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It was just another usual chilly day at base — the rasp conditions of a British winter starting to influence on the weather.

The winds were howling outside like wolves,

the trees were starting to lose its leafage with each passing day,

but any sight of freezing temperatures was still far enough from them.

All that...just not to mention the new transfer arriving today!

The team's, and base in general, was alerted that a group of a few new transfers would be joining them — and the strangest thing was — nobody knew the faces, nor ranks — just the vague names of shadows.

That's what ticked the werewolf off...the mysteriousness.

Simon breathed out a hot breath into the cold air, the low temperatures stinging both his and the other werewolf's ears — Soap's — yet just in general bringing out everyone's coats and scarfs.

"Fookin' hell, sure is cold. Ain'it, Lt?"

Rasped out Soaps through the thick scarf wrapped around both his neck and mouth — as the werewolf nodded in response.

The cold surely did come...

...with the wiring of a helicopter.

That big, black 'volatile' machine soon enough landed in its spot — and through the light mist of the day...

...you stepped out.