Picked up by Siha, he returned home. Weeks passed and he healed... and waited. He had sent men to the Shroud, searching for the laughing gunner, then came word of the Elezen. He had set up a lab for himself outside of Bluefog, the irony was not lost on Erik. He would set a lab, find victims, and start anew. Erik by this time was back in the highlands, returning to find his strength. So much had passed, he knew he had become weak, useless. He needed to find the strength he had once had if he was going to be the leader the Red Wings deserved.
In the frozen cave of the Fury's Gaze he waited in meditation. The modest shorts and the linkpearl in his ear was all he wore. He wasn't sure how long he had been there when the pearl crackled in his ear, his eyes flashing open, "Captain. This is Recon Team One, Do you copy? Over." He lifted his right hand to his ear, the soreness in his arm still noticeable, "Go ahead RT1. I copy. Over." The voice on the other side was young he noticed. Were the voices getting younger, or was he getting older, "Sir, we had identified Target: Alpha One, Doctor Ombre Fortemps. Approximately 10 clicks south by southeast of Camp Bluefog. Target has been sited on site. Over." Erik stood, dressing quickly, he had a trip ahead of him. The airship he had brought was no Falcon, just one of the cargo ships, "Understood. Hold your position. I will be there in a few hours. Over."
As he boarded the airship, running the checks, readying the engines, a crackle came over the pearl, "Sir. Someone just entered the site. We did not see them coming, they came out of no where. Over." Erik continued starting the engines as he answered, "Just one? And ally? Over." The young confused voice answered, "Negative Sir, there seems to be fire coming from buliding. Shots fired Sir! Orders Captain!"
In the frozen cave of the Fury's Gaze he waited in meditation. The modest shorts and the linkpearl in his ear was all he wore. He wasn't sure how long he had been there when the pearl crackled in his ear, his eyes flashing open, "Captain. This is Recon Team One, Do you copy? Over." He lifted his right hand to his ear, the soreness in his arm still noticeable, "Go ahead RT1. I copy. Over." The voice on the other side was young he noticed. Were the voices getting younger, or was he getting older, "Sir, we had identified Target: Alpha One, Doctor Ombre Fortemps. Approximately 10 clicks south by southeast of Camp Bluefog. Target has been sited on site. Over." Erik stood, dressing quickly, he had a trip ahead of him. The airship he had brought was no Falcon, just one of the cargo ships, "Understood. Hold your position. I will be there in a few hours. Over."
As he boarded the airship, running the checks, readying the engines, a crackle came over the pearl, "Sir. Someone just entered the site. We did not see them coming, they came out of no where. Over." Erik continued starting the engines as he answered, "Just one? And ally? Over." The young confused voice answered, "Negative Sir, there seems to be fire coming from buliding. Shots fired Sir! Orders Captain!"
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