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Wolfie Steel.

Assassin/Bodyguard for hire.

Written by Vinnie Van Daz.

A/N: My continued thanks go to Linkin Doberman and kashito91, for agreeing to allow me to use their characters in my humble story.

The character of Linkin Doberman appears with the kind permission of the fur himself, LINKIN DOBERMAN, the character of Matt Bond appears with the kind permission of kashito91, please do not annoy them by using their characters without their permission, the same goes for the rest of the characters as they are owned by me and again should not be used without my permission.

A/N additional: I would like to thank a mysterious contributor just solely known as no87, for their help in the writing of this chapter. Yes, I know who it is, but I have been asked not to reveal their true identity yet, so I hear and obey.

WARNING!!!!

As this story contains references and scenes of a homosexual nature, if you are not old enough to read such literature in your country, then DON'T. If you are not old enough and read it anyway and get caught, I will deny all knowledge. With that warning given, to the rest of you I say ENJOY!

Chapter 18.

January 26th 2009, the yacht Linkin's Pride, docks back at her London Docklands berth, on board are Captain Strike, the head of yacht security, his lover and partner Sergeant Iron, Senior Linkin Doberman with his new love interest, aka Wolverine Steel, Matt Bond along with his romantic interest Ms Jane Stanton, Todd Styles, and last but by no means least me Wolfern 'Wolfie' Stone-Steel with my significant other half Anthony 'Tony' Stone-Steel.

Even though there had been no alcohol consumed for at least two days, some of us were still suffering the ravages of booze, I'm not going to go into much detail, suffice to say that one silver furred 6'2" wolf and the only Doberman on board, would probably be booking themselves into a drying out clinic as soon as they were able to leave the yacht.

Meanwhile, at a military hardware store across the other side of London, the door opens allowing the bell to ring to announce the arrival of another customer, behind the counter stands Dale, one of the now happily retired Tiger mercs, he is polishing the barrel of an M16 machine gun, the feline smelling strongly of gun oil, he looks up towards the customer and notices that he is a dashing Arctic Wolf, with silver fur and deep grey eyes, the tiger gulps nervously as he puts on his friendly customer relation smile and acknowledges the wolf's existence.

"G.good mor..ning sir, hh..ow mmmay I be of ass...ista...nce?".

The wolf smiles at Dale, and chuckles as he leans across the counter and places a gentle paw behind the shaking tigers head and pulls him closer, the wolf now places a kiss on the tigers muzzle and then speaks

"Now that all depends, you see I know for a fact that you have a very dashing twin brother, so I was kind of hoping that the three of us could have a little bite to eat, you know a sandwich, a three-way sandwich at that"

The wolf winks at Dale, causing the tiger to blush profusely, there is a slight cough heard from inside the storeroom as Mike enters the main shop, the wolf sees Mike who begins to adjust the tent that has formed in his trousers, he fails miserably as he sees his twin brother shaking like a cub with the gorgeous silver furred wolf looking amorously at Dale. The wolf now laughs and kisses both tigers full on the muzzles, their tongues briefly intertwining, the wolf then breaks the kiss and he makes his way over the counter, his ass sliding over the wood and glass top as he is pulled by two lusty tigers, the wolf then huddles up to the two shocked tigers, and plants a deeper kiss on each of their muzzles, then speaks again.

"My contacts were right about your exquisite........customer service, now let's just see how much better I can make it".

The wolf now squeezes both tigers asses with his paw as they walk into the storeroom.

Once inside the storeroom, the door is closed and a three-way sandwich ensues. The three-way sex session comes to an end shortly after as Mike pulls his heavily engorged cock from the wolf's ass with a slurp, whilst breathing heavily, Mike speaks.

"That was absolutely fucking amazing, but I think we are going to need to get some air, cos unless it's me, it seems to be getting a little on the warm side in here, do you notice that to Dale?"

"Well Mike, now that you mention it, I do feel a little warm".

Mike spots a dripping faucet and begins to suck greedily on it, like a cub would do when suckling from it's mother, the water was doing nothing to quench his thirst. Mike suddenly collapses to the floor like a rag doll, leaving a quivering Dale to look on in horror, watching his brother's limp body fall to the floor. The wolf now snaps the top of his rings shut which brings Dale out of his horror and back to reality, what Dale doesn't know is that concealed within these rings are two deadly needles. Within seconds, Dale joins his brother lying on the floor, dead, with the tigers out of the way, the wolf now heads to his second objective, namely Commander Michael T Nash, owner of Nash's Military Hardware store.

The wolf knocks down Nash's office door and enters the room, he pulls a Walther PPK handgun from the inside pocket of his overcoat and trains it point blank at Nash's head. The wolf now has Nash's complete attention, and he takes out a cell phone, he hands the phone to the owner and speaks.

"You know two furs that I'm looking for, their names are Wolfie Steel and Tony Steel, now, I would like you to call them please, and ask them to come and help their three........unfortunate friends".

Nash looks at the wolf with a nervous but innocent smile upon his face and replies.

"Sir, I own a military hardware store, all I have is lots of lead, if you want steel, I can recommend the oriental weapons shop just down the street".

The wolf now looks at Nash with a more serious look and snaps Nash's bone in his left arm rendering it broken and useless.

"Come now Mr Nash, don't try my patience, I know that you know who I'm talking about, now CALL them".

Nash looks up again, and through the pain of his broken limb speaks again.

"Kiss my furry ass, and whilst your down there, you might want to wipe it for me, as at the moment I seem to be unable, owing to the fact that my wiping arm is....out of action ".

"As inviting as that offer may be Mr Nash, I believe in business before pleasure".

The wolf now places his paw on Nash's right arm and with a forceful twist Nash's right arm is now broken, the wolf now insists again that Nash makes the call, but again Nash refuses, earning him a broken left leg, the wolf is about to insist again when suddenly Nash's own cell phone rings, the wolf snatches the phone from Nash's pocket and looks at the caller ID, he notices that it Wolfie calling, he quickly flips the phone open and answers the call.

"Ah Wolfie Steel, just the very fur I've been looking for, now you don't know me, but I know you and your....partner, Tony, now I have three of your friends here with me, I'm afraid that two of them are pretty much beyond saving, however, the third, well let's just say, though he still lives, I doubt that he will be going anywhere, now, you can save your one remaining friend simply by allowing me to kill both you and your partner, Tony, I await your arrival at the Military Hardware store that you know so well, and Mr Steel, I would hurry if I were you, or there will not be much of your friend to save".

The wolf now flipped the phone closed and replaced it back in Nash's jacket pocket, Nash seized his chance and bit into the wolf's paw, the wolf looks down upon Nash with admiration and disgust, shortly before he punches Nash in the muzzle, braking several teeth and dislocating his jaw in the process.

Back at the house, I stand there stunned by what has just happened, I then fly into a rage, the likes of which very few furs have ever seen from me, Tony realises that something is very wrong.

"Wolfie, give me the keys to your car, I hate you driving when you get like this, just tell me where you need to be, and I will take you there".

I hand Tony the keys to my Range Rover and just utter two simple words through gritted teeth.

"Nash's shop".

We both got into the car, and without another word, Tony and I drove at speed towards Nash's shop, and our impending demise. Within minutes we screech to a halt outside the shop, Tony doesn't even have chance to shut the engine off before I'm out of the car and heading towards the shop door, I open the door and enter the shop, I see what looks like Nash sat in a chair behind the counter, looking very much the worse for wear, Tony rushes in behind me and then enters the storeroom, I head over to check Nash out.

"Nash, what the hell happened?"

Nash leant his head onto my shoulder and began to cry, as he recounted everything that had happened.

"Wolfie it was horrible, in fact it was beyond horrible, that wolf made me watch as he, killed and mutilated, those poor tigers".

Just then Tony appears at the door frame with a gun in his paw, without warning he points the gun at Nash and pulls the trigger, Tony then shouts at me.

"Wolfie, get out of the way, that is not Nash".

As Tony shouts, the imposter changes into a Rottweiler and speaks, just as he heads out through a window.

"You should listen to your love Wolfie, my name is no.87".

With that, the imposter disappeared from sight. Tony now slowly leant over and gently eased me back onto my footpaws.

"Wolfie, what I'm going to show you now, is probably gonna make you go psychotic, but hold on to me and I will take yo to see Nash".

I hold on to my lover and allow him to lead the way. On the way through, I see Dale and Mike's bodies lying face down on the floor, Mike has my name etched into his back, while Dale has Tony's name etched into his. We enter Nash's office and I see Nash's unconscious body, he has an open chest wound, two broken arms, a very badly broken leg, and an almost completely shattered jaw, the sight makes me want to throw up, I fall to my knees and bury me head in my paws. In the distance I hear the wail of sirens as the Police and Ambulances make their way to the scene.

Nash's body is gently placed on a stretcher and wheeled out to a waiting Ambulance, he is then rushed off to hospital, Tony and I remain behind to answer the questions that the Police are surely going to ask, whilst we answer the questions, I catch sight of the coroner covering Dale and Mike's bodies readying them for transport to the mortuary. I now collapse in a fit of tears, I pound the floor with my balled up fists.

After the questions are finished and Dale and Mike's bodies have been removed, Tony again pulls me back onto my footpaws, and walks me back out to the car.

"Wolfie, I'm going to take us to the hospital, okay, I know that there's nothing we can do for the tigers at the moment, but Nash is still alive, he needs to know that he has friends who care about him".

We head to the hospital, upon our arrival we are met by a doctor, he gives us some grave news.

"We have performed an emergency operation on your friend, he is still alive, but it will take us several weeks to grow replacement heart and lungs from stem cells, so for now we have placed him in the ICU where he is on a life support machine, as to the extent of his recovery, I'm afraid that only time will tell".

The doctor now left us looking through the window of the ICU at the battered form that is Commander Michael T Nash. A shadow appears behind me, it is a shadow of a wolf that I haven't seen in a long time, it is the wolf that rescued my brother and I from our abusive pack, when we were but youngsters, his name Julius Thorne, affectionately known to myself and Wolverine simply as JT.

JT now growls at me, needing an explanation, but how do I explain that which I don't understand myself, I could just tell him what I saw, but, knowing Julius, he would just have me committed to the mental hospital.

I do know one thing though, and that is if ever I catch up with that shape shifting son of a bitch again, I will not rest until he is dead.