Plan, for the van

The darkness of the night has finally been lifted by the soft orange of the morning light, but as it vanished so did the chaos.

Everywhere tired soldiers sat at barricades squinting their eyes over rifle sights and mounted guns, nothing, no more movement, it was almost like the sun scared away the Lycans.

Nicolas stood with Cunningham and Saria but for some reason he didn't feel tired, the only conclusion he had was Raphaela's drop of blood, it had some sort of magic to it... Or it might just be adrenaline.

Cunningham was on a satellite phone listening mostly, he then said thanks to whatever the person said and dropped it.

"We have a few new obstacles that will put us at a disadvantage" he said turning to them.

"Which is?" Saria asked, Nicolas noted she was also fresh looking, might be because she's a Wendigo.