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Please note, before reading, this story is going to be made to be a psychological thriller, there will be things that will not fully be understood, but will be as the story comes to certain points. In this tale, there is both magical wonders and horrors that will be displayed, and some of our worse fears ever come to life. This story is of a work of complete fiction and should be taken as such. With that being said, I welcome you, both furry and non-furry, to the story of Dixon and how he became known as the undying agent. And the horrors he and his team must have had to face before earning that reputation.

Prologue

Date: July 8, 2065

Location: The shores of New Alejandra, approximately five miles away from NAPD Asylum.

He used his paws to push himself off of the sand and then gagged and spat up water, his body ached, his fur drenched. Jesus, he thought. He looked out over the pitch black darkness of the sea, a burning structure could be seen off in the distance, lightning flashed showing the dark clouds over the structure, several bolts of lightning struck the structure. He coughed up more water and shivered as he slowly stood up then fell over. His body hurt, the cuts, bruises, and abrasions ached. He put his wet paw on the right side of his chest, he felt the sticky blood still coming out. His maroon buttoned up shirt was torn with his black pants torn from the knees down. The gun holster on his right moved slightly sending waves of pain throughout his body. There was a distant sound of blades chopping through the air. He forced himself to stand up and saw further in-land several bright lights coming closer. Thank god, he thought. The nightmare was over.

Chapter 1: Nightmare Begins

Date: July 6, 2065

Time: 5:30am

Location: STAT HQ, New Alejandra, Leben.

He walked down the elegant hallway. Stone pillars arching upwards to the ceiling, the lights on the ceiling clean. The polished brown marble flooring shown his dark fur, and a smug grim. His dark green eyes shined in the light as he passed through several wooden doors and proceeded towards the two wooden doors at the end of the hallway. Something had caused the higher ups to worry, and he was pretty sure it was the War going on on Leben, the war he had warned them about that was unavoidable. Dumb bastards. He reached the double wooden doors and reached his left paw out and grabbed the door where he heard several disgruntled voices arguing. He chuckled softly and opened the door to see several older hounds, Fennec's, Foxes, and Felines arguing over a holographic table. "You damn well knew this might happen Eric! Putting that bastard at the god damn asylum was something you should never have done! You know how dangerous a Guardian can be, especially when they're locked up and facing a death sentence!"

"Norrah calm down! Look the island is contained, the facility went into lock down the moment he got out. Besides we're sending in three of our best agents in to handle the bastard and to regain control of the asylum."

"I don't-Agent Dixon." The middle-aged Fennec stopped and stared at the agent. "Glad you could join us, where's your team?" She asked. Her voice was somewhat high pitched and made his ears twitch every time she spoke.

"Miss Norrah, my team is ready for insertion on the target, and for the record he wouldn't be the first Guardian we've had to neutralize for the safety of all Pelzigans, but I do have one question for you guys. Why is my team getting dispatched while the other Guardians, you know, the thousands of other Guardians trained for combat at the ripe young age of ten, aren't being deployed to handle this guy." He asked, getting a little agitated after thinking it over for a bit.

"It's simple, with the new colony ship being deployed, and the Insurrectionists closing in on our strongholds, the Guardians are hard pressed for support. And besides, as you've stated, your team HAS handled Guardians before, especially Ta'Kilmor, he was one of the more dangerous ones that they DID dispatch some Guardians to handle and failed to while your team was able to take him out efficiently."

"Look, miss, at that time we had three Guardians who kept him distracted WHILE we got set up to put the fucking round through his head! I don't think us alone would be a match for whoever the hell you guys sent to that asylum."

"Quiet Dixon." The oldest of the group said. An old hound, his pearl blue eyes stared at him, almost as if piercing through his soul. "Our intel suggests that he lost his abilities, or at least most of them. As Norrah stated, with the new colony ship being build, a new research vessel being deployed, and our newest fleet launching in the next few days. The Guardians are hard pressed to try and keep the peace. Besides, as a Shadow Soldier you should be capable of neutralizing any of his abilities that he may have left."

"Listen old man!" He snarled, "I may be an ex Shadow Soldier, but even my abilities come at a higher cost compared to a Guardians. They literally sap the life out of me!" He said, his throat dry.

"Yes, we know, but Da'Mihn has a few abilities left, a lot of which are meant to probe peoples minds, most of which are only capable of causing hallucinations. And we've screened other teams and none of them match up to the psychological record you and your team have. You went to Aegis and dealt with the sick bastard there that used the residents of a small town as means of entertainment either it was slowly tearing the unborn out of their mothers or killing entire famailies, your team went through it and came back unscared." Dixon shoot his hood, reaching into his maroon buttoned up shirt's pocket and pulling out a small circular stick and put the tip in his mouth pushing the button and inhaling a white cloud, then slowly exhaled it out into the room.

"With all do respect sir, we didn't come out of that scenario unscathed, don't you remember? We had four members originally, poor Shaun lost his damn mind after that, PTSD from the combat and horrors we had to witness while chasing the fucker."

"But even so, it'd be weeks before the Guardians could deploy to the asylum and by that time he could escape, if anything you are being sent in to stall him."

"So thats the fucking plan?!" He shouted at the old hound. "Thats your god damn brilliant fucking plan huh?! Feed us to the wolf, let him get fat and lazy while you wait for the Guardians to dispatch a team to handle him! God damn it!" He screamed walking up to the table then slamming his paws onto it, the holographic image shimmered.

"Again Dixon, Da'Mihn's abilities where neutralized, the worse he could do is make hallucinations, as long as you are capable of keeping your fucking calm and a level head they should not prove to be any issue, especially seeing as how they can only last a few seconds and aren't even capable of physical harm let alone mental harm to your group." Dixon bit his lip, he was beyond pissed. "How long would we be there for?" He asked.

"Approximately one day before we could have a battalion in the asylum to take over for you. You'd be deployed the seventh of July and would then be extracted on the eighth." Ah fucking shit! He thought to himself.

"Fine, let's get this over with. Are you certain his abilities are contained?"

"Yes, Council member Dra'Midar saw to that." The Hound said.

"Alright, show me how we're going in, and then show me what we will be doing and how and where the extraction is." Dixon stated as he watched the holographic image turn so the entrance of the facility faced him.

"You'll be entering into the court yard via drop ship, from there you will enter the main building and ensure that the security measures are still operational. After that you are to use those measures to track him down and kill him if necessary. If you are unable to then you are to secure the office and the main building via the two entrances and ensure he can't get in there to unlock the security measures."

"And were is the rest of the staff?" Dixon asked.

"Well, we lost contact from them about an hour after he got loose. We believe he may have a few friends in there that helped him escape, there are several Pelzigans with known insurrectionist backgrounds being held there for psychic evalutations. Our guess is they got loose with him and possibly killed the staff." Terrific, he thought.

"What kind of weapons do they have?" He asked.

"Not much, a few outdated weaponry, all of it is prior to the discovery of plasma based weaponry, except maybe two or three plasma weapons. But the staff should have locked down the armory after the incident so more than likely metal bars, chairs, anything that they could pry off of the floor, walls, or ceiling." Oh fucking joy he thought.

"What's our gear looking like?" He asked as politely as he could.

"Each will be given a plasma rifle, suit or armor with experimental shielding, don't worry, even if the shielding doesn't work the armor will prevent from several shots reaching your fur and skin." The hound stated.

"Da'Mihn isn't to be handled lightly, he may have no abilities, but his physical body can handle large amounts of stress and is also genetically engineered to allow him to hit harder than anyone else there, or here for that fact." Norrah added in.

"Guardians are biometrically engineered to handle the armor they've been given, which is what your armor is derived off of. So therefore you should be fine." The old hound stated.

"When are we being deployed?" Dixon asked.

"Now." The hound responded. Dixon nodded as he watched the holographic display.

"I'll assemble the team." He said as he turned around and walked out leaving the dimly lit room and the leaders there to talk amongst themselves. He proceeded down several corridors of the office building until he came across a single door with his teams name on it, "Alpha-01" and opened the door to see two Pelzigans sitting at their desks typing up reports. The room was big enough for three desks, his in the middle, with pictures on the desk and a small holographic display and keyboard on the desk. The desk to his right was Ash, Ashes was her nickname, she was a short Fox, she was about up to his shoulders, the top of her ears reached his nose. She wore a white buttoned up shirt, black pants, and a vest with a star in the center and the abbreviation S.T.A.T on the top and then, in small golden letters, Special Tactic and Assault Teams on the bottom. Her orange and red fur made her stick out more than the other Foxes, some sort of genetic defect that was supposedly passed down from her mothers side which primarily makes her fur orange and red, and at times she seemed to turn completely red, at least to him. To the right of him, across of Ash, was Luke. He wore an olive colored button up shirt, same black pants as the rest of them, and the same vest as Ash, only his had some stitching coming off from the leather vest. He was a little taller than Dixon, a Great Dane. He put his paw up on the holographic display and swiped it to the left to show an image of the man that was responsible for the deaths of the asylum's staff and the reason they where being deployed. "You use the security camera's to eaves drop often Luke?" Dixon asked looking at him.

"Only when it involves us or something very interesting is happening." He Said, a sharp, disgruntled voice

"You know sometime soon they'll catch on and get you for that." Ash said, her voice was smooth, and calm as always.

"Yeah well, maybe the higher-ups shouldn't give us access to the security feed. Let alone one in their own damn office." He responded.

"Quiet down, both of you, Luke, you know our target?" Dixon said.

"Affirmative, Victor Da'Mihn, ex guardian, major asshole that slaughtered dozens of Pelzigans, women, children, men, even his own team. Went insane. All of which happened on the new colony planet Aegis. Not much else, most of his files are classified, harder than usual to gain the intel we need. Even the Intel that is open to the STAT he's still a mystery. The last transmission they got from the planet was this." He said as he put his paw on the display and grabbed it and flung it into the middle of the room. A screen opened up wide and a lone Grey furred Lion looked at the screen. His green eyes wide with terror. "They're coming! We need immediate back up! The Lo-" The screen blacked out for a moment then came back. "We need to prepare for them! They attacked us once before and it took so much to take him out!" He screamed, his voice cracked. "The Lothians are coming, this is a message to all Guardians, to the god damn Guardian Counsel, we need to be ready!" He screamed even louder as there was a distant explosion. "There isn't much time, I can stop this invasion, I can stop it!" He said, the screen blacked out and stayed blacked out.

"That, was our target. Sent that transmission on all open frequencies. Lothians, as soon as this went out and the Counsel and STAT heard it they where quick to try and confine it. Conspiracy theory?" Luke said, a grin appearing on his face.

"We don't know, i'll question the higher-ups more prior to our department. But Lothians, he doesn't mean the ones from the old wives tails does he?" Dixon said.

"What? The lizard people who come from the great dark depths to kidnap people and devour them? Yeah right!" Luke shouted laughing.

"Doesn't matter, Luke, grab all information on Lothians, wives tails or not. Rumors, legends, myths, all of it. We might be able to use it on him."

"What? Tell him we're with the Lothians? Try to scare the big Lion?"

"No, more of rather when we meet him i'd like to ask him about them. See what he can tell us." Dixon said growling at Luke. "Look, our primary goal is to regain control of the asylum, keep him occupied until a battalion is dispatched to the island along with a Guardian team I'm hoping." Dixon said. "But, any and all intel, even on Lothians, we will need." He said. "We have ten hours before we are deployed to the asylum, Luke kiss your mother good bye and tell her you'll be back soon." Luke flipped him off frowning. "Listen up, as i've stated we've got 10 hours to prep ourselves, prepare for deployment." he said as he grabbed the image and flung it back into Luke's holographic display and sat down at his desk. He reached over at one of the pictures of a young German Shephard and stared at it for what seemed like forever and smiled. He'd see him soon.

10 hours later......

A storm had formed while they where prepping. Lightning streaked across the sky as thunder boomed. Rain and hail pelted the landing pad. The dark ominous clouds covered the night sky and Dixon grimaced. Bad Omen in his case. The T-62 Transport thummed with life. It's propellers spinning and the thrusters below them belowing an orange and yellow glow. The back faced them, the thing was approximately twenty feet tall and was a couple thousand feet long. Small, but capable of flying in this weather. It was shaped like an arrow, thin body and the cock pit was wide. The propellers hung out several feet away from the body. The T-62 Transport was a VTOL ship, one of a few thousand variants they had. He watched through the glass door as rain and hail pelted it, deep in thought. He had been waiting for Luke and Ash for the past ten minutes and was wondering if they had chickened out. He grinned as he heard two pairs of feet running up behind him. "Took your sweet ass time huh?" He asked smirking.

"Screw you, traffic was bad." Ash replied.

"I had to pick up our new arrival." Luke said. Dixon's smirk vanished, he lifted his ears in surprise of the news.

"What new arrival?" He demanded.

"Command decided we needed a Guardian after all. Kurt, say hi to the Sergeant." Luke said. A young male Fennec walked out from behind Luke, a cold blank stare in his face, his blue eyes where emotionless and his pale white fur seem to imply he had no emotion at all.

"Wow, so command listens after all do they?" Dixon said.

"Kurt Matson reporting in Sergeant. Your command thought about what you had said and decided to contact the Counsel for the permission to assign a Guardian on this mission, granted they should've done that in the first place. But with our new fleet arriving soon after their test run, the Science Vessel Aeterus taking off, and the new Colony Ship Bostogne being near completion they where hard pressed to spare Guardians." Said the smooth calm and cool male Fennec. Dixon nodded at the Guardian in response.

"We're scheduled to leave in a few minutes and head towards the asylum, you were briefed on the mission correct?" Dixon asked.

"Yes, we are to enter the facility and put it into lock down and hold the command center until the military and council dispatch reinforcements to regain control of the Asylum." Kurt responded.

"In a basic gist of things." Ash said. They stared out at the VTOL ship, the dreary night slamming rain and hail against the window and lightning flashing across the sky.

"Are you sure we should be leaving with this storm?" Luke asked.

"We need to get there as soon as possible, every minute we've wasted so far has resulted in Mihn possibly gaining more and more control over the aslyum. The more of a threat he'll become as well." Dixon stated and answered. "His power is slowly returning, we don't get there and get him and the asylum under control, we'll surely lose whatever limited control we have over the situation. Our backup plan should consist of the fact that we may need to take him out instead of detain him." Dixon said.

"Agreed." Ash responded.

Dixon lifted hid right paw to his ear as a voice came in via his ear piece. "This is Dixon, go ahead." He said.

"Sergeant, we better get you guys on board, sensors are reading a break in the storm coming in soon and we've got a bit of a trip to the asylum." Came a raspy female voice over the comms. He looked over at his group and the Guardian and nodded.

"Affirmative, we're coming out now Rachael." He said in response. "Be there in a minute." He tapped a small button on the ear piece and took a deep breath, "We've got a green light, let's board." He ordered to the group. They all nodded and walked towards the glass door, rain still pelting the glass with a ferocity. The group followed him as he stepped outside and was immediately buffeted by the wind and rain. The rain hit his head and smiled feeling his fur getting heavy and drooping as the rain drenched him. They walked up to the small V shaped dropship's propellers buffeted more wind in their direction. Waves of ice cold rain water and wind smacked them and they had to put their paws up in front of their faces to shield their eyes. They walked up to the right side of the drop ship and saw a hatch open up as if responding to their approach.

They each climbed into the small cabin which was lit up with small red lights around the walls. There were several seats just to the side of the door, each with a harness that would drop over them to keep them seated in the event that they had to make maneuvers that would typically fling them around the cabin. To the opposite site was a rack filled with several weapons. One was an A8-V Assault Rifle, primative compared to the weapons that where now being found after the age less war between their people. It fired .45 calibur rounds, and had a decent magazine size. It did it's job in scaring certain individuals with how loud it was. The people that served STAT fairly nicknamed it the Confetti Maker. When fired they would have to fire at controlled bursts or the recoil from the weapon and the muzzle would allow the bullets to fire in a wide range. The weapon resembled a bit of an overgrown arm, the trigger having a small wrap around it. The top of the gun curved upwards and then slowly slanted back down to the muzzle where it would curve back around and move back to the covered trigger. There was a small thumbhole beneath the trigger for the user to insert their thumb for grip on the weapon and just behind it going straight down in a rectangular shape was the magazine. The weapon below it was almost like it, a bit more sleeker in design and didn't have the magazine attached to it, was a similar model. The A10-C Rifle was a plasma weapon. It would draw energy from a small pack that was attached to the right side of the weapon with a monitor showing the heat intake and how many rounds it could fire prior to being pulled out and replaced by another. There were several of them in a row next to it. The smaller weapons below it were handguns, plasma and phaser rounds. There were two different types they could use. The DB45 was a plasma held gun, the same as the A10-C Rifle with a small orb attached to the right side feeding it energy. It was shaped like one of the older Revolvers that the Pelzigans used to use in times before he was born, but that he had seen in only pictures or museums. The plasma fired by this weapon was stronger than that of the A10-C but the recoil was more considerable. The one below it was a smooth curved weapon, the Phaser as it was simply named, but to be exact, the XV10C, was the newest in weapon advancements that was one of the few that the government could recover and start mass producing the weapon after their hundred year war with the insurrection that had almost ended up in throwing them back into the industrial age. It had been fifty years since the war ended, several planets in the Kimchanka System were lost, as well as two planets within their own system. The Insurrectionists were people against the new technology that had started being manufactured at the second peak of their civilization that had allowed them to open wormholes within mere seconds of activating a slipspace stream with their engines. It had required them. Now, after the war, the insurrectionists knew that they had pretty much wiped out that technology and now all they had of it were complex schimatics that physicists and engineers were still working on figuring out how they worked, let alone could start developing them once again. Dixon looked at the hatch as it closed and took a deep breath. "Ok, take us to the Asylum." He said into his comm piece. He looked over at the rack of weapons and saw a small crate rattle as the drop ship took off, it would contain their gear and ammo they would need. He felt his stomach lurch as the ship proceeded towards it's destination. Little did he know of the horrors he and his team would encounter when they got there.

Time: 5:30pm

Location: Approaching LZ over the Evans Asylum, approximately twenty miles outside of the city Lorin, Leben.

The ride wasn't enjoyable. For approximately two hours they had left New Alejandria and the massive storm that had enveloped the city and they where almost out of Lorin when he got the report of a typhoon forming off of the coast of Lorin. It had already enveloped the island that the Asylum was based on a moderately sized artificial island off the coast of Lorin and was going to be hit by the Typhoon in approximately three hours. He silently cursed their bad luck. He was hoping to have clear weather but he should have known with what he saw back in New Alejandra with the storm there that their luck with the weather wouldn't hold at all. They where still an hour and a half away from the Asylum. Luke was busy sitting next to him, to the left, messing with a glass PDA, sorting through the information in regards to the Asylum and their target, Ash next to Luke with a small box with a tip, enhaling and exhaling a large cloud of smoke. She had carried her Mod with her every mission, and seemed to be one way of her controlling her nerves. Damn thing, he knew that it was damaging her lungs and, despite it always having a blue berry smell to it, and god, he loved blue berries and the smell, knew that it was a horrible drug for her to get hooked onto. For the past two years during the six he'd known her, he had always bugged her to stop. Kurt sat next to him on his right, sleeping, or meditating, he sometimes, for some god damn reason, had trouble telling whether or not a Guardian had fallen asleep or was simply deep in meditation. The Council would go on for hours in their deep meditation and at times he'd thought that half the Council had fallen asleep. That was when he heard Kurt snore quietly, and smiled. He lifted his wrist of his right arm up and looked at his digital silver watch, 5:33pm, he sighed, it'd be a long night during the remainder of this trip. He leaned back and closed his eyes, feeling sleep enveloping him once again. When he awoke the cabin shook violently, he gasped and his eyes widened. He could feel his heart quicken, what was going on? Had the insurrection engaged their shuttle? No, he thought, they wouldn't have done that in a city like Lorin. He took several deep breaths calming himself and tapped the comm piece on his earpiece. "Sergeant to Pilot, whats going on?!" He said, fear poking out in his voice. "Calm down Sergeant, turbulance. Nothing more sir. The Typhoon is beginning to form faster than anticipated. We'll be reaching our destination in a few minutes. Hang on." The Pilots voice came over, calm. He gave a loud audible sigh and felt a paw rest on his left shoulder. He glanced over at Luke with a worried look on his face, his ears low. He nodded to him, showing him he was fine. Dixon had served with the Guardians as a Shadow Soldier, an elite group of Pelzigan attached to Guardians with the ability to use minor magic, nothing near as good as the Guardians, but enough to assist them in their missions. He had seen several grizzly engagements while serving alongside several Guardians. He had watched several other Shadow Soldiers get ripped apart by cannon fire while trying to distract turret fire and had been aboard a transport similar to theirs when it took a direct hit and spiraled behind enemy lines, he had survived with a younger Shadow Soldier and watched as the life in his eyes slowly drained away from a wound he had received, a steel pole had punctured through his abdomen and he had slowly bled out despite Dixons' greatest abilities to try and keep him alive.

"Calm down Dixon." Kurt stated. "Remember, Fear can't kill you, but I can lead to what will kill you." Dixon glared at Kurt, one of the many sayings a Guardian would use. He was right, Fear itself wouldn't kill him, but if he allowed the fear he felt to consume him and control his judgement, it'd lead him to what would kill, or who would kill him. He took several deep breaths and felt the cabin lurch as the shuttle slanted downwards to take them in for a landing. His ears twitched as he heard the distant sound of thunder. It was strange, he shouldn't have heard the thunder through the hull of the Cabin, yet he did. Something didn't feel right now. "We're landing, opening hatch in twenty seconds!" Came the pilots voice over the comm piece.

"Understood, everyone, gear up." Dixon ordered as he stood up and walked over to the rack and picked up one of the Phaser Pistols off of the weapon rack and holstered the weapon in one of his holsters on the side of his chest, then reached out and put another on the opposite side. He then reached out and picked up the A10-C Rifle and slung it over his back. His back had a magnetic pack on the back that clicked as the weapon latched onto the magnet. Ash and Luke picked up their weapons and Kurt simply stood up and tightened the gloves he had put on a while ago during the transportation. His grey trench coat with the Guardians symbol stitched onto the side of his right and left shoulder, a simple golden paw with their planet in the center, and a star in the center of the planet. He had on a Black T-Shirt and Black jeans, Dixon stared at him. Guardians typically wore as they pleased during missions like this one, granted if they entered a warzone they'd done camo armor that would, if it was the correct armor, grant them the ability to blend into their surroundings with a light reflective armor that would bend light around them. The Fennec looked over at Dixon and nodded.

"Prepare for deployment." Dixon said, Just as he checked to make sure his weapons where secure the hatch opened up. Strong gusts of wind blew into the Cabin, not just from the engines of the VTOL, but from the gusts that where brought in as the Typhoon neared them. "Pilot, prepare to take off the moment we get out. Get back to safety, we'll radio in once we get everything secured here." Dixon ordered.

"Understood Sergeant, good luck!" Came the Pilots voice. Dixon nodded as he stepped out of the cabin first, and saw dark, black clouds, lightening streaking across the swirling clouds. Wind buffeted his fur and squinted his eyes. The Asylum had a high rising stone wall surrounding the compound with several large metal buildings in front of them, Guard towers located at the corners of the wall and ontop of the largest building in the center of the others had a helipad which seemed to have crumbled and fell apart, opening up sections of the building's top. Paper and other trash flew past them, sometimes circling around and hitting their legs lightly. Ash and Luke stepped up on either side of Dixon and he nodded as he turned and saw the biggest building out of all of them, about twenty stories high, and newer than the others, had several scorch marks outside of some of the upper windows towards the top. At the bottom where several pillars holding up up the extended roof over the entrance of the building. There where four glass doors, the two center were banging wildly against the other two who's glass were blown out. The signs of a fire could be seen in the entry way. He grimmaced seeing the interior was completely burned out and when he focused on the entry way more he could see a scorched paw extending out past the door. The rest of the body was a skeleton but most of the arm that had gone out of the middle door still had muscle, skin, and some fur attached to it. Son of a bitch. He thought. Poor bastard. He moved up to the cock pit of the VTOL and gave a thumbs up letting the pilot know to take off. The Hatch on the side of the shuttle shut and it started lifting up into the air. The wind picked up and there was a loud bang, like an explosion. He crouched low to the ground and looked around, and heard a scream from Ash. He looked behind him and saw her crouching with the other three as part of the building behind them, one of the several other older ones, blew apart, smoke rose from the building and parts of it seemed, as if by magic, circle in the air and aim at the VTOL that was taking off. He screamed a warning into the comm piece at the pilot then saw as stone flew at the VTOL, the engine on the left side that was facing the building took a direct hit and blew apart, pieces of metal flew outwards from the explosion as well as jets of fire. Sparks flew as the pilot tried to maintain control of the VTOL. Dixon heard him cursing over the comm piece as watched as another stone block slammed into the window, cracking it. Several more landed against the now spiraling VTOL. The Pilot somehow maintaining minor control over the shuttle, keeping it from falling right ontop of them and veered it towards the building that had blown apart. Thats when he saw it, or him. A man, only skin and bones from what he could see with a long, dirty, white jacket around him that was flapping in the wind, his grey fur shimmered in the wind. He seemed to be saying something and suddenly a metal road that was part of the structure came lose and flew at the cock pit. But instead of it just hitting the window, it pierced through it, striking the pilot through the chest. Dixon heard the man scream in agony and then the warning noises blaring over the comm piece as the VTOL directed itself towards the building. "I'm taking you with me you son of a bitch!" He heard the pilot shout as it went careening into the building the man was standing in, but the man was gone. There was a puff of ash as he dissappeared and the VTOL slammed into the building, erupting into flames as the fuel blew out and engulfed it in fire. The VTOL stood in the hole, and suddenly started to fall down to the ground, taking parts of the building with it as it fell. Dixon stared at the scene, wide eyed, and scared. What the hell just happened?!