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<-File Datestamp 1/12/02->
I picked a shred of cloth out of my fur, staring at the shards of the window glass under my pawpads. A few puddles of blood pooled around me. The human struggled on the floor. The impact of our fall through the window hadn't been strong enough to knock him out, just down. The silvered combat dagger he had been attacking with only seconds ago was sitting on the floor next to me. I pulled it out, careful to touch only the grip, then threw at a wall. With a cloud of plaster, it slid in to the hilt.
The human started to pull back, terror in his eyes. A werewolf ready for a fight is enough to scare the shit out of anyone.
Thin red lines opened and closed on my feet as glass crunched under my paws. A few drops of dark red blood dripped out while my skin sealed around the shallow cuts. I picked the human, wrapping my hands around his neck. The gurgling sound he made as he struggled to breath was quite satisfying. "Now, human, answer me," I growled, my muzzle only inches from his face. "Where is she?"
He struggled, trying to pry a few more breaths into his lungs. "Who?" I tightened my grip, hard enough for claws to puncture skin. "The girl. The one who was with me."
The human gasped and stopped fighting. No help here. I threw the fool to the side, a loud crunch echoing around the room. A second cloud of plaster floated through. "Back to the lab," I muttered to myself as I went to the door. "I've got to get her out of that hell hole. I hope you hunters-"
"We're not hunters," the man moaned. I turned from the door, more than a little surprised. Halfway through the wall, this human was already on his way back to the world of the aware. He'd have to thank the fates that I didn't kill him. "We're not killers. We just do what we need to do."
I sighed and looked back at the door. "Just what you needed to do?" I mumbled. "You had to torture us? You had to cage us?" My voice became a roar. "Why didn't you go and kill us while you were at it?"
With that, I slammed the door slammed behind me; a smooth punch took out some of the room's scaffolding. The resulting building collapse was a enough good trap - I wouldn't kill anybody, not in cold blood, but I didn't want that guy running for help.
A half built window at the end of the hall was a good escape. And the lab was close.
I ducked behind a wall, giving the entrance a quick glance. Too many guards, too many lights, too many cameras. There was no way I could get in that way, not without raising an alarm.
But there is always more than one way to skin a cat, I thought, immediately regretting it. I had to hurry before anything happened to her.
I backed away from my cover, measuring the wall. Smooth cement was my guess, maybe thirty feet. Impossible to climb, but that wouldn't be a problem.
Many things are considered impossible. But they aren't. They just aren't easy. Almost anything can be done, as long as you are strong enough. An expert would tell you the wall in front of me was too smooth and too tall to climb, but without any other choice, he would be able to make it. But, for me, there was another choice.
I ran at the wall, full speed. The conversion from horizontal momentum to vertical was perfect, not even a gap in the clicking of my claws. I ran up the wall, falling to all fours, pressing my muzzle close to the cement, clean stone under my paws better than the rough feel of the cement. Wind rushed in and out of my lungs. Muscles stretched and burned, not only in my legs, but in my back and sides. Unfamiliar tendons twanged. Before my eyes, dull boring grey flashed past. Then a flash of pure white, and the endless sea of lights were in view. The city, seen from inside.
To do the impossible... only required determination; the fire that burned the soul. A great deal of training helped.
I landed hard, bringing up a small cloud of roofing dust. My breathing ragged, I stayed on one knee, waiting. The crunching sound of scattered gravel brought me to my paws. Three humans, automatics already loaded, were running toward me. A few shots rang off the roof. I dropped down behind a nearby chimney, bullets spraying around me, the sound of shattering brick right behind me.
The rain of bullets stopped. "Subject 'Fenrir'. Set out with in human form with your hands up. Don't make any sudden moves," a female voice muttered.
I was cornered by a larger, better armed force. If one of them got a good shot... I didn't have much of a chance. So I let my anger take over. And after all these humans did to me, there was enough anger to spread around.
I took a few steps back, then jumped above the chimney, through a billowing cloud of acrid black smoke, letting lose a snarl. A few bullets shot thin trails around me, spraying spirals into the smoke. My right arm already set for a strike, I hit the ground on legs well suited for long falls.
I swung at the nearest human. He ducked, so I followed through, jumping into a roundhouse kick. My footpaw smashed into the side of his head, near the temple. His torso twisted with the blow, spinning him around before he crashed into the tiles of the roof.
I dropped to all fours reflexively as few more bullets flew past. I picked up the downed human's gun as I stood, turning to face my remaining foes. A series of empty clicks was all that came from one gun, but the other spat out one more shot before it was left without ammo. One last muzzle flash ended with a wet thud as a blast went through my shoulder, twisting me to the side. I pulled myself behind a roof access door as the humans hide themselves. I sat down, the gun I had just grabbed sitting next to me.
The wound was bloody. I groaned softly as I stuck a claw in, checking the injury. The bullet went straight in, missing my shoulder and arm bones. I gritted my teeth and picked it out, wincing as I took metal from flesh. The bullet chimed as it landed on cement, coated in dark red.
Without the shell in the way, my body had already begun to stitch muscle and tissue together. I ignored the process, trying to clear the pain from my mind. Instead, I turned my attention to the gun.
It was an UZI, not a new model. But modifications like an extended clip and improved sight showed that whoever equipped these guns knew what he or she was doing. I clicked open the clip and pulled it off. Three shots. I sighed and slid the clip back in, shutting my eyes.
"I've got him," the male voice uttered mere feet to my left.
Footsteps came in from my right. "Look's like he's out." The female - she was higher ranking one.
"Should we kill him?"
"Probably not. He's worth more dead than alive." The woman was walking closer. "But I'd feel a lot safer with that gun away from him."
She was close. And I knew where. I shot my eyes open and pulled the gun at her, pulling the trigger for a snapshot as I rolled to the left. She flew back, landing loudly on a metal sheet.
The final man let off a few bullets, firing wildly. I ran at him, ignoring the searing pain of a few close misses.
It was a clean hit - I didn't use my claws - swiping his legs out from under him. He flipped around before his head smacked against vent. Another one down.
I pulled myself out of my fighting stance and stood up straight, dropping the empty UZI. Then it was time to check my opponents.
Their clothing I recognized - the same security outfit I'd dealt with in the lab. But the body armor they were wearing was a new problem.
The first man - the one whose head had just broken through ductwork- was still breathing, although he wouldn't be happy about that in the morning. The other male was alive, but down and out.
The woman wasn't. The bullet proof vest she wore had stopped all but the force of the impact. It had been enough to knock the wind out of her, but she was already struggling to get up.
I ripped the gun from her hands, leveling it at her face. "Look, human. There are two options here. You either tell me what I want to know, or I blow your face all over this building. Nod if you understand." She did so, furiously.
"Good girl. Now, where is she?"
"Who-?" The click of a saftey going on and off immediately answered her question. "She's in the Epsilon lab, observation room."
"Very well done. How is it guarded?"
"It doesn't matter. You won't make it there," she said, confidence in her voice. She was reaching for her sidearm, slowly.
I fired a shot between her hand and the pistol. It scared her enough to pull the offending limb away. "Bad girl, no biscuit. As for making it, that's for me to decide. Where's the lab?"
"Directly below us. Second basement," she murmered.
"Very good. Too bad I can't housetrain you, or I'd want to take you home." I threw the UZI off the roof and barreled past the woman, snatching the gun out of it's holster as I passed and hitting her with my footpaw once I did. Not enough to keep her down long, but maybe long enough.
I hit -
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<-CASE analysis:
Increased healing ability verified visually. Limits defined.
Strength of 'Fenrir' incredible. This animal can do things humanly impossible.
Intelligent tactics displayed, including the use of a trap and questioning a disabled enemy.
Strong disable-not-kill mentalities.
First record of gun use->
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