Romans & histoires Scout Aot

Austin POV “I need for the scouts to go to Ironclaw. I need them to report the weak spots of the pack and locate the dungeons. I need to understand what times the guards change and how often it changes. We need to also find out if there is anyone who could help us in getting access to those cells.” I tell them. “Once I have logistics, we will go on the attack and extract them from Ironclaw.” I say with finality. “Very good Austin. I will get two scouts to go over there discreetly and report back in a few days.” Renz says.

Omar had turned his room upside down in search of his passport, he had started looking for it as soon as he woke and he had been searching for it all morning, it shouldn't be missing because he knew where he had kept it; inside the smallest compartment of his mini suit case, but it didn't find it there. Where else would it be? The drawers? No. He searched in all his bags but couldn't find it. If it wasn't there then....

“They’re just camped out. I’m not sure if they’re scoping out the area, waiting to attack, or maybe just passing through? The scouts I sent out only got close enough to check their location, but I told them not to linger or engage with them.” “Why’d you need Reid and I then?” Sebastian asked. “Because I know you will be able to get a better read on them than anyone else in the pack. Be able to discern whether they’re just passing through or if they’re here to do some damage to the packs in this area.”

The Mechanical Logic of the Scout Aria sat in the passenger seat, her "Piercing Gray Eyes" scanning the "Labyrinth" of the roadside forest. She held a "High-Frequency" thermal scanner—the only piece of "Gilded" tech they allowed—searching for the "Heat-Signatures" of "Recovery Scouts" or "Sovereign" ambush teams. Her "Fragile Strength" was now reinforced by a "Ruthless" protective instinct. "We have 'Movement' in the 'Three-O-Clock' sector," Aria whispered, her voice "Incisive" and steady.

I say and take the last of my coffee before putting my cup back down on the tray. I see Zoey's eyes glance over and she is mind linking with someone. It takes a moment before she gets up and is about to head out the door. "what's wrong?" I ask her and get up on my feet. "a scout has seen a lot of birds in an area! I'm heading over to check it!" she says and I start to walk after her.

The wind pushed through the courtyard gate, carrying the sharp scent of silver from the distant camps. Rowan sighed. “Great. Now the ground is joining the war.” A scout sprinted into the courtyard. “South patrol returning!” he shouted. Three wolves rushed through the gate moments later. Snow covered their cloaks. One of them looked pale. Rowan crossed the yard quickly. “Report.” The lead scout struggled to catch his breath. “Hunter squads confirmed in the southern forest.” “We know that,” Rowan said. The scout shook his head. “That’s not the problem.”

The scout who know from Aurelia that the thing in the police hand is a weapon called a gun thought that it was a challenge so he beat up the polices too. The police who got beaten up to a pulp push an emergency signal button and call for reinforcement, then the special police force comes and starts to surround the scout. The fight broke out, the police special force got beaten up and the hunt began as the scout started to feel annoyed and flew up to the sky.

"The sweeper. What's he packing?" "Concealed piece under the uniform jacket," the scout said, adjusting his lens. "Small frame. Probably a subcompact." "How's his movement?" "Predictable as hell," the scout snorted. "He’s been sweeping the same ten yards of asphalt for twenty minutes. Checks his watch every four minutes on the dot." Takahashi’s operatives were getting sloppy, acting like the pavement already belonged to them. "They're staring right at Dominic," the scout whispered. "Good. Let them eat the bait," Hugo said, leaning over the concrete ledge. "We learn their habits, we map their spots, and then we erase them."