Surge and Co.
"Well, at least they aren't dead..." Surge muttered under his breath, clipping the device onto his belt. He gestured for Infantry to come to him silently, kneeling and beginning to stroke the K-9 creatures fur as he used the other half of his attention to check his mouse for any obvious injury. "But that in and of itself doesn't change the fact that now we're missing our only medic and another soldier..." he said, just before a sharp jolt rewarded the his search when his fingers brushed against the glands on the things cheek, the Staff Sergeant pulling the limb away on impulse and glaring at the tiny beast as it continued to lay unconscious on Infantry's back...
Logan and Lars
as the two lost squad members wondered their way through the sewers the scenery never changed much, always the same drab colored walls and crystal water flowing in the channel beside the barren cement walkway. A few metal grates here and there occasionally broke up the monotony of the scenery, a stark dark grey against the white of the brick walls and archways stretching above them, like a piece of charred wood sticking out against a snow covered field.
Aside from that there was no way to tell where they had been or where they were going. But it seemed as though this damn place went on forever... which it did, considering the fact that had to cover miles upon square miles. The chances of either of the Spark Alphas finding their way back to Surge was absolutely dismal at best...
Something caught Logan's eye as he and Lars continued walking though the quite literal bowels of the city. A flash of bright blue movement up ahead on the cement path, some strange, roundish animal lying in the Channel's water, struggling to hoist itself up onto the walkway. The helpless creature splashed water in every possible direction as it kept up it's struggle in pure vain, beginning to sink back down and get pulled into the current again, it's puny grip slipping from the slickness of it's paws... but not before Logan caught a good glimpse of it, and the condition of it's body.
The obvious GAO was battered and bruised like it had gotten into a fight with something like McCarthy's Dragon or Enya's Serpent, cuts and scrapes leaking a bright red into it's otherwise sky blue coat, one of it's flippers looking mangled and bent. The seal cast a single look at him and Lars and Sleepy, fear there... fear of what they would do to it. And fear of having what was already done to it in the past repeated... and it was that fear which gave it the strength to bounce itself up out of the water and begining to form itself into a ball on the cement, trying to roll away as fast as it could.
Unfortunately for it, it couldn't get too far... and it's efforts were made moot by the fact that it was leaving a slick trail of water mixed with blood where ever it made contact with the ground...
Meanwhile, in Washington DC
"So you mean to sit here and tell me that there's nothing we have that we can use to go to war against those bastards?" President Shokun demanded from his secretary of Defense as the two walked down the corridor of the whitehouse, heading away from the oval office and making way to the Green room.
"No sir... I am afriad that there is not." the aging man replied, easily keeping pace with the former General turned US president as he increased his stride. It wouldn't do at all to have the dignitaries sent from the other NATO member states waitng... especially when he had been the one to request this meeting. "The only possible peices of evidence of their actions we have so far is the Attack on Fort Bexly three months ago... but as you already know sir, we can't resort to that without revealing our own hand. The other potential peices of evidence are the sinking of the USS Black Nexus yesterday, but-"
"Yes, I know," The President said, cutting off the man. "That's how I convinced them this meeting was nessacary in the first place, afterall... once can be a coincidence, but twice? I know those Russians think they can fuck with American Service Members without impunity, but there's going to be hell to pay for Black Nexus... I don't even need an investigation to know it was all the doing of those Souless bastards..."
"Yes sir," the secretary agreed simply. "But just because you're so certain doesn't mean that they'll be. We need an investigation and we need proof before we unleash Bexly's war potential, sir! otherwise the world will see this as an unprovoked attack from the greedy Americans."
"The world can see this as whatever they damn well please!" Shokun shouted, stopping and doing an about face towards his cabinent member, fixing him with a glare hot enough to melt polar ice. And broguht up his finger, jabbing it roughly into the man's chest, as if to drive home his words. "Not even twenty four whole hours ago, US navymen were ambushed out of the blue and killed on the spot while sailing in waters which were supposed to be friendly! Someone is responsible for those Men and Women's deathes, someone is responsible for the launching of that attack! And I will not stop until I find those motherfuckers, you understand, Jace!? And I know it had to be the russians! they're the only other ones with that kind of power, and they're the only ones who have any reason to do what was done!"
"Um, Mr. President, sir..." Jace asked, looking down at his watch as his boss ranted on vehemently... seems once a soldier always a soldier. "We need to hurry if we're going to make this meeting and maintain schedule."
All Shokun did was glare at him again... then the battle hardened politician stalked off down the hall.