*Returning From The Mission - OTA*
*As the jeep drew into the compound, Victor couldn't help but feel a little sheepish, not to mention irritated and put-out. Not only had he been well and truly beaten by a girl - a girl he'd had to share a vehicle with all the way back to the base - but if it weren't for Laura's timely intervention, he would probably have been killed, and he knew it. It made him think. He remained uncharacteristically silent on the trip back, scowling at the jeep's other occupants as they parked up and climbed out, Laura heading off to debrief Stryker as he stomped across the cracked and broken tarmac towards his room. His clothes were torn from where Rahne's claws had shredded them, and he was covered in dried and frozen blood - his own. His wounds may have healed up, but his clothes were still stained crimson.*