Arctic Wolf slams against the wall, blood over her teeth and mouth, some of it hers, some of it not. She falls to the floor, breathing hard as the figure stands before her, tall and ready for the kill. She gets to all fours, baring her teeth as she grabs a near by pipe, bringing it up with a war cry. He dodges the pipe, and she advances, her movements sloppy and her thoughts focused on one thing for the time being until she can regroup.

Survival.

She sits alone, still staying focused even if it's been three days. Duke hates seeing her like this. He's happy he isn't Storm Shadow, who has been moved there to prevent further contact and provide protection. He has to sit just next door while she's alone, probably starving and near crazy from lack of interaction. Her dark hair is tangled from her work outs, the only time he's seen her move in the last twenty four hours after the recordings were left for her to find. She refused to answer questions about the recorded messages, so they have almost nothing to go on as to who they're battling.

Snake Eyes opens the door, ready to take next shift of watch with Lady Jaye. Duke kicks Roadblock, who's dozing off again. Block wakes up, standing and stretching a bit. Jaye takes his seat, already keeping a close eye on her side of the cameras. Duke takes the last twenty four hours to review. "I'll make sure we didn't miss anything... Nevermind, Mouse will."

Jaye stands up, looking intently at one of the cameras, one near enough to be a threat. Duke and Roadblock go out in the hall. Jaye follows them, and when they don't make it between one camera and the next, she points it out to Snake Eyes. "Duke and Block were right here, now they aren't. Where could they have possibly gone?" Snake Eyes points out a few cameras to which direction they might have gone. "Okay, I checked those too, but they weren't the way those guys were going. Is there anywhere for them to hide there?"

Jaye leaves to go look at the corner of the cameras, making sure she can stay in contact with Snakes. He looks closely at the cameras, examining every detail before his eyes widen in his helmet. He runs out of the room, looking for Jaye. He goes to the corner where a room locked from the outside and made of serious steel resides. It's a place for prisoners who have to have a close eye kept. He opens the door, finding more than three people knocked out.

He's pushed inside and the door closes behind him, clicking with a note of finality.

"Good, Headshot," Wind Rider coos as Headshot kills another Joe from his sniping point, though Rider is near a mile away from him. "Keep going." Rider feels he should have terrible feelings for making the poor man's mind crack. He was much easier than Hothead and Cutter, both of which have just a snip of humanity left in them. One that will be cut very soon after he returns to them. But Rider only feels indifference and glee about it. Indifference that he doesn't feel bad, and glee that he has his own little drone. "Keep killing. The hunt has begun."

Wolf opens her eyes as she hears a shot. Then another. Then another. She counts to five before she gets up, banging on the door hard enough that her knuckles scrape. Storm Shadow opens it, and she walks past him. "He's back again." She sees a selection on Storm Shadow's bed and welcomes herself to it, grabbing only two things. A blunt weapon and a katana. The katana feels balanced in her hand, and she sheathes it again, holding it in one hand. "Thank you."

"Where are you going?"

"To find him. He wants to play hide and seek, fine." She sees a blood streak on the floor, and goes that way. "Rider isn't afraid of me, but he thinks I am afraid of him. He's almost right." She slips the strap of the katana over her head, holding the blunt weapon at the ready. Wolf can hear Storm Shadow behind her, following her closely. She stops as the blood trail comes to an end.

"Is that good?" he asks behind her.

"Not at all. It means we went the wrong way and someone else is bleeding out," Wolf replies, turning back around. "You'll know when this is over, I assure you." She looks down another hall, steel eyes narrowing as she catches another blood trail farther away. "Here."

Rider drops the body as he takes all of the blood from it. He takes another jug, opening the cap just a little bit so it'll trickle as he climbs back into the vents, going into another room where he last left off. He leaves a trail of blood down the hall again, knowing exactly where Wolf is at in the moment. He has plenty of time before she can find him. He goes down another hall, knowing full well what she'll find in the room at the end, leaving splatters all over it with a smirk before walking back, making sure to not step in the blood.

He moves down another hall easily, the blood dripping behind him to the door where the Joes were kept. He's already had Headshot move Duke, Lady Jaye, Snake Eyes, and Flint, but left Roadblock and Scarlett in there alive. Well, Roadblock is very much alive, he reminds himself. Arctic Wolf won't make it the girl in time. A smile slips over his lips, and he retracts his steps to another hallway.

Rider dumps the rest of the blood on the door of another hallway. He goes inside, the hall already covered and littered with blood. His own little palace in a land of trails of red. He lightly touches his fingers to the wall, looking ahead of him at where Ripcord is standing, balancing on a milk crate with a noose around his neck. "You're still alive? I'm amazed." He takes them back, licking at the blood though it stains his finger red. "Don't worry. I made a promise, and a promise I'll keep."

Wolf trails down the hallway, Storm Shadow still a bit behind her. They've been walking for around an hour, following every trail Rider has left for them. Storm is getting frustrated with her because they'll find another trail only to continue with the other one they're already on. "For a wolf, you're not getting anywhere."

Arctic Wolf grabs his arm as he slips, holding him up. "For a shadow, you're not very quiet," she says, her voice barely heard by the other. "And we are getting somewhere. You didn't grow up with him, did you? Didn't think so." She comes upon a door painted in crimson, and walks forward. "Go back and follow another trail. I'll catch up soon enough."

"Why?"

"Believe me. What's on the other side of this door is for me to see." He doesn't move, and Wolf opens the door anyway. She won't tell him twice. She finds she's right, and she's surrounded by people all around twelve and thirteen, some are fourteen. Next to them is an adult lying dead. All of them have mixed reactions, and Wolf knows what happened to the crazier ones, the ones bridging insanity. "He is truly a twisted man."

"Who are these people?" Storm Shadow asks. He doesn't like seeing all these children like they are in the photographs, all of them with horror and grief in their expression. He doesn't show it though.

"Classmates, I suppose. Brother and sisters in arms," Wolf replies. "We were all born around the same time, all injected with the serum at birth. Some of these people I knew, some of them I only saw in passing. Some of them, I had to kill to become who I am... Others were too pitiful and became civilians who give up their children to the Family for training if they're seen to be fit enough for the program." Her hand goes to one of a girl smiling, her head cocked to the side. "This one is me."

Storm Shadow looks at the picture, comparing the two. "You certainly have changed."

"Thank you." She turns, prepared to leave the room when she sees another picture. She's smiling and a woman is crouching down, kissing her cheek. "He's one bastard." She takes the katana from its sheath and cuts the picture, drawing a huge X over the younger version's face. Then her anger gets the better of her, seeing all of these things. She turns around and destroys the rest of them, leaving almost nothing behind.

Storm Shadow is silent through the whole ordeal. He watches her, taking in her every movement and breath. She's angry, he takes that in and digests it. Something she rarely ever is. It sinks in just how dark her past might be, just what she might have been forced to do and how easily it is for this Wind Rider son of a bitch to use all of it against her. He grabs her arm when she intends to strike again, and she whirls fast enough to break his grip.

Wolf takes a moment to gather where she is. She takes a collective breath, inhaling and exhaling with her eyes closed before standing up straight and sheathing the blade. Leading the way, Storm Shadow exits the room, keeping his eyes off the picture on the door with the little girl and the woman. Wolf doesn't realize how much she appreciates it until she's out of the room, closing the door behind the both of them and taking the lead again. If she were to have a pack of Joes, Storm would be on it for sure.

She follows the trail again, and Storm Shadow gets a bad feeling. "We're near the security room," he says in a low voice. Wolf speeds up, following the path a bit more intently and a bit more excited. She'd love to see what he has planned for her at the moment. Wolf almost hopes for a second the path does lead to the security room, but it leads to somewhere a bit more interesting.

She pulls out the blunt weapon, holding it at the ready as Storm Shadow prepares to open the door. He nods once and opens it, flinging it wide. Wolf watches as Snake Eyes comes out of the room with a bloody Scarlett in his arms. Wolf keeps her eyes on the redhead, her own eyes still open. "It is never worthy a death without saving lives, Scarlett. But you have died in a way I respect." Wolf closes the woman's eyes. "I'm sorry. We will have to leave her behind somewhere. She'll be nuisance, and I'd rather give her family something to bury."

Storm Shadow takes the woman in his arms, carrying her to the room with cameras. Wolf can see now there's only one path. She looks at Snake Eyes and Storm Shadow. "I only require one of you, and even then it's to save whoever is hostage. Wind Rider and I are best to left alone when dealing with one another." Snake Eyes looks at his sword brother and nods. Wolf begins walking away, the white ninja following as the black ninja tends to Scarlett.

The path is easy from there, and Arctic Wolf is feeling the thrill that comes with being in the hunt, especially for your enemy.