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Apparently Sofurry doesn't support Russian text so sorry about all the "???'s". Quick apology to Kythl Moonpaw as well for accidentally writing his OC as a husky, had that particular species on my mind when I was writing something else.

Last night was an eventful night as well

Someone's transformer blew on my street, and as my laptop was dead and I couldn't find the charger I was typing it all up on my main computer.

At the time the power went out, of course. All progress made towards chapter 6 was deleted :D That's why it's kind of late

Went back and read chapter 4 on my phone just to see how it read and there are SO MANY AUTOCORRECT ERRORS IN THE PORTION I TYPED ON MY PHONE.

I apologize for that.

I am typing this on my phone though just because I've nothing to do at school :/

Hype for the summer.

One more thing: Global Squadron #201 is Tai's Squadron. I mentioned this way back in Ch. 2 or 3 so I felt a reminder was in order before I starting throwing it all over the place.

And Kythl Moonpaw is the creator of Kyle Frost as well as the Wolf Pack. Dimitri and Simon are kind of my own liberties but I disclose it all to him.

This chapter's all about introducing new plot points. It's like 1/4 Tai, 1/4 Riddick, and 1/2 Marshall.

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Marshall put down the phone.

There was no scowl.

No gritting of his teeth.

No clenched fist.

This was perfectly fine, he decided.

Jinn rarely capitalized on threats, from his experience. In fact, in the last year all real attacks had never been forewarned.

Either way, Global 201 was about to get a mouthful.

Why they in particular were wanted there, was of no concern to Marshall. If your Squadron was asked somewhere inconvenient it was for a good reason and sometimes they just didn't see fit to tell you.

He hadn't seen the Squadron in two days, since Sunday.

He hadn't told them about their potential new member, if the Wolf Pack came through with their side of the deal...

Harper being threatened didn't bother him, neither squad 201 being assigned to protect him at the airfield... Only that his newest recruit was coming in at a time like this.

It was routine for recruits to pop in at any moment, the paperwork, especially for these more black ops units was slim...

This was the first squadron he'd been the personal administrator for, he'd just been a handler for those underground ones.

Whatever the Wolf Pack was giving him in Russia, he'd dealt with them personally before. But the mercenary infested nation didn't take kindly to GRA or Jinn.

From what he heard from Tech Support Hayes, Tai and Reyna completed the first assessment.

Alone.

As his chauffeur opened the door, Marshall allowed himself a grin.

The sheer arrogance of the Trojan was only weaponized by her skill. Marshall wasn't exactly a hand to hand expert, he'd got his name from the revolver tucked in his pocket.

If she wanted to, in the right conditions, he would be overpowered.

As for the Janus kid, whose name passed him by, jumbles of everything and a half in his head, he'd delivered.

He'd certainly delivered.

Riley sent the clips (more than one, to his surprise) to not just Opera and Harper, but him as well.

Out of curiosity, Marshall pulled up his personal database. His vision was tinted blue and he began to move his eyes around and wink one of them, the HUD being on his shades.

Pulling up... Tai's dossier, yes, that was his name, he got little more than he had on his personal laptop.

A picture and a name, some descriptive information, and that was it.

While his laptop's data was restricted, he was given 98.49% (Harper had given him numbers upon request) of access to everything the GRA database had to offer on his shades.

And according to the fine print, that was all they had on the Gibraltar kid.

In fact, his picture was him staring at CCTV.

To Marshall's knowledge they had solid photos of everyone but the best Jinn agents.

Looking at the cat's face he was deep in thought.

Clever.

Marshall didn't like people that thinked.

He liked people that took orders.

Though he himself often didn't give them anymore...

...

He wondered if he should have told Tai he was going to die at 20.

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FIVE DAYS LATER

It must have been 4 in the morning.

This time, I didn't wake up on my own.

Not moving, the instinctual response when someone else came into your alley.

If they saw you a fight would inevitably break out.

And they might have an L shaped chrome in their pocket...

One footstep. Two.

The wind was the biggest giveaway that the window had been opened.

I could just see the edge of the window at the angle my mirror was to me.

I waited. The window didn't look open but with glass, you couldn't tell, could you?

A draft.

It was open, or at the least, cracked.

I tried to control my breathing to emulate a sleeping person's, but ended up exaggerating too much.

Hard to control your breathing when there was an intruder in your room...

Staring at my angle in the mirror, a hand grasped the side of my window, stayed there for a moment, then let go.

I couldn't see it as it was still dark out, just the shape.

Hearing my window close, I turned around.

No one there.

Sitting up in bed, I'd never felt so uncomfortable in the past week.

Pinching myself, I felt nothing but pain. This was reality...

It came to me that I should look out the window and chastising myself mentally for not thinking of it earlier, no one was there.

Against the white snow, even in the dead of night, the lamppost in the distance should have given me eyes on someone... But nothing.

I brought my hand over my mouth in deep thought, wondering if Marshall said anything about hallucinations in his Janus monologue...

Something brushed the leg of my sweatpants, making a ruffling sound.

Recoiling sharply for a moment, I tripped on a pile of clothes and fell.

Cold hard wood met the back of my head, and I winced, holding it.

Better than taking a metal bar back in Gibraltar, but...

Sight hazy, I got back to my feet with an uncontrolled groan, using my bedpost to support me.

Making my way slowly back over to the window, I snatched a piece of paper out, the fluttering that capitalized on my exited nerves...

To my surprise it wasn't a stray tag I'd ripped off my new clothes, but about the size of a ticket, just longer lengthwise.

Rubbing the back of my head and regaining some degree of continence, I walked around my bed and turned on my lamp,

Eyes protesting, I winced as I fell back on my bed, my sensitive head making me jerk back up.

This ticket sure caused me a good bit of pain...

It was crimson red, but had bright gold trim to compliment.

There was nothing on it, but turning it over and upside down, I could read...

Arabic.

I would have pinched myself again but I'd caused myself enough pain already.

From all the European Common over the past few days it took a moment to register.

"See you at the airfield."

...What?

A shiver running down my spine, I realized what transpired earlier couldn't have been misapprehension but that was...

An actual arm at my window. An actual intruder.

Here. Under GRA's wing.

A continent away, I was still in danger.

I'd been in rebuttal since getting out of Gibraltar. Like nothing could touch me.

A week of luxury and I'd lost my touch...

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Metal clanged against metal, and sparks lit the air.

Riddick breathed heavily, already messed up from the few slices he'd taken earlier...

But he'd gotten his in too, he thought, eyeing the stab wound in the Jinn Specialist's shoulder.

The hyena and the specialist circled, knives in hand.

While the hooded and gas masked specialist carried a generic combat knife, Riddick's kukiri had a white knuckle grip to it as he endured the pain.

They were evenly matched in height and weight. The dark environment made the clashes all more impactful.

Riddick rushed in, not able to take the waiting anymore, slamming the kukiri down but making no solid contact.

More sparks.

He retreated and now they were back to the waiting game...

A sudden halt.

The specialist switched to a backhand stance. He'd been only doing that temporarily and few but every time he did...

Riddick got a few more red ropes draped on him.

Attacking, Riddick struggled to fend him off, meeting him everywhere, the tactical natures of a blade duel taken to a more and affordably rapacious level with the combatants' familiarity.

Riddick took a knee to the stomach as soon as it was discovered advancing would do nothing, and instinctively bolted from the unfortunate position, taking a graze on his shoulder where it should have stuck his back.

The hyena's teeth gritted as the pain flared. Remembering how he thought he could withstand the world until the jackal showed up and shook off a bullet...

Less determination and more sheer obstinacy filled him, and he rushed in, not waiting for the specialist to switch stances.

Giving him the iron, now unbridled breathing erupting from him with every strike, Riddick drove him to the wall.

Still blocking every strike, the hyena's resolve didn't waver, quaking pain in his shoulder being reduced minutely in his rage.

But it was taking less effort from the specialist to keep it up.

Riddick was drowning in his own lactic acid and sweat, and with another roar he delivered the most powerful strike he could.

It settled in the wall, his kukiri now embedded.

Lifting his chin, blood staining the hyena's teeth a dark red, the specialist nonchalantly put the blade to his neck and slashed it.

...

A groan as he rose from the simulation chair, he'd been at this all day.

He'd come so close all day.

Riddick had spent almost an hour viewing Reyna's recordings in the CQC and hand to hand simulations, looking for an exploit somewhere.

He'd found nothing he could replicate.

A white knuckled grip he didn't know he had finally reached the deep recess his mind had gone, and he was clutching his kukiri.

He must have absently taken it with him to the simulation.

Feeling the weight, the almost swordlike quality, he promised it better.

He promised blood.

It was a less narcissistic nature that Riddick had and more an aura of dominance he had to teach for the high awareness of his own shortcomings.

He didn't like Reyna.

He didn't like that she was on top of everything.

If that was what GSS was looking for, fine.

He could be that.

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St. Petersburg.

More particularly, ?????. Warscar, as the Euro Common speakers called it.

Marshall could feel the anxiety rippling off his chauffer. Every tenth building they passed was in ruins.

It was the region forsaken by the GRA, not given attention, not policed, not rebuilt.

No one wanted GRA here.

No one wanted Jinn here.

They just wanted to watch the world burn... Marshall thought, adjusting his shades as they came to the location.

Every tenth building had turned to every building period, gray stone with the green ivy scars of mother nature.

"Do I have to get out, sir?"

"If you want to get shot."

A small grin. He was just messing with the guy, anyone pulled a gun on someone like him they'd have a lot of explaining to do when the GRA had them strapped to the shock chair.

They came to an open area, a courtyard of sorts in a bracket shaped building he guessed at one point had been an important building.

Gray and green, the colors resounded as if you hadn't already seen them around every corner.

Six guys, he saw, as he stepped out. Blinking once in his right to turn on his glasses and looking to the HUD's top left, he turned on thermal mode.

And seven snipers in the windows.

Heh. Amateurs.

But this was ?????? ????. Wolf Pack. They knew Marshall wasn't going to try anything.

They just put em' up because they could.

"Marshall, I am assuming?" The heavy Russian Cyrillic weighed in, and Marshall could imagine the muscles in his throat were jacked from speaking like that.

Then again, they might have a problem with his American drawl.

"Where is Simon?"

"Simon is no longer the Pack Alpha."

Of course, symbolism and drama in everything. It played well into their intimidation factor but the gray wolf couldn't take him seriously.

"What happened to him?"

"...He was incompetent."

"But what happened?"

The rat simply shook his head. Whatever happened to the old leader Marshall knew...

Well, he didn't want to know.

"You know what I'm here for."

There was a beckoning hand motion from the rat and the moment was cliché.

Marshall warily handed over the suitcase. No bartering with the Pack. Not alone, and they took their one sided deals or nothing.

"500k. Check it if you need to."

An wolf took the suitcase from the rat and walked back to his original spot, skimming over it.

Marshall held eye contact with the rat for a full minute until the wolf's all clear, his glasses pushed down so his grayish-green eyes were visible.

Silence.

"Now my recruit."

A huskie stepped forward. He was just about as tall as Marshall himself, take a few inches.

His glasses gave him all the height, weight, heartbeat, vitals, and anything else he needed to know, but Marshall didn't need that, flicking his vision up to the top left and blinking.

Without the thermal, the huskie was wearing a leather jacket, and so were the rest of them.

No, they were wearing trenches. At least, the ones he could tell were high ranking.

Bulge locations weren't even too prominent. God only knew how many weapons they had under wraps...

Blue paws on the back. Of course, that was acceptable (and maybe required) around here, but a few blocks down having that on was a deathwish.

The way of Warscar.

"This is"-

"I know who he is." Marshall didn't know this new leader.

He wanted to see just how far he could push.

"You got your cash. I got my guy. And I didn't appreciate the seven snipers in the windows."

His rat nose wrinkled, creating an expression of disbelief and realization.

The way of GRA.

"Seven fully loaded snipers. Now get the fuck outta here fore' I give the go ahead."

Marshall flashed a sharp grin. The kid he was here for was now patiently waiting by his side, and to his surprise gave no indication that the tension was flaring.

"Simon never would have needed six behind him, that and one more hidden away."

"Simon's dead for a fucking reason, ?????. But you're right. You got Kyle. I got my cash. Now get the fuck"-

"You can either kiss GRA's ass or come strong, merc. Wolf Pack aint tough shit anymore from what I'm looking at."

Now the husky was acknowledging it, with a reserved poise.

The rat grinned.

Someone in the back took out their pistol and fired a blank.

Marshall didn't flinch. He'd been friends with these same guys before, under the leadership of Simon Koslov.

GRA didn't buy him any high quality suite for a night or have him stay at a compound nearby, but with the mercs themselves.

As a wolf he fit just into the disposition and majority of the Russian mercenary gang, most of them canine at the least, and they welcomed him as a brother.

That a rat could make it to the top, a rat he hadn't ever heard of before could make it to the top told him either something was off, or something was...

Off.

During his time there, they'd fire blanks at him until he stopped flinching, all as a joke.

Now it was more a threat.

"Hope_some_ of you came loaded. I got important people to spend my time on."

He turned around, imagining what was going through the chauffer's mind about then.

Getting back in, now that he knew where they were he could see the slight figures of the snipers settling away from the windows, the rat turning his back to walk away but looking over his shoulder.

The husky sat across from him.

"Kyle Frost."

Kyle, the husky, had been looking around the luxury vehicle, but his shock blue eyes settled on Marshall.

They were almost white. Even for a husky...

"Took some guts, pulling something like that on Dimitri."

The Russian stood out once more, but almost all foreigners were fluent in European Common, the new universal standard.

"Mmh. What did he mean by Simon was incompetent?"

It looked as if Frost was going to shrug, just for a moment, but refrained.

"Dim and Simon had a bit of a rivalry. They decided to settle it in a pistol duel, just a few people to watch, way up North."

"Didn't go well for Simon...." Marshall remembered better times.

"I remember you visiting, I think. Marshall, right? You two were friends, no?"

He nodded. "He was a good man. But he was a hardass. Had to settle things the violent way instead of sitting down and talking..."

"...We never got a body but Simon's coat had a bullethole in the back. If you know the Alpha, you know no one could sneak up on him."

Another nod, another repressed emotion for the gray wolf.

Marshall noticed his left ring finger was missing and for a moment the shock of seeing a phantom body part incited in him.

"What happened there?" The husky needed no indication of where it was.

"Training accident."

The Wolf Pack carried two knives at all times, one thinner at the edge than a blade of grass and a dull one for utility.

The former could cut cloth draped on it.

"You could have gotten that grafted back on pretty easily, you know. We can probably make a believable prosthetic before we even get to the Scandinavian Union."

He remained silent for a moment, and despite the brick wall of emotion extracted thus far, Kyle seemed to give way to a personal abyss.

"This finger is connected to the heart. I do not possess it because of loss."

Marshall could relate.

He wondered if it was a forceful reminder, or sentimental.

...

No need to push any buttons to figure out Kyle. He was Wolf Pack. Solid.

Not some hyena who thought he was tough shit just because he was from a warzone.

Not some jackal who knew exactly what he was trying to do and switched up personalities to fuck with him...

Not some retriever that wouldn't shut up about GRA and excitement...

And not some questionable cat they busted their asses to grab before Jinn...

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** Like I said before, Kyle and the Wolf Pack belong to Kythl Moonpaw and not me.**

Riddick is going to be a really important member of Tai's team, second only to maybe Reyna.

I kind of channel a lot of the bad parts of myself into him, frustration, stubbornness, the constant reminder that someone's looking down on you.

He's an anger based character while not meaning to be vengeful or arrogant. I made, imo, one of the best backstories out of any character I've done thus far for him and now he's at the forefront of my mind in Alcatraz.

You can call him a pandering character for reasons later on.

Fun fact I decided to remove Riddick saying "cunt" under his breath like 3 times, I put it in because I wanted him to still be pinned as an Aussie while not stereotypical lmao

And one more thing, I want to put in Reader OC's to this story. (See form below)

I gave some people kind of an early access to this through PM's and Kyle was the first inclusion.

I'll put in the form below, I explained quite a lot in the asterisks where lore I haven't explained well comes up or something like that.

Any questions, comment or PM and I'll get back to you!

To submit the OC's PM ONLY. I would prefer vital plot details about them stay under wraps for now so try and keep the spoilers away!

If you don't understand something still just leave it blank, it isn't all mandatory besides name, gender, age, species, etc

Obviously the orientation, expertise, janus, and other sections are optional

Reader OC Form

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*Name: Age: **Gender: *** Species: **** Appearance: *1 Birthplace: *2 Sponsor: Personality: *3 Backstory: *4 Orientation: *5 Expertise: *6 Janus: Other:

*-Name doesn't have to contain a last if there's a lore reason (ex: Tai being homeless and not knowing)

**-I myself don't believe in all that 72 genders stuff. Sorry if you do but please stick to just the "main two"

***-Nothing mythological please. Scalies/Furries are both good

****-All required here is fur color and eye color, really. More descriptive the better though

*1-Geographic locations in the universe of Alcatraz have been changed big time so I'll let you know if there's any discrepancy

*2-Sponsor is who they were trained by (might be best to make something up because all I have is GYFT right now. I would go with something location based Ex: Rhineland Defense Force [RDF] or Brazilian Special Ops [BSO])

*3-I'll point out any lorebreakers but right now "the plot is young" so feel free to make any new factions/groups :)

*4-If you don't want a romance element just say so, haha, but as I've said a lot Alcatraz's main focus is the characters not the action. Not guaranteeing I will ever do this but if I do and you don't want any "adult scenes" with your OC I totally respect that. Just make sure I know.

*5-What gun type they might use, if they can hack, snipe, do stealth, strategy, combat medic, anything is good.

*6-Spaces are heavily limited for the Janus afflicted characters and I can guarantee it's going to be a while before they're seen

Sorry if it seems a little much, original characters for something still in the works are complex. But I love and respect every submission I've gotten so thank you!