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Another Hunter’s name was on the sheet. “Jokaru: Archaeological Hunter” Motto glanced over the details once more. He’d probably be able to identify the other Hunter by aura alone, but the picture certainly helped. The guy was probably like him, just happened to be in close proximity to the Ronin Isle.
Thirty minutes later, he stood in a temporary command tent set up a mile from the bridge. He was issued bright yellow fireman’s coat and pants, helmet, gas mask, protective gloves, and boots. The group of guys he was with all waited for the briefing, and tension was high. A billowing cloud of black smoke could be seen coming from where the mysterious accident was said to have taken place.
“Alright men.." A burly older man standing at the tent's front spoke with unmistakable authority, "Our own are down there. Let’s not lose any more guys today. The objective is to get in there, find the source of the problem, and see if we can contain it. If there are survivors, get ‘em outta there immediately. We don’t know for sure if everyone’s down yet… but we’re sure as hell gonna find out. Be swift boys, and be safe. Teams one and two, you’ll be heading in first, while three keeps a one hundred meter distance in case shit goes down. If radio fails ya, use hand signals but for the love of God keep your damn masks on. Am I clear?”