Day One - Part 2

[Victor Wolfe]

Rain, Wolfe hated the rain, it always made his job harder. Rain would erase the footprints and other signs of movement that he would often rely on to track his targets, and if he could not find someone he could not kill them. That created problems for him as he prided himself on results.

Rain would also make it harder for him to use his natural skills, the mud would sink his feet in and prevent him from moving as quickly as he could, even to the point where he could pull muscles due to his ability to quickly accelerate. it also would weaken his vision creating a haze, making it much harder for him to spot the crucial weak points he would target to end fights as quickly as was humanly possible. If he could not assassinate an important target quickly then they could call for help, trapping him by blocking his planned escape route.

New problems for survival were also present, the rain could create the problem of hypothermia, if he got to soaked his internal temperature could drop, getting a cold in a survival game did not sound fun , it would also make cliffs more dangerous as the footing would be much more loose, something to keep in mind if he ever passes near one.

Looking to the sky Wolfe saw what appeared to be a rather large storm rolling in, perhaps it was time for Wolfe to find shelter before high winds and bone chilling cold push him into an early grave. " Imagine the irony in that combat having no part in my downfall, ended by a slight breeze." Wolfe laughed to himself. He noticed what looked to be shelter in the distance and headed towards it, hoping to avoid the worst of the weather.