Almost the Last Train to Clarksville

Mission Report: Clarksville TN
 
We arrived in Clarksville, with just a small part of our regular team. Axion, myself, Night Owl, and a Blaster Agent.
Spencer, our contact in Clarksville, needs more training. He had no helpful intelligence of the situation we were going into.
 
REA team 2 disappeared into Clarksville with no external communication of what happened to them.
 
Night Owl takes to the air and informs us that there are indeed ‘supers’ in Clarksville. I hear shots fired and it peppers the wall behind Night Owl. Axiom does his normal thing and goes to ground, but at least he gives us fairly good intel.
 
Fred and I bust through the door, he goes right, after I went left. Maybe, I should have gone right and ‘left’ it all alone.
 
I get almost to the corner when a chick with this long glowing blade, and not one that looked like a light saber, but more like an overgrown meat cleaver leaps at me and takes a swing. Luckily, my training kicked in, and I blocked her attack with my staff.
 
I swing back at her and of course, miss. You’d think that with all the training I had, I could hit the ‘Broad’ side of a barn, but no. This Broad ducked and blocked with her sword so that the business end of my rod went past her.
 
Suddenly, there is this big hairy thing in front of me. It looked like a small grizzly bear in a two-piece business suit. About the only business on this brute’s mind was eviscerating me with his claws. He swings twice and I’m off balance from my jab at the sword lady and his claws rip through my armor like it was butter.
 
I collapse to the ground and play dead, well, I hope I’m just playing dead. I don’t really hear much else of what is going on, as the blood is pounding in my ears as I do my best to hold my guts inside me, rather than all over the ground around me.
 
I wake up later in the med bay of the local IERA base. My whole body hurts.
 
I find out that Axiom and Night Owl were defeated also. That Grizzly thing will have to pay for killing Fred…
 
At least, I’m better off then Fred, who’s dead…