[i]Wilson headed back into what looked like an entranceway, and found a few of his captors. Grabbing one by the throat, he smiled as he slammed it into the way, breaking its spine. As another guard rushed him, he flipped him over his shoulders, and curb-stomped the creature's throat. Walking in, he hunted for his armor, eventually finding it in a store room, just as he had left it. The two guards in the room turned to him, and he smiled.[/i] Didn't your parents teach you not to touch other people's stuff? [i]With that, he tackled one to the ground, and beat it to death with its own weapon. Chambering a round in the weapon, he shot the other guard 4 times before it could fire a single shot. Tossing the gun to the side, he approached his gear, and put on his Pip Boy, using it to unlock his power armor. He then stripped out of his -blam!-ed up arena outfit and back into his normal clothes. Making sure all of his weapons were loaded, he climbed back into his armor, and it closed around him. Locking into position, it hissed as all of his systems came back online. His Browning locked its bolt, and the eyes of the helmet came on, a bright red-orange. Walking forward, he left the room.[/i] [i]Wolf had slid out of the arena quickly, and began searching for his armor. Moving in the shadows, he came upon three guards, all with their backs to him. He grabbed the first and snapped its neck quickly, and then tripped a second guard with his left foot. Tossing the corpse onto him, he tackled the third, and broke his arm, and then strangled him. As the other struggled to push the corpse of his friend off, Wolf shot him with the third's weapon. Standing up, he headed down a hallway, looking in each and every room until he found his armor, also in a guarded room in pristine condition. The guards both went to shoot, but he was quicker on the draw and dropped both of them before they could even pull the trigger. Tossing the weapon aside, he also clambered out of his suit, and back into his normal apparel. Fixing his Castle beret, he unlocked his armor and entered it, it closing around him. The helmet laid on the table beside him, and he turned to it after the suit sealed and locked itself for combat. Picking up the helmet, he slid it on and locked it, the blue eyes lighting up almost immediately as he pulled his cloak up over his head, and walked out into the hallway. Engaging his cloaking and dampening systems, he radioed Wilson.[/i] You out? Yeah. Back in business again. We need to regroup. Look for the Russian. 10-4 Wolfie.