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Team 7 walked into the large, sterile room of the Expedition Army's headquarters, their boots echoing on the polished floor. The mission was over. They had returned from the border, victorious, though no one seemed overly pleased about it.

Barseagle, the captain, stood at the front, his expression serious as he saluted the higher-ranking officers in the room. His towering figure cast a shadow across the cold metal walls. He didn't waste time with pleasantries; he got straight to the point.

"We've completed the mission," Barseagle began. "Four werewolves taken down. One True Werewolf, three Lesser Werewolves." He paused, his voice steady. "Mission was a success."

The room fell silent. The high-ranking officers, who had been sitting at a long table, exchanged glances. Their eyes narrowed with concern, clearly not satisfied with just the success of the mission. They had bigger questions on their minds.

One officer leaned forward, his fingers tapping on the table. "Barseagle," he said, his voice clipped, "What was the motive behind these werewolves invading so deep into our territory?"

Barseagle raised an eyebrow. "We didn't find anything to indicate their specific goal, sir. They were just… there."

Another officer, a woman with sharp features, shook her head. "That's not enough. The True Werewolf didn't just wander in by mistake. There has to be more to it."

The officers nodded in agreement, the tension in the air thickening.

"I'll tell you what I think," a third officer, with a gruff voice, said. "It's obvious. They're planning something bigger. I believe they were trying to scout out weaknesses in our defenses. Testing us."

"That's a possibility," said the fourth officer, the oldest of them all, his graying hair and deep-set eyes giving him a look of experience. "But what if they were after something specific? There have been rumors of ancient artifacts hidden near the border. Werewolves are known to covet powerful relics."

Barseagle's eyes flickered for a moment, but he remained calm. "Could be. Or maybe they're gearing up for an invasion. Maybe they wanted to draw us out, make us think they were only a small threat."

The officers exchanged more looks, the scale of their assumptions hanging in the air. Finally, the woman officer spoke again.

"And what if they're just getting desperate?" she suggested, her tone quiet but urgent. "Maybe they know something we don't. Perhaps they've lost their territory and are coming to take ours."

"Either way, this isn't the last time we'll see them," Barseagle said. "We'll be ready."

The officers nodded, satisfied for the moment. Their faces looked grim, but in the end, it was what they needed to hear. Barseagle sighed, his hands clasped behind his back, waiting for their next words.

One officer broke the silence, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Well, regardless of what those werewolves were up to, it seems like your team did a good job. You've earned a reward."

Barseagle's lips curved into a smile. "Thank you, sir."

The officer handed over a small, glowing card. "10,000 contribution points. Fifty percent goes to you, thirty percent to Ian, and the remaining twenty percent to the others. Based of their performance, of course."

Barseagle's grin widened. He wasn't one to show excitement, but even he couldn't hide his pleasure at the reward.

"Good work, team," he said, turning to the others who had been standing at attention. "This is a good haul."

Ian, standing just behind Barseagle, looked down at the points. He looks like a huge unmoved statue, nearly towering over everyone else, and his expression softened. "I guess that means I did something right today."

Daniel raised an eyebrow. "Does that mean I get a full 20 percent?"

Kate snorted, elbowing Daniel in the ribs. "More like 5 percent if you keep standing like a statue during missions."

Liz chuckled, shaking her head. "Hey, as long as I'm getting my points, I don't mind."

Ian leaned over to Kate, grinning. "Just make sure you don't try to steal my 30 percent. You're not that tall."

Kate rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. "I'll take the 20 percent if you can't handle your share, Ian."

The whole team broke out into laughter.

Barseagle couldn't help but chuckle too, shaking his head. "You guys are something else."

...

Ian walked into the large, dimly lit treasury room. The air smelled like old wood and metal, and the walls were lined with shelves, each one filled with all sorts of gear and supplies. His eyes scanned the shelves, his mind already working through what he needed most. The 30 percent of the reward points in his pocket were burning a hole in his mind, and he was ready to spend them.

He approached the counter where an officer stood, glancing up at Ian with a neutral expression. "What can I get you?"

Ian grinned, placing his hands on the counter. "I need the basics. Potions, insect repellent, and maybe something... a little extra."

The officer nodded, pulling out a list and tapping it with a pen. "Potion of healing, one hundred points. Insect repellent, fifty points. Sound Shield, three hundred points."

Ian thought for a moment. The potions and repellent were obvious choices. He could never be too careful in the wilds. But the Sound Shield? He wasn't entirely sure what it did, but the name sounded cool enough to catch his attention.

He tapped the counter with his fingers. "Give me the potions, the repellent, and... yeah, let's go with the Sound Shield too."

The officer quickly added everything up. "That'll be four hundred and fifty points."

Ian nodded, reaching into his pouch and handing over the points card. "Done. What's left?"

The officer quickly punched a few numbers into the system. "You've got 1,550 points left, Ian."

Ian raised an eyebrow, looking at the officer with a half-smile. "Alright, I guess I don't need anything else for now. Thanks."

With the items in hand, Ian left the treasury, feeling like he had made some smart choices. As he stepped outside, the bright afternoon sun hit him in the face. He squinted, shielding his eyes. The rest of the team was out, probably enjoying their own rewards, but Ian wasn't interested in hanging around. He was more focused on getting back to the temporary camp.

Ian returned to the temporary camp of the Expedition Army. He walked past the large wooden structures where most of the teams were staying, his destination clear: Team 7's wooden house. The place was quiet when he stepped inside, the faint sound of birds outside the window.

The wooden house was simple, but it felt like home to him now. He went straight to his personal room, closing the door behind him with a sigh. It was time to clean up. The room was a bit of a mess—clothes and gear were scattered around, and his bed was half-made.