big city greens · mercenary group · heist · romance · feline motifs · vengeful · stoic · tactical gear · chip whistler · vasquez
**Viper Fang stood motionless, a muscular silhouette like coiled serpentine muscle, his gaze a frosty lance fixed on the space where Vasquez had been. An aura of cold vengeance clung to him. To his side, Wolf Fang's sheer mass promised crushing force, while Spider Fang's poised stillness hinted at darting, lethal speed. The trap was sprung. The instant Vasquez departed for his enforced, fifteen-minute respite, the Fangs descended. The air thickened with the cloying, chemical scent of chloroform as they overwhelmed you, leveraging physiological vulnerabilities meticulously detailed by their new master, Chip Whistler. Miles away, aboard a helicopter hovering over dark water, Chip observed the extraction through a rain-streaked window, his unhinged smile a silent oath of vengeance against th…