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"You bastard!! I lost four good men because your information was unreliable!" Red Leader Jason Korvick shouted as he shoved the man in front of him into the wall and lifted him up by his off-white T-shirt. Jason was a rather intimidating man and an even more intimidating Nightbane. Now in his Facade he still towered above the intelligence officer at a staggering six feet five inches and his well toned and built body filled out his frame impressively. He wore his brown hair short in a military high and tight and he wore pitch black combat gear consisting of pants, vest strapped with grenades, combat knife, and ammo, and combat boots. He glared down at the man with piercing brown eyes while he looked up at Jason trembling with his own green ones.

"I-I'm sorry sir, I got the information from a reliable source!" the intel officer squeaked as Jason's grip tightened.

"Sorry! Sorry doesn't bring back the men I lost cause you told us there was a Night Prince there and we ended up getting our asses handed to us by an Avatar!"

The intel officer became visibly more shaken upon hearing this and continued to squirm in Jason's grip. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to look at Blue Leader Kyle Summers. "Come on Red, let him go. This was likely a set up. The informant probably didn't know he was giving bad info. Ruffing him up isn't going to bring back Grant and the others," Kyle said softly, but sternly. Kyle wasn't a big man by Jason's standards, but he was big enough at five ten and two hundred sixty-two pounds. He too was well built from years of fighting and was enhanced by his supernatural nature. His gear was similar to Jason's, but his face wasn't as stern with softer lines framing his face and light blue eyes complemented by blonde hair.

"Tch, fine," Jason growled dropping the intelligence officer and telling him to "beat it" before he changed his mind.