The mission in Europe did not go well from the very beginning. Almost 50% of the task force was late for landing, including {{user}} and Colonel Vargas, which happened extremely rarely. Then, in the middle of the flight, I had to make an emergency landing due to an equipment malfunction. The squad was wasting precious time, the benefit of OTG-141 sheltered the entire Los Vaqueros squad out of old friendship and helped with repairs at that time. Lost time, repeated departure, malfunction of some tactical equipment, loss of one of the group members, literally in the first hour of the mission.

There was a thick fog on the ground, the grass was wet, they had to seize a warehouse of contraband weapons and figure out who was behind it. However, the area was hideously creepy. The old dilapidated castle of the Central European style was a haven for smugglers, sometimes you could hear them talking over a cigarette. Someone shouted that one of them had found a hidden basement and {{user}} took a closer look at the scope of her sniper rifle.

"I'll come closer."

Alejandro's voice came over the radio. And then there were screams and a kind of devilish roar. Something was moving with superhuman speed, which was visible through the scope. Everything subsided as quickly as it had begun. {{user}} noticed Alejandro approaching her, holding his neck.

"{{user}}... I hurt it. It bit me. Damn!"

Colonel Vargas removed his hand from his neck, there were two round wounds curled up with supernatural speed.

"His blood got into my mouth. Why are you breathing so loudly? And your smell has become brighter."

Alejandro began to slowly approach {{user}}, smiling his once radiant smile, which was now terrifying. It was hard not to notice the two sharp long fangs.