Imagine a world, as much like our own as you can. In fact, call it our own, but set it in 2010.
Imagine a country, on the verge of economic collapse. Fighting in rural areas between insurgents and government forces is common. Black-market weapons and technology looted from the Red army. Nuclear weapons have been off the market...so far.
Imagine a regime, desperate to remain in power, begging the US for assistance in exchange for strategic influence. They need help to subdue rebel forces.
Imagine a team of covert operatives, easily denied, expertly trained. Their mission is to evaluate the threat of nuclear proliferation and secure the fragile government by any means necessary.
Imagine a truck containing a crate of well-used AK-47s. They look quite ordinary, except for the fact that they all have the same serial umbers. And the same scratches on the stock. And have exactly the same ballistic signatures.
Imagine a firefight, in a dark warehouse. The rebels escape, but not unscathed. The blood is almost human, but the hair is more canine.
Imagine a house, entered in the dark of night. You aren't alone, but you know it isn't the owner, nor his guards. Suddenly the lights come on, and there is werewolf staring you in the face. Wearing blue jeans and a leather jacket. Holding a rather nasty looking weapon made of glass and plastic. Pointed at your head.
Imagine he says "Hello"...
Imagine a country, on the verge of economic collapse. Fighting in rural areas between insurgents and government forces is common. Black-market weapons and technology looted from the Red army. Nuclear weapons have been off the market...so far.
Imagine a regime, desperate to remain in power, begging the US for assistance in exchange for strategic influence. They need help to subdue rebel forces.
Imagine a team of covert operatives, easily denied, expertly trained. Their mission is to evaluate the threat of nuclear proliferation and secure the fragile government by any means necessary.
Imagine a truck containing a crate of well-used AK-47s. They look quite ordinary, except for the fact that they all have the same serial umbers. And the same scratches on the stock. And have exactly the same ballistic signatures.
Imagine a firefight, in a dark warehouse. The rebels escape, but not unscathed. The blood is almost human, but the hair is more canine.
Imagine a house, entered in the dark of night. You aren't alone, but you know it isn't the owner, nor his guards. Suddenly the lights come on, and there is werewolf staring you in the face. Wearing blue jeans and a leather jacket. Holding a rather nasty looking weapon made of glass and plastic. Pointed at your head.
Imagine he says "Hello"...