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De marco walked up to the blackish-gunmetal colored gunrack, while crossign the green plain, and set his XM8 down. "I won't be needing this..." he then isntead, scanned over the black shelf until he found a decent pistol. "Hmm... a FIve seVEN..." he quickly stuffed the pistol into his pockets, along with 5 clips. After that, he tore off his ebony tactical vest, and decided to put something... less noticable on... "Hmm..." he trudged off near a dressing room, not to get cuaght by anyone, and walked very slowly...

Upon his arrvial at the nicely coated, tan-colored dressing room, he looked for a black shirt inside his his large camoflouged backpack. "Well... I'm going to need this..." he pulled out his blue-ish black "gang" cap. Preferably called, a "Beanie". It had a an orange stripe down the back, and lue strieps on the sides, with a whtie star in the middle of the end of the stripe, and the logo of a company underneath that. After finding some dark gloves, he slipped them onto his tanned hands, that had hard plastic on the knuckles. He then slipped out his pistol, and put a freshly loaded clip in. "I can't take the chance of a misfire..." he then put the other one into his pocket. Taking out a silencer he had "aquired" from prevoius missions, he screwed it onto the FIve seVEN,and decided to leave the building..."Hahahaha, no-one would have suspected!" he walked over to a foresty area, and pulled out his knife "I suspect, since this to hide people, that this forest is about 1000 acres..." he walked into the darkish green forest, oak, pine, walnut, and ash, scattered about. He then walked into the lush green area, vines and twigs dead trees, leaves, and pine needles, with a few walnuts, were layed across the visable floor. After walking in a ways... he fired.

The animal died, then and there. The shot landed near between it's neck, and literally ripped through it's side, and nearly tore the poor, now dead, creatures head off, as it's limp body dropped to the ground. The deer still had grass in it's mouth, from when it was still eating. Blood drooled from it's wound, and poured into his eyes, and stained it's side, having the color of a dark, crimson red. After walking through some brush, and crushing a few pine needles, he took his knife, whitch was still in his hand, and stabbed it, right inside the animals now stopped beating torso. "So it doesn't feel pain..." he quickly lifted the knife out, and began skinning the animal... After removing it's skin, he picked up some deer meat and stored it in an old, rotting tree... "I'm going to have to be queit..." he walked up, with a herd in front of him. "I see..." he then lowered his gun. Tons of baby deer, fowl, were there. "I don't kill families..." But after he saw a limp doe, and a wolf, cunningly sneaking up, he decided to take action. But the wolf wasn't after the doe. He had blood, covered all over him, and the smell of dead deer. to the wolf, he wasn't dead yet, he was going to be. The wolf called upon it's pack, as the deer scattered. "Why are these wolves attackign me? They normally don't attack humans..." then he realized that he dark-red blood all over him, and smiled. "They've probably travled miles..." he then pulled out his pistol, and fired at the first wolf, who was not so "cunning" to him. The rest started to run, as 8 were left. The second wolf ran up, with bruslted fur, and gray fur, with a perculair scar on it's face, right across the eye "This ones been in battle" he then kicked it in it's snout, flipping the deranged creature over onto it's back, and it's face landing in mud. The third creature ran up, snarling, as it had smoother fur, but a wilder accent...

He then slammed hsi fist, right into the charging animals face, an uppercut, that sent it into an oaktree. The third, now paring with the 4th, tried to jump on the person. "Oh, GOD!!!" he tore out his pistol and fired at the first one, while throwing hsi knife into it's gut. But the 4th jumped on him, and the 1st quickly followed "AGGGGHHHH!!!" the wolves were now trying ot get him. As the 4th one tried to take a bite, he quickly reached for the gun, and missed. The wolves mouth now snarled, and almsot smiled. But he could stop the first one. He quickly kicked the 1st one in the snout agian, and it's red grayish snout now poured out blood, as it yepled and ran away, into the bushes. The 4th one decided to take a bite, but missed. He then grabbed the wolf in it's it's mouth, trying to push it away. "AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" it's mouth snapepd, as drool and foam drooled fromn it's mouth. He rolled around on the brush, bumping into a log, throwing the wolf off over the log. The 5th and 6th wolf now leaped on him, but the gun was in reach. He pulled it up and pointed the gun at the running 6th wolf. "Bye bye..." he fired. the wolf ws cuaght right between the eyes, and dropped, but still alive... as he then shoved the gun into the 4th's one timple, and fired, blood spewign out one side. He quickly stood up, 4 wolves sourounding him, and his gun, severly damaged, and his knife in the belley of another... He then threw his pistol to the ground, not caring. "So..." the four wolves each had the same expression, the same drool, the foam... the same fur. Gray, with black mud, and leaves and twigs in it's bushy fur. He then feared for the worst, adn his primal battle tactics swung in. He punched the first one, int's side of it's neck, and grabbed the other one. He threw it, int oa tree, as it roled off, and tired to get back up again. the two wolves charged, but the man jumped up onto a tree branch, as the wolves run under him, and then let go the nice, ash limb. He landed on the wolf, curshing it, and snappign it's leg, as it went with a yelp. Now sitting down, the other two wolves dashed after him, but he was to fast. He lifted up his fist, for the final, blow, and smiled "So, this is what victroy with your hands feels like..." he threw a punch at the wolf. The first hit landed, landed in it's gut. Not the nose, not the leg, but it's gut. It's then vomited blood, onto itself, and onto it's freind. It collapsed, suposably gasping, gasping for life, nto gasping fro air. He last move, was to literally "catch" the wolf in midair as it flew by. He wasnt' actulyl catching it. He just used it's force and directed int oanother direction, ont othe otherwolf. He quickly picked up a nearby ash limb, oen that had broken off, and imapeld the two wolves together. The but they didn't even have time to yelp, as they mearly wimpered, and growled, and scrathced, not wanting to die. "Sorry..." he said with a grin. Now he had meat... and a prize... brand new wolf leather, and had clothing with that too...

"God..." he looked at himself. His black long'sleeed shirt was torn, blood gushing from the holes, and his face and hands were covered in scratches and bruises. Another wolf pack, smaller, 8 wolves, whoed up, but after seeing and smelling the dead wolves, picking up the scent of the wolf blood, decided it was a good idea to leave. He then picked up the 8 40 pound wolves, adn tossed them onto his shoulder. "Dang, this feels like 300 or 400 pounds!!!" he then walked over to his deer, and layed the wolves down, onto the blackish earthen ground, carfeul not to get too any leaves in their fur. He searched for a nice creek, and fianlly found one. After finishing his buisness, he then picked up his wolves, with gray fur, and now red bloodstaisn everywhere, and washed them in the water, so no creatures would sneak up. "Well, steak..." he then returend back to the camp, seeing and noticing, while spotting, several trees and birds along the way. When he fianlly got back, he legs were burning, and he dumepd the wolves onto the brush ridden ground, and sat down on and only tree stump. "This might work..." he poured out some of his bulelts, from the cartridge of his gun, and picked up a large rock. He then picked up the nice brush, and canned the area for some wood. There, laid upon some areas, were some nice twigs... "These won't do... what about the?" he walked over to the tree, with the dear inside, his legs sore. he then lifted up his legs, jumped into the air, and did a spin, luanching his foot at the tree, "Aww, crap..." his foot smashedinto the tree, but his leg, felt a severe sore... he then picked up his fist, and smashed the tree in agner, and in knowledge, and sent the tree crashing. "YOU LIKE THAT!!!" he then picked up the dead wood, and laid it in the middle of the area. After pilign soem rocks around, he poured the bullets in, and slowly lifted the rocks, now sitting on the stump, rubbing his leg. "I hope this works..." he smashed the bulelts, with a not too hard force, but a hard enough force. The bullets shto everywhere, and one wizzed by his legs. But several, of the 15 shots, were usable, and pointed straight into the ground, catching soem leaves on fire. "Fire!!!" he then cuffed his hands around and started blowing, but, the fire had already spread, and he burnt his hands. "Ahh, gosh..." "Shh..." he then lowered his hand, and put in soem water. dripping off oen the dead wolves carcuss... "Oohhhhhhhhh..." he then tore off a chunk of the meat with his knife, becuase his hands eere burnt, and slowly lifted it into the air, decidning what to do with it... "Hmm..." he then put a a peice of shail up, that he hammerd with his the hilt of his knife, and then rested it onto some, using a little bit of wolf skin to hodl it in place. "This should do..." he then through the slab of meat on there, and waited fro that side to cook.He then through the meat on it's other side, and waited for it cook.

"Yum..." for once, something was right. It was about night-time now, and he was getting tired. After finishing all he could eat, he made jerky out of the rest. "Ahh..." he yawned after that, and layed his head on the same brownish stump. "I'll go back in the morning..." and with that, he went to sleep.