knew they wouldn't unleash the dogs, the Pilots were a little too expensive to get torn apart by the uplifted animals. But another voice spoke up, this one was closer than you had expected. It made you jump. "Hello there, Pilot." The Voice was artificial and high in pitch, yet strangely child-like. A large lizard appears over the grassy edge near to you. Finding stable footing the animal watches you with wide eyes, six slick legs glistening in the light. You freeze, stunned by its arrival. The unit didn't have just Neo-Hounds.
The Team also had Neo-Guanas assisting them. You had seen them being trained on the Black Site grounds, they took to the genetic uplifting more than the canines did. "Howdy." You reply nonchalantly, the Neo-Guana was smart enough to not attack you and it appears happy to just watch from a safe distance away. You didn't recognize the voice but you were sure it knew you. "Oh, Fuck off!" Two cries, finally scaling the wall and spotting the Lizard. Unsure of what to do, Six watches back and forth between you and the animal. "Bad word! You said a Bad Word!" The Guana shouts in glee before scampering away as Two gives chase after it. "Little fucker has been tracking us!" You don't let the new arrival slow you down for any longer, breaking into a sprint you start moving again.
