Operation Burning Twilight ((open to all))

[Alex Rivera]

Someplace in West Virginia not long ago in the past...

A squad car drives along the road, the young deputy listens to his radio and comes around a turn to see blinking tail lights up ahead. He crawls to a halt behind the stopped vehicle and turns on his lights, clicks the talk button to the com-link on his shirt collar and speaks into the device "This is unit 3771, reporting a <code talk> over." a female dispatch voice pops over the radio "copy 3771, <code talk> noted." the deputy steps out of the car and begins to approach the stopped vehicle and sees two bodies strewn about the vehicle, blood here in there. He frowns and furrows his brow at the murder scene kneeling down next to the corps of a male victim and checks his vitals, he slowly goes to speak into the comm when some creature leaps down from no where wearing a baseball uniform onto the deputy and clenches two sharp fangs into his neck. The deputy screams and grabs his gun but is easily over powered on the spot. The Vampire stares at the squad car and bolts away at super human speed. The deputy lays motionless, gun in his hand.

*The recording stops*

A gruff commanding voice "Edward Cullens, male, Caucasian, 18 years of age... or so it says on his record. There have been similar attacks in the West Virginia area, most of this information of the cannibalistic reports have been locked down." The soldier turns from the paused view screen and looks to the group of troops sitting around the table. "The Cullens family shows up here and there in and out of the history of the area... we believe they are some sort of shit called vampires... quite frankly, I don't give a damn if he's the god damn tooth fairy!" slamming his hands on the table causing Alex to jump, almost spilling her drink of water.

The superior officer giving the briefing glares at her a moment. "Only one of you in this room experienced supernatural shit before-" taking his long glare finally off her "In any case this information is highly top secret, and these... fairies, are now marked as a terrorist group and we are to find and eliminate the threat in the most possible discreet manner possible." He sighs and shakes his head, "Seals, this is reinstated Corp. Rivera, she will be our specialist for this mission seeing that's she's had experience with something similar in Afghanistan. It's our job to get in there, and take out the hostiles as well as to babysit her ass" Alex glares at him for saying she needs babysitting but would simply nod "she will also double as our medic for the mission, and give on the field insight to proceeding with the operation. Be respectful to the lady men..."

Alex would stand up and proceed to recount what she experience in Afghanistan with the demon, having no choice to since they got her on camera with the being via drone. The men at first not believing story and laughing thinking it's a joke but finally begins to come to terms with it and start to realize it's the real deal. She nods and sits back down and the men look at her like she's Satan's mother giving her a little space.

The commander steps back up and goes over the plan of operation, the rest of the 'family' and how they plan to deploy them in. "Be ready by 0200 to deploy, dismissed!" Alex follows the squad out and heads to her separate quarters, by golly it's going to be a long day tomorrow, she just hopes she can live through this one too...

[Nevarre Llewellyn]

Captain Nevarre Grimm Llewellyn woke with a soft ground to his cell phone ringing off the hook. He rubbed his eyes, sitting up slowly upon his bed and shaking his head and rubbing his eyes. He grumbled softly and reached over and grabbed the cellular device and flipped it open. He pressed the speaker against his ear and grunted, half with sleep half with irritation in to the reciever to whoever was upon the other end. "Nevarre Llewellyn, what can I do for you."

The response came back curt, cold and to the point.

"Reaper, you are being activated. There is a black sedan waiting outside for you. Now Reaper, don't dawdle." The line went dead and Nevarre swore. He stood up, reaching out and grabbing his a pair of black jeans and pulling them on. A blue wife better was pulled on and a red long sleeve button up shirt quickly dragged over his arms but left untucked and unbuttoned. He instinctively strapped his combat dive knife upon his left calf, and grabbed his staff. He walked down the stair from his apartment and opened the door. Sure enough, a black sedan sat across the street and it flashed its' head light impatiently. He sighed and locked the door and walked to the vehicle, opened the door behind the driver and slid inside.

The vehicle instantly started moving before he had even buckled up and the man in the shotgun seat turned and began speaking to him. "Captain Llewellyn, you are being sent in to a hot zone in West Virginia to support a team sent in to neutrilize a nest of vampyres. Of the utmost priority is the protection of this female, known as Alex Riveria. Secondary, remove the vampyres." A packet of papers was tossed in to his lap, showing a picture of Alex Riveria and Nevarre frowned, looking at it then up at the man.

"So, I am on babysitting detail? You guys couldn't find somebody else for this?" He was upset, irritated, and tired. They had really woken him for this? A pathetic mission, of babysitting duty to some girl who couldn't take care of herself. He had performed mission infiltrating top security government agencies around the world, killing of monsters and what not the globe around. Yet here he was on security detail for a girl. All because his elemental powers had decided to blow up a prototype nuclear submarine. He rolled his yes. Whatever, he was in for it now and might as well make the best of it.

With in thirty minutes, he was upon a military transport. He was flying to West Virgina. He had been given ten minutes to dress in his flak vest and was supplied with his G36C assault rifle, nicknamed The Scythe. He sighed and settled back in to the uncomfortable seat for the hour long flight and closed his eyes, taking a nap so that he was well rested before they landed. The flight and landing went with out incident, and he was in West Virginia with in three hours of having been awoke. He reached up, settling the ear piece and mouth piece more comfortably with in his ear so he could communicate with the CEO to recieve orders and keep them updated. It was also a tap in to the other teams communications, which would allow him to hear what they said so he could catch up and meet up with them.

[Alex Rivera]

2am the following day. Alex takes her seat with the rest of the team in the black-hawk transport, there are two of them filled up with the teams. She can hear and feel the rotters of her helicopter starting up, she gives the pilot the all clear sign after looking about inside the vehicle everyone dressed in black uniforms and carrying various military rifles, SMGs, even one sniper. Her uniform is only slightly different, aside from the medic patch that matches the uniform. She has her usual sit of equipment, her rifle and side arm, as well as some thermal cameras to spot the vampires assuming they'd show up as a cold signature.

After a while of sitting there traveling through the air she hears the pilot call out "5 minutes from the LZ, prepare to deploy!" she takes a deep breath getting a little nervous, after all they are hunting strange creatures in the dead hours of the morning. Alex notices the vehicles stopping in the air in some forest clearing the pilot calls out "go go go!" and she grabs the rope and repels down the length and moving out of the way for the next seal to follow behind her and begins to scan the forest clearing with her night vision seeing it all clear. She kneels in the grass and awaits the SGT in charge to give further orders... "We will meet up with the other team 3 clicks west, at 32 degrees. Should form up at this point here" her points at a small map the have, a compus laid out in the center which he was using to find the right way to look at the map. "all right ladies move out, keep your eyes peeled and fingers on your triggers. Stay frosty, lets go! Romaro you got point, Winters you got rear." and so they head out in a line 10ft apart or so from each person, Alex near the front with the Squad Commander checking the night vision and thermals for anything... yet...