“Magnum’s fifth blog”
We had a location, albeit, a vague one narrowed down to a town in the middle of nowhere. We were fully armed and armoured, and for once, able to take a lead and simply chase it down.
There was a good idea thrown out there that we could fly to our destination quicker than we could drive, so I arranged a private flight on the only available plane, a crop duster, and made a bee-line to the airport. On the way to the airport, I also booked us a rental car at the airport we were landing at so we could immediately get straight back onto the trail.
A bumpy flight lead to several people feeling fairly ill, myself included. I’ll have to ensure that I alway have some form of adequate transportation available in the future, because that flight was near on intolerable.
Touch down lead to a car ride which lead to a stop at the local police station. A flick of my FBI badge and my most charming smile saw possibly the most helpful officers in the state area rushing round to assist us in any way they could. They even dedicated an officer to watch for the IP address we tracked and let us know if this showed up again so we could get an accurate location.
In the mean time we headed to the local diner. Apparently, everybody, and I mean everybody, ends up there at some point. I flashed a photo of our Silver Fox and he was sort of recognised, and we were bid to wait for a particular waitress who served him, since she started her shift in half an hour.
When she arrived, she was able to give me some good info, suggesting that the Silver Fox had just bought a ranch nearby, and even though she couldn’t remember the exact one, my new friends at the local police station confirmed there had only been one sale in the recent past, and gave us the address.
We left the rental car at the diner with a message for the hire company and booked a taxi, and immediately headed to our destination.
It was clearly a large ranch, so Max headed to some of the enarest trees to climb up and get a lay of the land. While he saw movement, he didn’t recognise any of the people we were tracking. There was nowhere particularly appropriate for him to set up with his new rifle, so we moved down the driveway to get him closer to the shed where he could set up on the roof and keep an eye on us, with Kilo acting as his spotter.
Before we got all the way there, we saw two large canines, easily bigger than normal wolves, loping towards us. It was a sure fire bet these were werewolves as a wolf wouldn’t attack like that and their size and terrifying speed gave them away as well.
Luckily we were as prepared as wel could be for this and readied our guns for them to come into range. Max was able to take one down with two well placed shots, and the other managed to get into range to bite Jasper in the ankle before dying to the veritable hail of bullets that had come its way. And the loss of its head due to Kilo lopping it off with his katana.
The other one had somehow survived its grevious wounds and came charging towards us, perhaps to avenge its fallen comrade. This one had to survive more bullets, this time filled with silver. It didn’t.
This very quick exchange, coupled with the previous encounters with werewolves, highlighted that we really only have an advantage at range, and with superior numbers. Any other way of taking them on was considerably more likely to leave us dead.
Max and Kilo got on the roof of the shed and watched the rest of the area while Aldo and Ten took the front door of the house and Jasper and I took the back door of the same house. We came in through the kitchen and there was precious little in there other than a door going further into the house.
Moving cautiously through the door, we came face to face with guns…weilded by Ten and Aldo. Thankfully they didn’t fire on a whim. There was a cleverly hidden door in the stairs, obviously heading to a basement and the actual stairs heading up. Ten and Aldo quickly checked up there, determining nobody was home, but tow of the four beds up there were used, most likely by the werewolves we killed coming in.
Downstairs was dark. A light switch at the top of the stairs quickly provided the illumination that the two glow sticks I tossed down failed to provide.
We were in a huge basement, twice the size of a good sized lounge. A massive cage was on the back wall with a woman and a man in there. The man was chained up and straining to get to the woman, feral sounds issuing from his throat. He turned as we came in and revealed Max! The feral snarl that left him filled me with a dread I’d not felt before, and it was all I could do to not simply flee the room.
Jasper made a quick exit to go and grab Kilo and our other Max. The rest of us moved cautiously closer.
As we moved, Max grew in size and bulk and tore free of the chains, leaping onto the woman, obviously his sister, and tore her throat apart in one fell bite of his now massive jaws. Horror, revulsion and sadness hit me like a hammer blow and the only option we flet we had was to put Max down like the rabid dog he was acting like.
A hailstorm of bullets ripped into him, ending his life quickly. Hopefully he wasn’t in too much pain at the end. Unfortunately, we were too late to save the life of the beautiful young woman in the cell with him. All that was left was the necessary clean up.
There was a screen on the wall looknig over the cage that flicked to life as Max breathed his last. The Silver Fox himself. He bemoaned the loss of the one who was supposed to become his apprentice and new right hand man. He threatened us with violence and the loss of all we held dear for setting him back and the screen dide, just as he promised we hadn’t heard the last of him.
He was right…I’ll hunt him to the ends of the earth! I will find him again, and end his miserable life.
A phone call to the Corporation got us the clean up crew and our rides out of here. The whole time on the basement was difficult to focus on, and Jasper couldn’t, or wouldn’t, remember any of it. Perhaps the traumatic experience was too much. Regardless, one chapter closed, but it felt like several more were waiting to be opened.
Final addendum: Time to find some specialist body guard style protection as well.