Price, a dragon hybrid, was smoking a cigar. Gaz, a Harpy, was sitting on top of one of the helicopters, brushing his wings. And Ghost, a Wraith hybrid was sharpening his throwing knife, black smoke hovering around him

Everyone was doing their normal routines in the base, till Soap, the werewolf coming running inside, his tail wagging excitedly and he seemed to be holding something in his hands