Wee Base.11pm. Code :Womanizers’ League

Jaguar crushed the lit cigarette in his clenched fist after his war-hardened veterans had quickly memorized the contents of the note.

Cocking their guns, they disappeared into the abandoned mansion kneeling in the dark on the outskirts of the town. Tidal waves crushed themselves angrily against the rocks below the cliff on which stood the mansion.

The sudden intrusion by Jaguar’s men scared off something like a giant bat seated on a window of the building. Almost immediately, dogs were heard barking and howling.

Temptress, Jaguar’s girlfriend who had been lurking in the building, suddenly emerged to warn Jaguar of approaching footsteps. They were unmistakably the footsteps of many men, accompanied by the faint cocking of firearms. The barking of the search dogs got louder and angrier as the invisible steps drew closer.

Jaguar’s men trained laser focus in the direction of the impending danger, ready to inject the fear of God into the savages, should they play any tricks.

A hand from no where locked Temptress’ neck against a cold, hairy chest. A gun shot was heard and Jaguar voiced the code. It was a test, and they had passed. A lamp was lit by a stout, bald old man who led them into a chamber at the center of which stood an old wooden table. A chart detailing plans for the night invasion was laid at the feet of the lamp that stood on the old wooden table.

The eyes of all in the room widened in disbelief as the old man explained with his partly chopped off left middle finger the carefully mapped out dangerous offensive against the Basilica Amerula, where their master, nicknamed Sleeping Dragon, lay in chains.