"Alright Fox. "he said, and handed her a Satellite Phone. "If you need anything: Reinforcements, Covering Fire, supplies, signal on the phone. If you have anything for me, call, and i'll get Right on it. Greyhound 1 and 2 will be on station. Vuples 1 and 2 will also be helping take care of the HVT's (High Valued Targets). They'll be under your command, so I'll be giving you operational Discretion. Need to get a move on, so I gotta duck and cover. See you soon. "he said, and kissed her. He then ducked out the window.

(timeskip?)

((Sure. You kick it off, since Wolfie has no clue what to do from here.))

The Next week passed by fast. Reports came in from all over that Lower-class members were getting attacked left and right. No-one knew by who, why, or how, but they seemed to be everywhere they shouldn't be. The only thing left for anyone to go on, was a white and Red Symbol always left behind. The White was an Angelic wing, and the Red was a Demon wing. There was speculation, but most were trying to deny who it was, afraid to believe it was true.

Meanwhile, Joseph saw his own personal status rise up fast. High-grade Efficiency on supply runs, Tactical assaults on Rival Mob Groups, and Surgical Precision on Hits were common on his assignments. He kept one thing clear though: He only did what he was ordered to do, nothing more, nothing less. Most saw this as a Lack of Ambition, but others saw this as his way of not drawing attention to himself. He obviously wanted to get rich, and be alive to enjoy it.

Joseph walked in, With a High-ranking member of the mob next to him. "The Footage, and Correspondence between the two should tell the boss everything he needs to know. Thank god I killed him before this got too bad. Dealing with the Russians is one thing, but that idiot tried to pin it on an Organization that's been gone for almost several years! How think can you be?" he said, playing the part as a man trying to understand something.

"I'll make sure this information get's to the Boss. Thanks, Watch-Dog. Not only have you helped ease things out, but with proof that this is just his loyalist's trying to get one last stab at us, I think everyone will calm down. We were afraid for awhile that we had to deal with those 'Holier-then-art-thou' bastards again. "He said, handing Joseph a wad of cash, then taking The briefcase he was holding, and running off to see the boss.

Joseph waited a few moments, then closed the door. He then checked every nook, crane, and corner for a bug, or listening feed. He then looked outside for a camera. After making sure that it was secure, He sat down. ". Most of it is coincidental reports, and just a tad bit of luck on my part. Get this: The dumbass was trying to deal with one of the pit-bosses for the Russian mob. "He said, holding up a file. "They'd planned to steal a bunch of money from your dad, and blame it on our mutual friends. They never got far with it, because the Pit-boss went underground, but it does prove useful, at this time, don't you think?" he said, grinning. "

"I say, and I quote from my dad 'I did not survive this long to be killed by a gangster"he said to her. He then got up, and looked around one last time, before he pulled her close, and kissed her hard.

Joseph stopped, pulling away, and looking behind her. He then shoved her down, and ducked, as bullets flew through the window. He didn't move fast enough, though, as his arm was hit. "Dammit! Vixen, Get out of here!" he said, pulling out his pistol. He then moved in front of the window, and began firing, then ducking as bullets came back in return.

"I need you to get out of here, and get others! We need everyone to defend the East Gate! They break in through there, and we're fucked!" He said, ushering her to go.

Joseph kept alive alright.....note, he had 3 new holes in his body when Vixen would return, but he was still alive.

By the time Vixen got back, she knew her room would never be the same again. There was blood everywhere...and she never wanted to sleep in that place where Joseph was hurt. "Joseph! How do you manage this kind of thing?" She exclaimed, running to him. "Can you move, or should I go get Fitz?" She asked. Fitz was the "in-house" doctor, whose full name was Fitzroy Driscoll. He was an excellent doctor, though he was only a few years older than Vixen. He always was a little cold to her, but it never effected his professionalism.

((Wolfie has a plan for this Fitz character. You might get a clue about who he is if you look up the Gaelic name Fitzroy.))

(if you're planning what I think you're planning......you're evil, pure evil.....I love your creative thought!)

"Agh! "he reached into each wound, and pulled the bullets out. "I'd like alittle help cleaning and closing the wound.....can't leave those things in there, I'd die before Medivac get's here......call him, please."he said.

((Mwahahahahahaha!! *lightening in the background* Ahem...=D ))

Vixen nodded. "Okay, I'll get him. Just...don't try to pull them out yourself!" She said. She gave him a quick kiss on the forehead, and dashed out of the room. She was back minutes later, with a young man in tow. "Here, he's here. Can you help him, Fitz?" She asked nervously.

Looking completely unfazed, the young man went and knelt next to Joseph, opening his old-fashioned doctor's bad as he went. "Of course I can. IT's actually not as bad as it looks. No major arteries or organs were hit, no bones broken...a pretty easy case. You're a lucky man." He said, taking out various different tools and beginning to work on Joseph. "This one came far too close toy our heart. Less than an inch to the right and it would have killed you."

"Wasn't the first time.....won't be the last, in this business.....um, I hate to ask, but do you have any aloe? The burns around my wounds are hurting like a bitch. "He said.

"Good-bye.....and thanks, "He yelled, over to Fitz. He then stood up. "Heh....almost miss this feeling, of getting up after being wounded. Guess that's something you learn in the Sandbox."He said.

((NOPE, NOPE, FOUL!! Joseph can't know that, absolutely not, no freaking way!!))

(fixed)

((Thank you.))

Vixen smiled, feeling mixed relief and exhaustion. She moved closer to him, taking his hand. "I know the feeling, but I suspect it has more to do with masochism than something we learned growing up." She said, half joking.

"It's just something you get used in the Military. "he said.