Tf2 Comics Scout Novels & Stories

"Explain." "The construction crew that are working with him on the Libary’s project, Hale's Renovations, they arrived on the scene in a reinforced work truck. They engaged our men immediately. Sir, they aren't human. Every single one of them is a wolf." Victor finally stopped raised his head from the monitor to face the scout. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes, cold and sharp finally meeting the scout’s. "A pack? In Oakhaven? I’ve lived here for years and never caught their scent. They must be very good at hiding.”

But then he slumped back into his chair, the fight draining out of him. “…Fine,” he muttered. “We’ll send a message.” Kane frowned. Jenna rolled her eyes. Even June didn’t look thrilled. Nobody wanted to depend on Scarlett Pack especially not after everything I had just gone through there. But nobody argued either. "Two scouts, the fastest ones. They leave immediately.” I followed Tobias and the scouts outside as they prepared. The pair selected were lean, quick footed and already shifting restlessly as Tobias issued instructions. One carried the sealed letter. The other carried a signal stone that would glow if they made it through safely.

Axel adds. “Scout, why?” Thyra responds. “That helps, one of the squad nine members I was thinking about is a Scout also,” Axel replies. “And the other?” I ask realizing he was talking about swapping Phan Toorek from our squad. “Well seeing that I am all about setting creatures up in love matches, lets keep him and Mona together. Move them to squad 6, and trade in another infantry and scout member,” Axel teases. I nod acceptance to his idea. “Well Thyra, are you in?”

He moved with purpose, targeting Talia. “Talia, behind you.” I barked from within, but it’s too late. She let out a pained yelp as he slammed into her, his fangs sinking deep into her side and blood tripping down from her golden fur. Fury shot through Lucas as he surged forward with a roar that shook the earth and the entire forest. We hit the scout like a thunderbolt, tearing his heavy weight off Talia and throwing him to the ground. Lucas showed no hesitation; he tears the scout with a savagery that even surprised me; his fangs rip through his flesh and bone until there’s nothing left but a broken and lifeless body.

“Clara. You should hear the rest.” Two more scouts returned by dusk. Their accounts were variations on the same wound. The boy was tall, but not broad. His wolf-smell carried no wild edges; it was disciplined, measured, terrifying in its precision. One swore he carried a blade at his hip carved from bone, etched with lines that pulsed faint blue when the moonlight touched it. Another claimed he spoke once, only once, to a captive rogue being dragged back by chains: “Tell her I don’t sleep.” The rogue had wept at hearing it.

The man fumbled for his weapon, but Xavier kicked it from his grip. "You came expecting a Queen," Xavier said, pressing his blade to the scout's chest. "You found her wolves instead." "We were sent to talk!" "You were sent to spy. And now you'll leave with a message." Xavier looked up. "Bring him. Let the rest scatter." Tala and Rye dropped into view, pulling the other scouts to their feet, binding their hands with reinforced cloth. "What should we do with the parchment?" Tala asked, holding up the fake letter.

He says, with his lips trembling and tears glazing over his eyes. FUCK. ME. He is kidnapping young men and women. What is happening to the women? Where are they going? “Why did he send you to scout my pack?” “He wanted me to report back to him the path you take for the full moon run.” The scout said. “What’s your name scout?” I asked “Jake Woods, Alpha. Will you help me? Please?” He’s practically begging.

“Still don’t get it.” Scott pulled two crumpled plastic bags from his pocket. “Look. These’ll hold about a hundred cans an bottles each. If we fill em up, we can get close to ten bucks. We’ll split it, five bucks each.” Scott winked. “I was over at Brooks Pharmacy yesterday. Guess what they just got?” Jesse smiled hopefully. “New comics?” “You bet. Secret Defenders, The Hulk . . . an Dr. Strange.” “Cool.” Jesse paused. “Wait. You don’t read comics. What’re you gonna buy with your split?”

Mason stood nearby, his entire body crackling with tension. “Report,” I snapped. “Look.” Mason pointed. I turned—and saw them. Figures. Three. Hooded. Motionless. Standing just beyond the wards, like statues cast from darkness. They didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Didn’t breathe. “What the hell are they?” I muttered. “Scouts,” Demian said. “Or projections.” I stepped forward, my aura flaring wide. Power surged through me, ancient and undeniable. Alpha power. Pack-bonded power.

Lucas York continued inward. Suddenly, he heard the sounds of combat. “It doesn’t sound like zombies fighting, it’s…humans?” Light glinted across Lucas’ gaze. It must be Mia Yard’s teacher and White Lotus’ Scorpion Guardian. According to Claud Cheswick, the Scorpion Guardian was a Rank 3 Evolved One, he must be terrifyingly strong. He quickly walked toward the source of the sounds and found that countless zombies were surrounding two people. There were a man and a woman. An intense aura of evil emanated from the man's scrawny figure, and there were scorpion tattoos on his face.