Combi's Recruit

Blood poured from the cut up face of Darius, as he woke up on the concrete floor of an alley in Mexico City. The blood rushed through him as he felt the hot sun cover his face. Slowly getting up, and dusting himself off, he still tried to remember the night before, or really anything recent, but nothing came to mind. His hand was broken in four different places, but with a quick twist of the wrist, the bones were placed back in their original positions and already began to heal. The memories flooded in, as well as a bit of the pain coming from his left leg.

Flashback time! ( 3 months ago, Darius had discovered his wolfed disease, in the heart of London. Not wishing to harm anyone, yet not wanting to allow the beast within him to destroy his insides, Darius never came back to his family, or job, or classes. He fled to the one place no one would look for him: Puerto Rico. 2 months ago life hadn't worked out as he expected. The body count rose higher and higher as each moon phase took him to newer heights of strength as the beast. While still not being able to control it, direction of appetite toward the less desirable groups that occupied the night. Thugs, hookers, drug dealers, even a few of the regular innocent that got in the way unfortunately, as his bloodlust sets in. Body count at the least is at 30 after his third transformation. 1 month ago, Darius felt the beast crawling its way to the surface of his human form more and more often, finding it nearly impossible to keep control at any time of day. He needed protection from authorities, as well as a place to sleep at night, rather than the blood of his victims. He heard of the growing popularity of a drug cartel, through his sensitive ears one morning. He decided it would be smart to look in on a life of crime until he could control his lycanthropy. It was amazing, that he managed to find multiple rumors through the grapevine, about Combi and his cartel. Pay was good, and they meant business. The way in, was killing a member of a rival cartel, and dump their head in any trash can throughout the entirety of Mexico City. Today: Darius found his way in to Mexico City, with multiple weapons on his person, but someone else heard about random recruits immigrating to Mexico for the exact reason of killing a cartel member and finding their way into a group. Darius was dragged away from an alley that was his temporary home for the night, to the roof of a 7 story tall hotel, and interrogated him. He waited for them to tell him who they were before they struck. Beltran Leyva the crazies that dragged this pissed off werewolf away. As they attempted to throw him from the hotel, Darius grabbed the neck of one of the four men in front of him and tossed them over the side of building. Another pulled out a gun and shot him multiple times before Darius was on him too. With a swiftness, Darius swept the leg of the gun wielder, and tour through his neck with his humanoid mouth. The next, was within grabbing distance, so Darius lashed out wildly with his fist, catching him in the jaw. Another punch caught him in the stomach with a final uppercut, he sent a third member off of the roof. The fourth and final member was grabbing for a weapon when Darius was finished with the third member. He strode over to the man slowly, taking out a weapon if his own. Drawing for the bayonet, the man could his grip on the dead man's shot gun and fired, sending Darius off of the building, to land heavily on the floor beside the final cartel member.)
With a quick realization, Darius spun to look at the whereabouts of the dead cartel members, but ended up hurting himself. He twisted slowly back around when he spotted the dead body, as he struggled to right himself. His ticket to a home and a job was just ten feet away, but he felt slightly depressed at how far he had fallen... What a shitty life he weaved for himself. He reached for the bayonet on the floor, but snapped his back in 3 different places as he reached downwards. "Fuck!!!!" With a scowl, he lifted his body upright a second time, and allowed his body to fully regenerate, which took around five minutes.

He tested his body out, stretching in different directions to ensure his body was completely stable. Then, with a groan, he set to work on cutting through the cartel member's head. Then, he realized he had no phone. "Son of a BITCH!!!!"

(OOC: Good stuff, you'll be hearing from us shortly. You did dump the head right? Perhaps you carved a date, time, and location where you will be at?)

(Indeed, but unfortunately the phone was a top priority, and his head has been cut off)

Several of Combi's dealers were chatting as they opened the hidden hatch that lead into the Mexico City Alley from the underground tunnels, their joking came to an immediate halt when they saw the bodies and blood that was strewn across the alley's concrete floor. All three of them immediately pulled out their glocks, and took cover behind heavy dumpsters in case any threat still lingered. Hidden, they spent the next five minutes controlling their breathing in complete silence, looking at the surrounding windows for combatants. One of the Dealers radioed in a light truck for backup. Still in complete silence, the men were shocked when one of the bodies woke up a bit disoriented. The demon before them began to heal as it seemed to be busy trying to figure out what just happened. Still in their hidden positions, too scared to move, they saw as the demon severed the head of a Beltran Leyva boss, that is when they knew he was a friendly VIP.  The dealers emerged from their cover, putting their pistols back into their jackets. A light truck with a heavy machine gun in the back pulled over at the entrance/exit of the alley. "Demon, you're looking for recruitment?" one of the dealers asked after signaling to the soldiers in the truck that there was no longer a threat. "The men in the truck will take you to the Patron" With that, the wolf demon was given the choice to join the men in the truck while the Dealers that discovered him left into the city to work.

With a grin, he looked down at the weapons trained on him. He looked over at the body once more. "Unless silver bullets are a common item in your arsenal, you won't be hurting me much... I'd love to do some dirty jobs to get my ass off of the streets." He looked over at the guards, still tense, but only slightly less than before. "Wait... Demon???" The word confused him, seeing how he had no real thought of religion in months. A demon, of all things, was amusing, yet made him realize what he had become. He hated it, but the beast within was more human than he was. Looking back at the men he had slaughtered, and urged to move forward. "Let's go meet the boss!"

The truck driver shrugged, demon or not a barrage of a M134 would turn him into swiss cheese. The light truck quickly sped off towards the heavy militarized zone that was Cartel Thunder Fuck's most dense territory. RPG teams hid inside buildings, Light Trucks with M134s were stored in garages where their teams lived and waited for their call to arms, search lights on the top of buildings were used to shine their extremely bright rays towards foreign vehicles that entered the territory. AK47s with armor piercing rounds were held tight by the sentries that roamed the roof tops, looking into the Vehicle that carried the wolfman as he was being taken to the Lab.

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