TIME 22:45 LOCATION 3 Km south of Atlas

"Charges set." mutters a figure in a trench coat as he gets off his knees and takes two steps back before brandishing a detonator in his left hand as a blade slides out of the vambrace on his right forearm before clicking detonator.

*BOOM* the explosive charge goes off blowing a hole in the wall.

"KNOCK KNOCK GUESS WHO!" screams the unknown figure as he steps through the hole in the wall of the warehouse he just blew open.

"INTRUDER! KILL HIM!" responds an SDC guard alerting his fellow guards to the location of the intruder.

"Why do they never guess?" the figure in the trenchcoat complains to himself before activating his semblance and practically apearing right next to the guard before beheading him with his right armblade. turning to face a group of rushing guards the guy shrugs his trenchcoat off revealing molotov cocktails, a black skin tight long sleeve shirt with white and black vambraces, and a full face mask resembling that of a snarling wolf painted black with blood red eyes. "Hello my name er the only one i go by atleast is Ōkami, how about you guys?"

"SURRENDER NOW OR FACE SEVERE CONCEQUENCES."

"Well that is a mouth full of a name. Also i will never surrender." responds Ōkami as he draws his left hand gun and fires a round in less than a second through the throat of the closest guard killing him.

"OPEN FIRE" screams another guard in a panic as he procedes to empty his magazine in the general direction of Okami who dives behind a shipping crate.

"Why haven't the lights gone out yet?" wonders Ōkami.

*BOOM* an explosion rocks the compound as the generator for the place is blown apart.

"Never mind." comments Ōkami as the lights die and the guards all activate their flashlights. Ōkami nods to himself before launching a grappeling claw from his right vambrace into the ceiling of the warehouse before zipping up to it, and dropping onto the top of a nearby shelving unit before dropping on a lone unsuspecting guard knocking him unconscious with a thump before severing his spinal colum.

"Jefferson check out that noise." whispers the head guard as he looks around nervously.

"Y-Yes s-sir" stutters a nervous rookie guard.

"Charlie get on the comms and call for back up."

"Yes sir" whispers another, more experienced guard as he reaches for his radio.

"Fine, playtime is over." mutters Ōkami as he activates his semblance as the world around him appeared to enter slow-motion before dashing into the center of the guards and in 13 swift strokes beheaded all remaining guards. "Area clear, time to grab and go." Ōkami says into a short-range handheld radio, before starting to clean his blades.

"On my way." a voice responds over the radio. 30 seconds later a lumbering figure covered in blood, wearing what appeared to be full plate armour and the right half of a split white fang mask, wolf ears, and carrying a giant single-edged greatsword with what seemed to be boosters on the blunt edge.

"WOLFIE" screams Ōkami as he charges and jump tackles the armoured figure, doing the equivalent of a spit ball as the 206cm tall tank remains unfazed.

"Thanks but we have to load the truck and vacate the area." the juggernaut awkwardly says as he gently pushes Ōkami off his torso. "Also my name is Dreakor not wolfie."

"AWWWWWW" Ōkami groans theatrically as he reluctantly lets go and waddles over to the first skid they have to load into the semi-truck and sits on it. 30 minutes later the truck was full of dust, Ōkami climbs inside as Dreakor closes and locks up the door to the back of the truck and climbs into the cab and hotwires the vehicle before pulling out of the warehouse and barreling through the front gate into the night leaving behind a storage compound full of dead bodies.

TIME 03:12 LOCATION Subterranean Bunker 20 Km west of atlas

In one of two vhicle bays of a make-shift bunker rated for small grimm dug out under a small hill, Ōkami waits for a team of three fellow anti-SDC fighters to finish unloading the 18-wheeler full of dust Ōkami and Dreakor high-jacked from an SDC dust storage facility. Surrounding all four people is countless vehicle parts, tools, and casted metal they nick-named 'nuggets'.

"And that is 56 Kg of blast dust." says one of the three people helping at the bunker to Ōkami as the other two finish unloading the truck and start stripping the truck for parts and metal.

"Ok thanks Ramona. CELEBRATION TIME!" exclaims Ōkami as he jumps into the air and rushes into the main body of the bunker for food and drinks, followed shortly by Dreakor.

"what the hell is this? Someone go get Ōkami." a guy shouts from underneath the semi-truck, sending Ramona the person who counted all the dust scrambling for the door as he pulls a small round blinking device from the underside of the massive vehicle and wheels out on a creeper. Ōkami jogs in as the mechanic sits up and hands the device to Ōkami "I found that on the underside of the truck just now." he comments as Ōkami inspects the device that was far too small to be an explosive.

"is this a tra..." Ōkami cuts off as he realises what it is.

*BOOM* one of the garage doors is blown wide open as a breaching charge goes off on it sending shrapnel into the two mechanics killing them and sending Ōkami scrambling for cover protected from the shrapnel by the mechanic who found the tracking device. A team of huntsmen file in through the brand new hole in one of two garage doors, followed by a team of SDC guards who open the second door of the vehicle bay to let more troops file in faster.

"WELCOME TO MY HUMBLE ABODE!" exclaims a baffled Ōkami as he dashes into the corridor to the rest of the base alerting Dreakor and the other remaining occupant of the bunker to the intruders, slamming the old flimsy solid wood door behind him. "WE GOT COMPANY! ACTIVATE PLAN B...OOB heheh." Ōkami shouts to Dreakor before snickering as he runs onto the living room of the make-shift bunker. The living room had the dust that was just stolen scattered around the room along with three dust-powered military grade assault rifles leaning against one of three couches arranged around a small coffee table, with another corridor on the other side of the room. In one corner of the room there was a small make-shift kitchen with a microwave, a cooler filled with frozen foods.

"And what IS plan B then?" Dreakor responds unamused as he draws his greatsword.

"Lure them in and bring down the bunker on them." responds Ōkami with a child-like glee.

Dreakor nods approvingly before realising what Ōkami just said. "Wait, WHAT!"

Ōkami opens his mouth to respond but the sound of splintering wood cut him off. "SURRENDER YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR CRIMES OF ARMED-" the huntsman gets cut off as a hail of bullets begins to rain down on them from the end of the corridor.

"Thanks Ramona." Ōkami thanks the third occupant of the bunker as she blind fires an assault rifle down the hallway. "They were starting to annoy me."

"Get out of here i will detonate the explosives." Ramona orders as she caught onto Ōkami's plan.

"Are you sure." questions Ōkami with a pained look under his mask.

"Yes, NOW GO!" screams Ramona panicked as her assault rifle clicks empty, Ōkami and Dreakor run out the other door in the improvized bunker to another smaller vehicle bay as Ramona drops the assault rifle and draws her pistol before diving into cover behind a couch. Hearing a small metalic crash from the other vehicle bay as an armoured jeep drives out the rather flimsy, sheet-metal garage door and flees the area, hearing footsteps signaling that the huntsmen entered the main room of the makeshift bunker filled with crates of varying types of dust scattered around the room. Taking aim and pulling the trigger Ramona takes one last breath as the crate of blast dust she shot blew up triggering all the other dust surrounding it resulting in an explosion equivalent to a 1000-kilogram bomb, decimating the small hill and the five bullheads landed outside who were warming up their engines to chase the armoured car. Dreakor grips the steering wheel of the vehicle tighter, while wolf grips his mask in a fist staring at the front of it, his face emotionless, eyes dead as the full realisation sets in that he lost three close comrades.