The Pack

The Pack

Team Designation: The Pack

Threat Level: Gamma

Expanded Membership Details:

T.Wolf

T. Wolf (350 points)
[Hunts only as a team]

Chihuahua

Chihuahua (350 points)
[Hunts only as a team]

Moon Doggie

Moon Doggie (350 points)
[Hunts only as a team]

Mutt

Mutt (350 points)
[Hunts only as a team]

Vixen

Vixen (350 points)
[Hunts only as a team]

 

Major Adversaries:

Mexican Police

Sanction

 

Base of Operations:

Southwest United States and Mexico

 

Membership
T. Wolf (Team Leader)
Chihuahua
Moon Doggie
Mutt
Vixen
Background
Somewhere in Death Valley

The overhead fans struggled to keep the desert heat from up setting the delicate machines within the secret laboratory. A sweating man paced before five large tanks holding four men and a lone girl. A strange smile passed over the man's face.

"Ahh, how they laughed," said the man. "But they never understood the genius of Doctor Harry Lipshitz. Called me mad they did," the man ranted. "Now I'll prove them all wrong." he said.

The man paced in front of the first tank. Inside is a short man of obvious Hispanic ancestry. This man like the others floated in a slightly glowing fluid. A mask and a hose provide the unconscious man oxygen. Stamped at the base of the tank was a plaque that read "Test Subject #1". And below the plaque was a screen which read out the man's vital signs. The other tanks had similar readouts and plaques.

Doctor Lipshitz then moved to the next tank. Inside was a large man of almost grotesque proportions. His arms almost reached to his ankles. The fluid in the tank was a little darker than the rest. A few bubbles floated from the back of the behemoth and float towards the lid of the tank. Grimacing Doctor Lipshitz noted the man's vitals before moving on.

In the next tank floated a man of extremely powerful proportions. This man is the ultimate result of Doctor Lipshitz experiments on alerting human DNA. The man was no longer human. Instead of a normal human head and face the muzzle of wolf looked out from the tank. Inordinate pride swelled in Doctor Lipshitz in his accomplishments.

Doctor Lipshitz thought back to where he originally met these three Mexicans. Ah yes it was at a roadside bar just outside of Mexico City. The three bikers were really into their drinks, and barely noticed the slightly built American. Until it was too late. Doctor Lipshitz had secretly drugged their beer, and when they stumbled out of the bar he snuck behind them and shot all three with a tranquilizer dart. Then it was child's play to get them here. Snapping back to the present Doctor Lipshitz moved on to the next tank.

Floating in the next tank was also a man, but this one was not a Mexican. Long lanky blond hair gently floated in the fluid of the tank. Doctor Lipshitz took a moment to think about Test Subject #4. The man was a surfer at the time living in San Diego. One night, he had gone surfing by moon light. By himself. The man never even saw Doctor Lipshitz when he finally came out of the water. There was an ironic look on his face when the dart hit him in the chest. Silently congratulating himself on his skill with the dart gun Doctor Lipshitz moved on to the last tank.

It was hard for Doctor Lipshitz to look into the last tank. Test Subject #5 was a female. Her fiery red hair seemed to wave at him in the surrounding fluid. Doctor Lipshitz felt his heart beating faster upon looking at the girl with her heart shaped face and her pouting lips. He felt his gaze travel up and down the girl's body, seeing her perfect feet, her graceful legs, her ample bosom, her delicate hands. With a groan Doctor Lipshitz averted his gaze.

Then he noticed the puddle of liquid at the base of Test Subject #3. With an oath Doctor Lipshitz came back to stand in front of the tank. The test subject floated in his tank oblivious to the angry doctor. With a shrung and a sigh Doctor Lipshitz turned to go to the broom closet to get a mop and a bucket to clean up the mess.

It was while he was in the broom closet that Doctor Lipshitz heard the crash. In a startled shock Doctor Lipshitz rushed back out. The tank of Test Subject #4 had shattered. And lying at the base of the tank covered by slime was the body of Test Subject #4. Doctor Lipshitz then started looking for his gun. Then he heard the growl, and only had time to turn towards the test subject before the man was on him tearing out his throat. Dying, Doctor Henry Lipshitz, thought about maybe what he had done wasn't so smart.
Area of Operations
Southwest United States and Mexico.
Goals
The goals of the Pack are very simple; to cause as much chaos as possible and have fun while doing it. T. Wolf has very little respect for authority and trashing on people in authority is his favorite past time. And if the Pack can get rich along the way so much the better.
Reputation
The Pack is not considered a serious threat by most American law-enforcement agencies. They've been known criss-cross the border with practical immunity. While the border guard have tried to stop them they've been unsuccessful to date. South of the border the federales take a dimmer view of the Pack and have on numerous occasions sent out army units to take on the Pack, who always fade away into the desert before they can be cornered.