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Ghost (c) Me

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---------------------------------------------------------------"Watching the Waters" ---------------------------------------------------------------
(Rank-Up Mission piece! Ghost has completed enough Tasks to Rank-Up. Sadly I couldn't think up as awsome a story for it as normal cuze it was pretty simple..)

At long last, Ghost was given the opportunity to provid more than just blankets and food. Not that he minded. It was needed, and it kept him busy.. But as much as he liked routine, doing the same ol-shit over and over was getting boring. He wanted alittle diversity from time to time, a little bit more of a challenge! And what better challenge than one that also proves him capable of moving up in the hierchy? Win Win, right? He sure thought so, and wasted no time heading out to the shore line to investigate per Vince's order.

Not to mention.. Of all the things he could have been sent out to do, this was likely best suited for him. gray-scale male wasn't particularly huge, muscular or extremely fast. But he was clever, he was quiet, he was stealthy.. And if things went down hill, his biggest asset was his quick reflexes. He'd be out with ease. There wasn't a single ounce of worry or fear apon his shoulders when time came to head out.

Watch the waters. That was his mission. The Trieste Don had noticed a time or two, that the humans had something brewing. Coming and going with cargo, and to make matters worse.. They weren't far off from Trieste turf. Ghost's job was to scope out the situation, investigate, see what they were doing, what they were hauling. And if there was anything on board that the pack could use.. If they could infiltrate the ship and steal supplies.

Seemed as though they'd be getting more than just food and blankets when raiding this ship. After days of watching, days of lingering on the sidelines.. Even pushing his boundaries to creep closer just to get a good ear on the conversation, Ghost discovered this ship was hauling in supplies for the remake of Hotel number 1. Trieste's old home. Mind you.. Ghost hadn't the foggiest clue about this, but it'd sure prove useful to Vince. If the pack did manage a successful Hiest, they'd not only have enough supplies for a couple weeks, but they'd also be slowing down the human's production on there old home.

Guaged ears perked forward, the sound of men drawing in his attention. He'd successfully gotten information, that much was the easy part... Learning that this would indeed be a prime target. Now... He had to sit, and wait. To learn there schedules, there plans. And from the sound of the humans chatter they'd be hauling up supplies quit soon..

Silver eyes lingered over the situation one last time before scrawny limbs kicked him into gear, driving him home to relay the information to Vince. If this was going to happen.. It had to happen fast. By Morning they'd be moving, and there window of opportunity would have come and gone.

It was now or never.

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Ghost (c) Me

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---------------------------------------------------------------"Watching the Waters" ---------------------------------------------------------------
(Rank-Up Mission piece! Ghost has completed enough Tasks to Rank-Up. Sadly I couldn't think up as awsome a story for it as normal cuze it was pretty simple..)

At long last, Ghost was given the opportunity to provid more than just blankets and food. Not that he minded. It was needed, and it kept him busy.. But as much as he liked routine, doing the same ol-shit over and over was getting boring. He wanted alittle diversity from time to time, a little bit more of a challenge! And what better challenge than one that also proves him capable of moving up in the hierchy? Win Win, right? He sure thought so, and wasted no time heading out to the shore line to investigate per Vince's order.

Not to mention.. Of all the things he could have been sent out to do, this was likely best suited for him. gray-scale male wasn't particularly huge, muscular or extremely fast. But he was clever, he was quiet, he was stealthy.. And if things went down hill, his biggest asset was his quick reflexes. He'd be out with ease. There wasn't a single ounce of worry or fear apon his shoulders when time came to head out.

Watch the waters. That was his mission. The Trieste Don had noticed a time or two, that the humans had something brewing. Coming and going with cargo, and to make matters worse.. They weren't far off from Trieste turf. Ghost's job was to scope out the situation, investigate, see what they were doing, what they were hauling. And if there was anything on board that the pack could use.. If they could infiltrate the ship and steal supplies.

Seemed as though they'd be getting more than just food and blankets when raiding this ship. After days of watching, days of lingering on the sidelines.. Even pushing his boundaries to creep closer just to get a good ear on the conversation, Ghost discovered this ship was hauling in supplies for the remake of Hotel number 1. Trieste's old home. Mind you.. Ghost hadn't the foggiest clue about this, but it'd sure prove useful to Vince. If the pack did manage a successful Hiest, they'd not only have enough supplies for a couple weeks, but they'd also be slowing down the human's production on there old home.

Guaged ears perked forward, the sound of men drawing in his attention. He'd successfully gotten information, that much was the easy part... Learning that this would indeed be a prime target. Now... He had to sit, and wait. To learn there schedules, there plans. And from the sound of the humans chatter they'd be hauling up supplies quit soon..

Silver eyes lingered over the situation one last time before scrawny limbs kicked him into gear, driving him home to relay the information to Vince. If this was going to happen.. It had to happen fast. By Morning they'd be moving, and there window of opportunity would have come and gone.

It was now or never.