Carson Wiles is a 45 year old consultant and ecologist. Roughly 6' tall, average weight.
Run by: Micheal Hoff
Harbinger: The Lord
Companions: Elijah, Brian, Codey
Success: yes
Gift Recieved:
I've decided to start writing in a diary. Diary? Journal? Journal sounds better, so I'll probably go with that.
A couple nights ago I was reading a book in my study when I heard a knock at my door. I checked it out and it was three Japanese men. They were speaking like they were interested in doing business so I invited them inside. What happened next was absolutely unreal. The man took me by the hand and I saw his tattoos crawl over my skin. The next thing I know, the world is black, and I can't move. It stayed like this for about half an hour as far as I could tell, and then the lights slowly faded back. The man held up his watch and showed that only a few seconds had passed. I verified this on the clock in my home.
I figured they had drugged me and changed the clocks to mess with my hands, so I asked for another demonstration of their supposed “magic powers.” Of course I had the phone in my hands ready to call the police, so I was to worried about them drugging me again. The man who was there offered me his glasses, and as I looked through them I saw something amazing. The glasses appeared to show multiple possibilities for near-future scenarios wherever I looked. I decided to accept the job they offed me.
Before I knew it I was on a private jet to Japan. I decided to bring Kevin with me as well as some survival gear since they had mentioned we would be going into a forest. I met up with Codey, one of the most beautiful women I've ever met. I must say, she seems to be the pinnacle of human creation. Oh I'll have to use that one if I ever see her again. Also on the plane was a trapper. He seemed much more qualified for the job than I was, unless we were going to look for this man by killing all the trees. He seemed like one of those typical nature-lover types, and he told me he never kills a trapped creature unless he can's save it. Why? It's not like the stupid animals have feelings or anything. People and their bambi-syndrome.
Another person I met on the plane was named Brian Jenkins. He was wearing orange robes and didn't appear to pack very much. I was wondering what his talents were, but I didn't ask. I also wondered if he was another deer-humper, but I didn't ask.
Eventually we made it to Japan. I was blindfolded and shown through several passageways. When my eyes were uncovered I was inside one of the most incredible places I've ever seen. The sky was completely black, and there was a massive red and gold palace in front of me. We were taken to see The Lord, and I was very careful to be polite. The men who were guiding us were kind enough to give me a crash course in Japanese manners.
The lord himself was inside a massive room that kept with the whole red and gold motif. The mission was clarified to us through a chorus of voices that appeared to be unnecessarily speaking hundreds of other languages. I mean, I think we all spoke English pretty well, but whatever. Apparently we were checking to see if this “friend” was truly dead. If he wasn't, we were supposed to kill him. The trapper made a deal with the lord that would allow us to bring him back alive if we were able to.
Soon we were driven to a massive forest on the edge of Mt. Fugi. As we wandered through the woods we started seeing corpses of people who had hung themselves everywhere. It was absolutely atrocious. After some time we heard an awful screech and a group of the corpses began to run at us. This was, of course, frightening since they were, you know, corpses. I was quite sure of it too. Many were partially decomposed, and I made sure to take pulses on the rest. One woman I saw had only died a few minutes ago from what I could tell.
Anyway, I set Kyle off and pulled out my knife. What ensued was a mad brawl between us and the zombies. At one point the trapper lent me a gun and I let loose a few rounds. I'm no crack shot, but I've done a little range shooing for fun before. I heard some gunshots coming from Codey. She must have been concealing some guns. Jesus Christ that is so hot. If I wasn't so harrowed by the whole experience, I would have tried to get to know her.
We began to run. Apparently the trapper was also an adept tracker because he was able to track at an incredible speed as we ran from more of the zombies. Eventually we found our man. As far as I could tell he was dead, but after seeing what I have how could I be sure? Some quick improvisational traps were applied as we ran, and we quickly thinned out their numbers.
On the plane ride home, I mostly just had my thoughts to keep me company. I was told I would be paid not in money, but in power. I can only wonder what that means.
Run by: Micheal Hoff
Harbinger: ???
Companions: Elijah, David
Success: yes
I understand it's been several months since I've recorded my thoughts in this journal. Several of these events have passed now, I believe the count is at seven. I have been working with the birds a lot recently, trying to get into their heads and such. Kyle 2 and Kevin (my new gos hawk) were very expensive, so hopefully I won't lose them on the next trip. Just a few weeks ago I learned how to actually… I guess "possess" the birds? It's very gross, being what's basicly a flying lizard. No hands, feathers. Not very pleasant at all. It should come in handy, though. I've been in a lot of dangerous situations lately, and this could be my ticket out of an impossible situation, as much as I hate to think about it.
About a week ago, I got a letter in the mail that said I won a trip to an island off the coast of Florida. Of course these trips are usually fairly dangerous, so I made sure to commission a pilot to bring my spas and grenades their for me. At the airport I met up again with the bambi-fucker and a new guy who strikes me as a bit odd. I think his name was David? Very suspicious, that man. Don't really trust the guy, but I sort of had to trust him with my life. As far as we could tell, the point of the mission was simply to survive, and having Elijah around with his traps was sure to make that a lot easier.
We examined the island, and I had Kevan go around and search for anomalies. He found a monolith with some stone tablets, a clearing with a stone circle, and an old airplane crash. We went and checked out the sites one by one and started piecing together the story of some kid who had apparently caused and survived the crash and might still have been alive. When we were checking out the monolith, I actually caught sight of him and sent Kevan in after him. She followed him no problem for the longest time, but eventually he shot her with a bow and arrow. We went over to where she went down, just in case I could salvage my investment, or at least get a free meal out of it. She seemed well enough when we got there, and we bandaged up her wing.
Did I mention this island would have been beautiful with a hotel on it? Perhaps a big bridge leading to the mainland? Would have been a great way to make a lot of money for someone. As it was, though, all we had to sleep in were some yurts that were provided for us by our anonymous "benefactor." We set up a ton of traps all around the huts and took shifts. During my shift one of the traps was sprung and we went to check it out. While we were gone, the jungle kid stole all our clothes. Weird thing for him to do, leaving my gun and utilities alone like that, but oh well. Later, we were attacked by these strage black snakes. One came at me and tried to bite me, but I shoved my gun down its throat and shot it. I felt like a total bad-ass.
Anyway, to make a long story short I'll just skim over the highlights of my remaining time on the island. Kevan went crazy, and I had Kyle 2 kill her. I'm down a gos hawk. We set an insane trap up for the jungle kid and I few over as Kyle 2 to watch it go off and make sure everything went according to plan. As it turns out, it went far too well, and the child suffered a horrific end. It was awful. Our remaining days were relatively uneventful, and I lost all my grenades in a failed attempt to blow up the monolith. Oh well, I guess it was a success.
Fuck Gos hawks are expensive.
The weirdest event of my life.
I had put a kettle on the stove for some late-night tea the other evening, and was reading in my study when I heard a knock on the door. Odd time to have visitors, but a lot of odd things have been happening to me lately. At first I thought it must be someone inviting me to another event, but it had only been a few days since I got back from the last and a month seems to be the normal interval. When I answered the door there were several men of Native American descent outside. I invited them in for tea and asked if I could help them, but they didn't seem interested. The one in front started saying these weird things about mother earth and me being a wanted man for hurting her. At first I thought they were just bat-shit crazy, but then it clicked. Eco-activists. These are the kinda guys that would suck off a skunk, they loved nature so much.
I backed into the house, hoping to get my shotgun and scare them away. They stepped in after me, and before my eyes their bodies began to twist and grow, and in mere moments they had transformed into massive lupine beasts. One quickly plucked me from the ground and held me up by the neck.
At this point, I didn't have a lot of choices. I was unarmed, and there were five of them. There was no way I could take them in a fight. They obviously wanted to kill me, and there was no escape route. Since neither flight nor fight were options I did the next best thing: I spat in his disgusting hairy wolfish face. Ha. Apparently that pissed him off, so he pulled out a big knife and pressed it against my forehead, breaking the skin. I didn't give him the satisfaction of a pained scream, but damn did it hurt. He then dragged the knife down my face, cutting my skin as he went. He got to my neck and went deep. Very deep. The knife continued its torturous journey down by body, splitting my sternum and piercing several vital organs, including what must have been my heart. Everything went silent and blurry, and the last thing I saw before I passed out were some of my intestines bursting out of my stomach as the giant's knife reached my navel.
Of course the fact that I'm writing in this journal right now might seem a little odd considering what happened to me, so let me explain.
When I awoke, the first thing I did was close my mouth. It was very dry, and it hurt. The next thing I did was open my eyes. That didn't hurt so much. I could tell I was still in my house, on the same spot on the floor. Something smelled rotten near me. I tried getting up. It hurt. It looked like I was laying in a big pool of very old blood. Probably mine. I crawled slowly to my sink to get some water, and although it felt like my stomach was full of broken glass, I wasn't hanging open. I rinsed out my mouth, took a drink, and proceeded to vomit some blood. Later I checkced my phone and saw that about a month had passed.
All in all it was an awful experience, but I managed to survive. Amazing what a few redundant organ systems and some built-in stem cell regenerative abilities will do in a pinch. I guess the monsters left me for dead, and I'm probably going to have to move before they catch on that I'm still alive. With any luck this will be the last time I see them.
It'd been five months since I had received an invitation to go on one of those special jobs, but a boxer with a drinking problem came to my apartment with one last week. He said I was supposed to go to some uninhabited island and receive further instructions, so I took the ticket and headed out. I'm not comfortable with NOT going on these events at this point. I don't think I'm quite strong enough to kill those bastard bitch-fucking werewolves that made an attempt on my life yet. Any leg-up I can get on those nature-humpers is worth the risk in my book. I prepared my equipment for the flight including my Spas shotgun and my birds, Kyle Three and Kevin Three. I also packed a fair amount of survival gear, just in case.
A few days later, I met with my fellow workers in the airport by a man with a sign who mentioned that his name was Chris Haines and that he was going to be flying us to the island. Also there was that survivalist Elijah and two new people I had never seen before. One was a kid, about 20 years old who seemed ill-equipped for what might be coming up. The other was a somewhat outrageously dressed older man. We piled in the Helicopter and away we went.
A fair way into our flight we were attacked by an outrageously large pterodactyl. Our helicopter was wrecked in the air and we started free-falling. The first thing I did was release Kyle Three into the air, but I know not to put all your eggs in one basket so I kept Keven Three with me. I was confident that I could survive the crash, but I wasn't so sure about the people with me. Apparently our idiot pilot didn't bring parachutes with him. He proved himself to be highly talented, though, and our crash into the water seemed pretty gentle.
We were all bruised up a fair amount in the landing, but we made it to shore alright. Keven Three had hurt his wing in the crash so I slew him and tied the body to my backpack for use as food. Kyle didn't come with I rang my bells either, so I assumed he was dead as well. After that we immediately split up. Elijah and I built a base of operations and trapped it, Chris Haines started building a raft, and our other two companions went of following some footprints. The pilot told us that there were further instructions for us inside the cockpit of the helicopter, which was now on the bottom of the ocean. So while Elijah went off to find our companions, I took a walk on the beach, looking for a fish. I found one just a short way off the shore and prepared myself for that sick feeling I get whenever I wield the particular power that I was planning on using.
With a little concentration, I squeezed my mind into the body of the fish. The thing was nasty, cold, and didn't need to breath. I'm not sure I'll ever get used to being in a body other than my own, especially not that of an animal, but they do have their uses. I swam down the the crash of the helicopter and retrieved the instructions from the glove box. While I was swimming up to my body with the instructions, I got the bright idea to swim up onto the shore before I relinquished the fish's body. Easy catch. As it turns out, though the water had damaged the instructions past any real use.
Everyone but Chris was gone when I got back to shore so I started cooking my fish and Kevin Three. Elijah burst from the bushes behind me and told me that the others had found a group of scientists in the jungle. When we got the their camp they told us about a labyrinth that held a minotaur and some red crystals. Luckily, I had managed to decipher that we were supposed to collect the crystals from the directions I recovered. My shotgun was thoroughly baptized at this point, so it wouldn't fire yet. When I attempted to get more information out of the “scientists” our older companion burst into a strangely compelling speech comparing me to Theseus. The best course of action seemed to be to just go into the labyrinth armed only with our primitive spears and our wits.
Elijah proceeded to track the beast and disarm any traps in our way. He really is quite the genius with those things. I was stunned at some of the traps he came up with off the top of his head earlier. He figured that the beast was about ten feet tall and several hundred pounds. This turned out to be accurate.
As we turned a particular corner the beast charged at us. It was truly disgusting, sporting the head of a bull and the body of a twisted man. Elijah managed to dodge out of the way of its massive horns, but then it turned and pinned me to the ground. The weight of the beast was crushing, and its breath was just as bad. Apparently it didn't like it when I spat in his face, and it opened its mouth and roared at me. Unfortunately I had dropped my spear when it knocked me to the ground, but I'm not one to let a good opportunity go to waste. I focused for a moment and extended my talons from the hand in my falconer gauntlet. The warm blood of the beast flowed onto by face and body as I reached my clawed arm down into its throat. Instinctively it bit down, taking my arm with it.
… Just as I had planned of course. The pain was excruciating, but I stayed conscious just long enough to see the poison that courses through my veins take the life of the minotaur. It then collapsed on me and I blacked out. The next thing I was aware of was Elijah brushing the minotaur blood and vomit from my shirt and yelling at me for not letting him trap it. I couldn't tell if he was joking or serious.
From there it was a short walk to the center of the labyrinth where we found the crystals we were looking for. By this time Chris had build a very serviceable raft, which we proceeded to ride off of the island. Aahhh the sweet taste of success. I've already acquired replacements for Kyle Three and Kevin Three. They are, of course, named Kyle Four and Kevin Four. My arm has also grown back, though it's still a little sensitive.
Jesus, I don't know why I keep going on these missions. No, scratch that, I know why, but I'll be damned if they aren't the most dangerous jobs I've ever participated in in my life. This time we were charged with protecting some scientists on a submarine and doing research.
I met up with my allies at the beach before we caught our ride out to the ocean. There was a drunken asshole named Max there. I don't know what his deal was or why he was even coming with us, but I guess he must be exceptionally talented at something. Avarice was present, as was Deathwhisper and Robert Boyle. Also there was this Indiana-Jones looking type named Nathan. All these people were overshadowed by one particular person that was apparently there to help us. Her name was Lilith, and she looked absolutely foul. She had unkempt hair and she was wearing clothes that it looked like she had gotten off a corpse. She had a portion of her face missing around her left eye, and I swear she smelled as if she had just rolled in a pile of shit. To make things even worse, she was absolutely strapped with weapons from head to toe. She had an RPG, grenades, a katana, a club, and a Punctured Spleene bag with who the hell knows what else in it. She seemed nice enough, though, and she gave me a bunker buster grenade.
So we ended up being flown to the sub by that Chris Haines guy. The helicopter didn't crash this time, thank god, though it seemed a little beat up. We got onto the sub and instantly split up. My group contained Robert Boyle and that douchbag drunk, Max. The rest of the contractors went to the armory while we went to the science lab. Eventually we decided to call them up on the radio and they didn't answer. Big fucking surprise. We rushed off to the armory to meet up with them, but when we got there they were already done fighting. There were three corpses on the ground whose faces looked highly damaged. We started to move back into the science facilities.
Along the way, I felt the distinct feeling of autonomy behind us. When I looked back there were about ten pale men with sunken faces walking quickly toward us. I ran up and began shotgunning them down, but they overwhelmed me and clubbed me unconscious. As it turns out they were quite strong. When I awoke, it was to Max pouring vodka on my face which hurt like a bitch.
As I stood up slowly, I looked around. The monsters were all dead. Nathan seemed to have been hurt and Lilith was clutching her knee and screaming on the ground next to me. Deathwhisper was pointing his revolver at her, and Boyle was keeping his distance. Avarice pointed at my face and looked disgustedly at Lilith. It was about then that I realized that I had a fairly large chunk of flesh missing from the left side of my face, roughly in the same shape as that disgusting deformity on the hag. She held up the removed section of my face and laughed a bit, blood trickling from her mouth.
I really wanted to kill her, believe me, but I knew I was no match for her in my weakened state, and we needed to complete the mission. She then proceeded to take a knife out and removed the leg bones of one of the “zombies” that we had just killed. She used them to make a splint. When I asked her for my face back she just chuckled and said, “No.” I've pretty much given up hope of having a normal-looking face at this point. She placed a brick of C4 on the ground and we moved on. “Plan B” She said.
As we moved down toward the science facility, Nathan caught her placing yet another brick of C4 on the ground. At this point Robert Boyle, seemingly unbidden, launched into a very compelling speech about good and evil. We were all very enthused by it actually, until the very end when he mentioned that we should kill Lilth. She grabbed her detonator and Morgan Deathwhisper shot her in the head. Somehow she was incapacitated but alive. Avarice placed her body into a small bag that he had been carrying and explained that while inside it she would be in stasis. I didn't want to see her die, as crazy as she was. I think there's still some possibility of her receiving treatment.
Well we finished up the mission after that, but when we got to the hospital Avarice refused to take Lilith out of his bag. He explained to me that last time he had seen her she had killed and removed the faces of at least 6 people, two of them being fellow… contractors. I agreed to let her stay in the bag. I hope that whenever she's removed she gets good treatment.
Carson, we can probably say that you've got a 1 or 2 point enemy in Lilith.
Pfft, don't worry. I've got it in the bag.
get it? GET IT!?
Fuck werewolves and fuck butterflies.
Yesterday started out mundane enough. I was just moving into my new place in Quebec when Johnny came and delivered an invitation to a game. I wish he had stayed and helped me move my stuff, but no such luck. I had to go down to Kettlemen city in California that evening.
When I arrived, I met up with Bryan (who's going by Cider Party now), a Russian named Pulse, and a Texan named Lars. The Russian was nice enough. He sold me grenades. Lars on the other hand seemed like a complete idiot. He made fantastic chile, though. We all met up with Christine, the most beautiful woman I've ever met, and drove down I5 to Kettlemen.
After we passed through a police blockade, we were dropped off and told to “stop the infestation.” Just about then one of those black SUVs drove up and some people got out. When one of them saw me he shouted my name to his friends and they started running. At this point I used my abilities to figure out of they were disguised werewolves, and I got a pretty strong positive. We incapacitated them. The one I went after, upon further questioning, called me “human” and was quite disrespectful. I buried that one alive. Cider party was holding his shotgun to the head of another one, and I convinced him to finish the job. Pulse was after a third, and attempted to interrogate him. It was actually a little bit disturbing. After a few unanswered questions he said, “Well it looks like our friend Jason won't be giving us any useful information,” and in mid-sentence shot him to death. Pulse mentioned that they didn't seem like werewolves to him, and I had been finding it rather strange that they never transformed or anything to fight us. Perhaps they were some other non-human that had disguised their auras as that of werewolves? Not sure why, though. It seems kind of counter-productive with me around.
During all this business with Jason, Cider Party had decided to jump up to the fourth story (literally) where he had seen some sort of butterfly. After we searched the apartment, we went upstairs to find him. When we got there, he was naked and seemed high. He mentioned that the butterflies made him feel good. A few of them started flying towards me and I shot at them, being relatively sure that they were dangerous. Unfortunately, my silver shot seemed to travel through them without harming them. It was at this point that we ran.
After I incapacitated Bryan, we started looking for solutions to the problem. Eventually, we figured out that light damaged them, so we raided a hardware store and stole some hand-held spotlights. These proved to be incredibly effective against the butterflies themselves. At this point I had also called Timothy Mathis, the lead scientist at Riptide Industries. He said that I'd have several helicopters with spotlights within a few hours. I decided that a good way to quarantine the city would be to destroy all the roads leading into it, so Pulse and I drove around to each and every entrance. Once there, I tunneled through the roads, ensuring that no one would be passing through there any time soon. One time we caught up with a black SUV that was exiting the city and found another one of those pseudo-werewovles smuggling infected people out of the city. We killed him.
After that, things were wrapped up fairly quickly. By sunrise, we had the city pretty well quarantined with the help of Riptide. I'm glad there's a corporation out there looking out for humanity's interests. I used my connections to get Cider Party out of the city and put into my personal care. Apparently my contact Ellis knows someone who might be able to help cure him of the disease. Until then, he seems grateful enough to help me move into my new place.
Carson isn't that hard to contact. If you have a character, NPC, or Harbinger that wants to try to convince him to do so, by all means be my guest. :)
Hey now, no more extranious butterflies!! Particularly in England! Poor Raslow's got enough problems over there that are quite big enough without having to cope with another outbreak too!
First of all, it's spelled chili. Second of all, Ellis never said he would help you move in to your new place, so unless I'm just terrible at reading you should fix that too.
Sadly, the one character that would push for such action is… indisposed. Still, if you get a wild hair and want to give the gift that keeps on glowing, by all means, kill a little piece of England.
I'm all for spreading the disease to England. Dorian could cure some folks and get a ton of new conscripts to his cult!
Finally got in contact with Dr. Baker. I met him in Irkutsk, Russia with Bryan. He was a really great man as far as I could tell. He managed to cure Bryan in just 12 hours or so with the help of another man named Dr. Finch. The two of them were very polite. After the procedure, Dr. Baker removed my scars with some sort of magic. I'm very, very grateful. Maybe I'll drop by some bars if I find time and try to talk to people again.
When our work there was done, Bryan flew home to Seattle and I took a flight to Zambia. While there, I picked up a few female spotted hyenas. I've named them Sam, Sarah, and Sy. They're each about 160 lbs, so hopefully they'll be of some use on the games. About a week after my arrival in Zambia, Dr. Etheridge (who was going by Dr. Baker before), called me. Apparently he was a psychic, read my mind, and took the initiative to diagnose the disease that killed my parents. He traced it back to my old family doctor MacAvoy, who he told me was actually a werewolf. He had all sorts of information for me, and I was very grateful. I really owe him a favor.
If you told me that I would participate in a game with Lilith and some blind kid that was raised by animals and that I would be most pissed at Dylan Zimmerman at the end, I would have called you crazy. Until now.
I was on the plane from Zambia back to Canada when I was approached by another employer. Of course, I accepted the mission. He then proceeded to alter the plane's course to Austria, and we parachuted down. In the process, a couple of the passengers from the plane fell out, and I think they died. That was just start.
I met up with the rest of the group down on the ground. It was myself, Lilith, Dylan, and a dirty teenager who was apparently named Mani. Lilith was armed to the teeth as usual, and just as hideous as ever. I think she may have even rolled in something before coming on the mission this time. This Mani was accompanied by several snow leopards, but he was blind didn't speak English. He also acted a lot like one of the leopards, so I wonder if he was raised by them. Jungle-book style, you know.
Anyway, our employer seemed to be a lot more on the level than the rest of the group. He was an old-time watchmaker named Phineas Kov. Our mission was to visit an old, abandoned submarine base and obtain a briefcase from inside. We (by which I mean I) was given some tools to help for the job: A tiny key-chain sized flotation device that could expand into a full-sized raft, a little explosive device, and a piece of 'paper' that could be used as a laptop computer. I found the piece of paper to be especially fascinating, but of course I was the only one who could use it since Mani and Dylan are blind, and I don't think Lilith or Mani have ever seen a computer in their lives.
So we made our way to the submarine base, and Lilith and Mani proceeded to kill the guards outside even though we really could have just snuck past them. One of Mani's snow leopards died in the process, though, so serves him right. When we got into the base, Dylan wouldn't stop playing his guitar. I tried to explain to him that we were being “stealthy” and that playing guitar would “Get someone killed,” but he didn't listen. He said it helped him see. When I offered to lead him through the cave quietly, he refused. Then I warned him that I'd cut his guitar strings, and he still refused, so I cut them. Then he just sat down and started restringing his stupid guitar, so I left Sy with him and kept on with the rest of the group. What an idiot.
Appaernlty, he had already given us away, though, because as Kyle 4 rounded the next corner, he was shot by some guards that had heard us coming (duh). Mani and Lilith, being the inhuman creatures that they are, decided to just run in and kill the guys in the way. Somehow they actually managed to succeed, although Mani and all but one of his leopards died in the process. Well Mani didn't actually die. It turns out that he had been trapped in some alternate dimension during the fight, but we managed to free him before the job was over.
Anyway we got the case and returned it. Kov seems like a smart guy, I don't know why he insists on having me work with such idiots. Next time I see Dylan, Lilith, or this Mani guy, I'm going to have to pop a couple Advil before we start the job.
So I've officially killed MacAvon, my old family doctor from when I was a kid. Weird how things come full-circle sometimes. Dr. Etheridge contacted me before my last job and told me about what he found in the doctor's mind. Naturally, I was tempted to just go in and slay the old coot, but I decided to calm down and take things carefully. I contacted Riptide's California HQ and requested a backup unit to help me out. Dr. Mathis was incredibly helpful, and he sent me an entire squad.
Over the next couple weeks I spied on the doctor. I never caught him actually changing, but the surveillance wasn't 100%. A quick check told me that both he and the kid he had been mentoring were both wolves, though; they gave me that wet dog feeling that all werewolves do. I started following the kid around with Kyle 5, and I saw him change a couple of times in the woods. Just human to wolf, no war form, talking to others, or killing (or at least anything besides squirrels).
So we kidnapped the old man and I killed him. He didn't seem to be that much of a threat to humanity, but he had already done enough to earn a death warrant so I took him out. The kid is being taken to LA by another group of wolves. My initial feelings are that this organization of wolves isn't as anti-human as the rest of them, but I want to keep a close eye on them. Riptide will contact me when the kid surfaces again.
Before I went home, I dropped by California to meet up with Dr. Mathis and thank him for his assistance. He said it was no big deal, but he also sprung a surprise offer on me. He offered to make me head of Riptide's Canada division. Of course Riptide doesn't have a Canada division, so I'd have to start it up from scratch including funding, personnel, connections, etc. My division would be totally autonomous and under my own control, though I would be required to occasionally help out the other regions and keep in line with the company's goals. In return, I might be able to call on Riptide main from time to time for help in case of an emergency. Also, I'm officially invited to all of the company's board meetings, which means that anything that was mysterious about Riptide soon won't be.
Knowing that I had a lot of freedom and control over what would be my division, I accepted the offer. Apparently the main division relies heavily on private funding from many, many interested parties. I'd like to give the Canada cell a corporate front, though. That way we could really start making money. If I can get just a couple of patents under its belt, we'll be set for a while.