The Apple, Never Far From The Tree

It had been so long since this snow had been crunched. Who's right is it to take the first footsteps into this undamaged ground?"

The Inquisitor was taking one hell of a risk being here, on the side of a mountaintop in what appeared to be the French Alps. Who was he to care however, he had effectively holidayed up to here during his FFL days, with a full set of military gear and the instinct to kill. Even now, in his full suit totally adjusted to his new found profession The Inquisitor still got vivid memories of being posted to guard the peaks of the alps with his company, prepared for anything...

Two gloved hands appeared from his coat pockets and moved directly towards his mask. Based directly on the concept of Zorro's famous mask but made out of reinforced kevlar, The Inquisitor very rarely moved this for comfort, let alone anything else. Before any second doubts the hands shot up to the mask and removed the latches to let the mask drop off.

Freedom.

He hesitantly moved his hands back towards his face, his long fingers quickly finding the trench lines that were the scars on his face. Before he had time to move his hands any further up his face he heard a crunch in the snow, a human crunch.

Certainly no fucking hikers around these parts..."

With the latches sealed again a masked man in France turned to face whatever was beneath him...