Wolfhound: Secret Heroes

Leon went and plopped his gear inside the Armory. I told him to get out and socialize a little. He nodded, and walked off to the Warehouse, which had been turned into the de facto lounging area.

I grabbed a paper and went around, asking everyone what they liked to pick when go on missions, loadout-wise.

I marked everything down and went to the Armory. I grabbed everything that had been marked down and sorted them into groups. This way, no one would have to walk all over the place just to grab a couple guns and some ammo. They were all right there. Organized, of course, but still in the same general area.

An hour after I left the Armory, Allen, Jackson, Sarah, and Ranger came back. Just them. Apparently most of the other members of Sarah’s squad had decided to become Elite Guards. A couple chose civilian life, though.

Getting to know Sarah was my objective, as I’d already thoroughly met Ranger. Coincidentally, Ranger and Jackson were also in the conversation, though only to a minor extent.

Sarah pretty much backed up what Ranger had told me; Sarah and Ranger grew up together just outside Equestria, were great friends, and Ranger had found some documents detailing their past activities, and they’d figured out what they were actually doing. La dee da dee da, the whole jumbo-mix mess.

Allen interrupted any further attempts of getting to know each other by saying “Gear up! We have a lot of targets!”

What's going on now?

“Sir? Don’t you think we could use some trust-growing time?” I asked.

“On the way there. Crimson Justice is a lot bigger than any of us imagined. They’re not just a terrorist group. They’re practically a nation of their own.”