Jabo0ody
WE. ARE. VENOM.
"Ay," ,a man dressed in black combat clothes started, "you think this'll be easier than last night's job?". He was referring to the slaughter fest that he and his fellow hunters had been assigned yesterday. The team had been assembled to eliminate a growing wolf pack in the county. Thirty hunters had approached the pack territory, armed to the teeth with weapons to kill every single wolf. 28 hunters came out alive, and the pack was decimated entirely, including the pups.
The same 28 hunters from the previous job now stood around a large table. Weapons—ranging from Kriss Vectors to a series of handheld devices—lay, and each hunter was equipping themselves for the incoming battle. One of the hunters, considerably the largest and the 'leader', was loading his weapon when he answered the question.
"No way. Yesterday was a challenge, I'll admit, but this? A simple child could pull this job off.", he scoffed.
The rest of the men began to chuckle, seeing their biggest, baddest member brush tonight's job off. In a flash, the door to the armory room had burst open and the two figures' outlines pierced the dimly lit room. An elderly man, dark in complexion, was bound to a wheelchair. And assisting him was a middle-aged woman, her legs and feet covered by dark clothing. All 28 hunters perked up, and trained their eyes on the elderly man. They were all stricken with a chilling gut feeling.
"Monsieur Verre." , the bulkiest man bowed his head out of respect.
"S'il vous plaît, appelez-moi verre. Et tu avais raison. Ce soir est un jeu d'enfant.", a smirk began to tug at the old man's mouth.
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Please excuse the possible improper French. I do not speak French in any way. I take Spanish, not French. Thankfully, I have Google. So if the translation is wrong, please blame Google.
(This intro is just filler for the hunters and what they'll be like, plus who their true leader is.)