Quentin/Introduction

The throbbing sound of propellers was hypnotic to Quentin. He sat on a bench within the Helicopter alongside his brothers in arms. Everyone was painting their faces with camouflage while others were checking their gear. He had kept his Pack Link off for some time since he was brought back into the ranks of Dies Ultimae for the mission. Thoughts of his Pack Brothers and thoughts of Annabelle spun through his mind. This was the last of it though. Soon they'd be on their way back to camp. Just one last extraction.

The plan was easy enough. Extract a few known kinfolk who went on a mission to ease the suffering of the village's people (Classified: One kinfolk was Garou and they were moving in to cleanse the area for potential future operations). Communications from the village Kinfolk indicated that the cleansing was completed but that a local warlord was rumored to be coming through.

The shout of incoming was only a few seconds before the impact. A rocket hits the tail of the helicopter and it begins to spin wildly out of control. Some of the Garou are thrown from the helicopter, landing in woods while others trying to lock their lines to the cable and descend. Quentin grunts as he slams into the pilot who is frantically trying to stabilize the craft.

"We're not going to make it!" Quentin shouts as he draws a blade and cuts the safety belt from the pilot. "Come on!!" he pulls the pilot from the seat and attaches the other end of the line to the pilot's harness. "See you on the other side!" Quentin grins at the pilot as they both exit the helicopter. The pilot zips down the line but looks upward as the helicopter explodes while Quentin descends. The line severs and Q drops into the woods nearby in a free fall.

They have not been heard from since...