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[b]Prowling before New Dawn's light

By Wolfrider

Howler/Joshua Ronfauni Belong to Wolfrider

Wraith/Willaim Thackman, Sharpfury/Garrett Redmane Belong to GameGod210

Red Menace/Hóngxióngmao Sheng and the Hóngxióngmao Collective Belongs to Coyote42

All other characters and Lore within this story is apart of Libertyverse, which is owned by

Wolfrider

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Location: New Dawn, Illinois, United States of America

Time: 1:37 am[/b]

"You sure about this place?" an Australian Tribal Wolf clad in an orange, gray, and black colored

armored bodysuit asked as he observed a warehouse complex from a nearby rooftop, his jade

green eyes looking out through his black form fitting eye mask as he scanned across the cargo

yard, looking for anything that seemed out of place.

"Trust me, my contact in the city said that these guys have their lab setup here for sure. She

hasn't let me down before... and can be quite persuasive in getting the intel," a snow leopard

with a short beard responded. He was clad in a gray and black bodysuit with dark brown and

gray assault pants, and also sporting an eye mask while holding a pair of binoculars to his face

as he scanned the yard as well.

Both Howler and Wraith had been working together for a little under a year, ever since the two

of them first met after the Aussie wolf had taken matters into his own hands tracking down a

corporate mercenary named Samson Holt. After a crazed firefight, and having to bail the wolf

out by sneaking out of a city crawling with Catalyst mercenaries and armed police, Wraith heard

the Australian out. Seeing they both were after the same guy for various reasons, both had

agreed to collaborate.

While not getting Holt in the end, they did manage to shut down and expose a plot by a south-

east Asian nation to pay foreign mercenaries to wipe out entire villages in order to make way for

new corporate mega projects; one that the South African mercenary was well known for both

consulting on and leading. Ever since that day William Thackman had taken Joshua Ronfauni

under his wing, eager to raise the former Australian combat engineer into a proper mercenary

and superhero.

And tonight's little urban operation was going to be no different.

Howler frowned slightly as he turned and rested his back against a nearby wall, crossing his

arms as he looked at the snow leopard male. "Well given you dragged me out here and are only

now telling me it's a drug lab, I'm guessing this is another one of your learning missions... So

lay it on me, what are we dealing with here?" Howler asked.

Wraith just smirked while keeping his eyes fixed to the binoculars, continuing to look around the

complex as he began to explain. "Good to see you're catching on. Intel states that we have here

the primary drug lab of the Warsaw Outsiders, a bunch of Polish and eastern European far right

wannabes that turned to illegal street racing after arriving here. Recently they've been operating

both drug and weapon smuggling operations and are wanted by both Polish and Soviet

authorities for various violent crimes."

Howler's eyebrow raised at the info. "You can't be serious that we are doing the red's dirty work

right?"

"Not at all, this one is coming from higher up. My contact in the DEA wants this group taken out

given that they are not only producing their own stuff locally, but are distributing harder shit from

way down south. They're working with some upstart cartel in Mexico that's using the Outsiders

to transport drugs in the central US."

"So instead of hitting the supplier, we go for the distributors?"

"Exactly. The DEA has something planned for the supplier; rumor is that they're about to get a

visit from another cartel real soon..."

"Would the DEA really go that far? I mean starting a war between cartel groups?"

"Oh it's their playbook alright. Besides, this upstart is a threat to them given that he's been

planning some big dick waving operation to show up the other cartels. Something involving a lot

of armored trucks breaking through the southern border and shooting their way into the

American heartland. Trust me, this amateur is self-destructive and their stupidity is a danger to

everyone."

"I guess we just have to do our part and hope their play pays off," Howler stated while looking

over at the building again, his eyes focusing on a group of vehicles rolling up from a side street.

"Victor movement on the south end of the complex, you see them?"

"Oh yeah I see them. Looks like a couple of vans and some kind of sports car," Wraith replied

as both heroes watched the convoy turn into the complex loading dock and park just outside of

one of the big warehouses.

Howler focused in with his nanite enhanced senses, allowing him to naturally adjust his vision to

zoom in on the convoy. As he did so, he took note of a white wolf stepping out wearing some

kind of coat and barking orders to the other individuals who were in the process of getting out of

the vans themselves and unloading goods into the warehouse. "Must be the crew leader. Heh,

he sticks out like a bloody sore thumb!"

"DEA doesn't have a name on him. Apparently he did well to cover his tracks, but Polish

security service and the KGB records on him have his nickname; the 'White Racer.'"

"Woah that's totally original and not at all on the nose," Howler said while rolling his eyes.

"Don't let the name throw you off, guy has a rap sheet; aggravated assault, rampant

hooliganism, identity theft, and he's currently wanted for the assassination of the soviet

superhero Red Scarlet."

"This wanker killed a fucking super?"

"Yeah, lured her into an alleyway in Warsaw and gunned her down with AK, then ran her over

with a stolen truck to finish the job. The Soviets have him in their sights, but so far he's evaded

detection until now."

"That being said, other than his trigger-happy arse, what other threats are we facing there? Any

enhanced individuals?"

"Warsaw Outsiders don't have a history of having very many EI's, but the chances are never

zero on this one. Expect a lot of angry men in there packing heat," Wraith replied as he

motioned Howler over to one of the van's being unloaded. Duffel bags, some of them opened,

were being pulled out of the vans, and while difficult to confirm from a distance they noticed the

white ziplock bags inside the open ones. "Jackpot!"

"Alright then, what's ROE?" Howler asked.

"You mean what's your ROE," Wraith replied with a smirk.

"Come again?" Howler responded while cocking his head to the side.

"You're going in alone on this one pup! I'll provide some overwatch and lookout, but I want to

see how you handle yourself in an urban environment. This isn't a third world backwater or

some conflict zone. This is a true peacetime urban location with law enforcement and civilians in

play," Wraith explained, waving his hand out to emphasize the point home.

Howler just groaned and rubbed his forehead, shutting his eyes for a moment before opening

them again and glaring at Wraith. "I knew this was a bloody learning mission... alright, so I'm

going in alone, what are my rules of engagement?"

"If they pull on you, your call to put them down hard or put them down for good. DEA would like

us to keep the important ones alive, and any EI's we encounter are to be taken into custody by

the book," Wraith explained.

"Very well then, looks like I got my work cut out for me... You're not gonna cover me with the

sniper rifle are ya?" Howler looked one last time at Wraith while heading over to a nearby stair

scaffolding.

Wraith just smiled, "Now where is the fun in that if I have to do half the work for ya!" Howler

smirked back and headed down to street level.

A few minutes later the wolf closed in on the complex. He kept his gun holstered, opting to move

as silently as possible. As he neared the chain linked fence to the complex Wraith's voice

echoed in his mask's comm system. "Ok pup, looking at the complex info they don't have any

pressure or motion sensors, pretty bare-bones, and standard security for this part of the city."

Knowing this information Howler heated up his hand, and when it was a dimly glowing orange

he pressed up against the fence, cutting and melting a gap in the fence itself, allowing him to

slip in. Now in the complex itself he darted from cover to cover, keeping himself out of sight of

the floodlights and roaming guards that dotted the cargo bay itself.

"Guard patterns appear to be pretty lacking. You might be able to get away with taking out one

or two without being noticed," Wraith spoke again as he eagerly watched Howler do his thing.

Howler peaked around the corner of a parked semi-trailer and saw one of the guards, an orange

house cat with a beanie. He was trying to light a cigarette, fumbling with the lighter in his glove-

covered hands with an AK-74U slung across his back.

Howler smirked and decided to help him out as he moved in the shadows, sneaking around

behind the feline guard. Stepping quietly near him, he snapped his fingers and lit a small flame

between his thumb and finger and produced it to the orange cat from the side, keeping his face

out of sight as he spoke in as best Slavic he could manage, ""

"" the cat said, lighting his cigarette and taking a quick puff, not even

paying attention to where the hand had come from. It took a few moments for the strangeness

of the situation to register with him, and the moment he started to turn to address who had given

him the light Howler rapidly grabbed him from behind. Clasping his hand over the cat's mouth

caused him to let out a muffled scream as he inadvertently inhaled the whole lit cigarette, which

burnt the inside of his mouth.

Howler winced at the pain the man was experiencing but knew he had to do a job as he

struggled and pulled him into the shadows. He then maintained a tight chokehold on him from

behind until his flailing ceased and his body went limp. "Real sorry about that buddy...but better

than putting a bullet in ya!" Howler whispered as he hid the unconscious guard behind some

trash bags and continued to sneak around.

"No bad on that one guy, he might wanna see a doctor for that though," Wraith said via the

comms as Howler hid behind some shipping containers, peaking around the corner and

focusing on the sports car. He observed White Racer rushing out of the warehouse and tossing

a duffel bag into the backseat, then getting in and starting to pull out of the cargo lot. "Looks like

he's in a rush, likely an urgent delivery for one of the big shots in the city."

"What's the rest of his crew doing?" Howler asked, as he adjusted his position a bit closer to get

a better look of the warehouse loading dock.

"They mostly headed inside, save for a couple of stragglers. Looks like the pair are keeping

warm by a fire," Wraith advised as Howler got closer. He observed a pair of humans wearing

puffy winter jackets and crowded around an oil barrel that was alight, with one of the guards

tossing in bits of a broken up wooden pallet into the flames to keep the heat up.

Howler noted their position; there was a good amount of open space across the lot between him

and the two men, meaning he had to move fast to get the jump on them. Noting the distance

and the shadows being cast by nearby objects, Howler launched himself into a sprint, darting

between shadows to keep himself as concealed as possible.

His rushing footsteps drew the attention of the guards who stopped what they were doing and

quickly looked around, startled by the sound, but before they could properly react the wolf was

on top of them. Leaping up over the flaming barrel and clotheslining both men to the ground with

sheer force. Their firearms clanked and slid across the concrete as both men grunted and tried

to shout out in pain while they clutched at their faces.

Howler got to work quickly, mounting the most active of the two as he repeatedly smashed his

elbow into the man's face, a crack ringing out as he broke the Slavic man's nose before he

finally went limp.

The other had managed to get to his feet and was attempting to produce a weapon from his

jacket, but Howler was quicker as he lunged and crash tackled the man to the ground, grabbing

and wrestling away the guard's arm from their jacket before rolling the man over onto his belly

and wrapping his arms around his neck for a chokehold.

Just like the first guard he had dealt with this one put up a fight but soon passed out and

slumped to the pavement. Looking around quickly, Howler didn't see anyone else out on the lot,

as he gathered the weapons and cuffed both men leaving them where they fell. He was

surprised that security was so lacking for an operation like this as he moved quickly towards the

warehouse itself.

He nearly froze when he noticed the security camera by the door, yet something was off about

it. It was one of those inexpensive models, and it was clear it was on some kind of motor

allowing it to turn and scan. However, as he got closer, he noticed there was no activity other

than the camera slowly panning left and right, allowing him to easily sneak under the sensor.

Looking closer behind it, he almost facepalmed upon seeing that while the camera itself was

powered it was plugged into itself, meaning either this was a fake security camera or the goons

inside didn't know how to set it up properly. "If they call this security, they better not piss on the

roof and tell me it's raining," Howler thought to himself as he moved around the outside of the

building. So far no other guards were on the outside just like Wraith had told him.

As he approached a side door he checked the lock and sure enough it was bolted in place.

Within seconds he concentrated on his hand as his nanites began to superheat his palm and

fingers, his suit's glove glowing a bright orange as he gripped the door handle and proceeded to

melt down the locking mechanism of the door. Moments later all that was left was a molten hole

as he slowly pushed the door open and peaked inside.

What he saw was a vast array of tables and vats with individuals dumping chemical mixtures,

processing and refining the drugs into a powder, and packaging each patch up in duffel bags

filled with bagged up goods. Close by he could hear a tv playing, likely from the office. He

thought that it was odd that they were just cooking and producing the drugs right in the middle of

the warehouse, and then he looked up to see only a large industrial fan spinning above. "Smart,

they're running at reduced power. Wouldn't get picked up on any power grid audits, might

explain the lack of security...pretty much hiding in plain sight," he thought to himself before

silently slipping inside, closing the door behind him as he crouched low and kept to a shadow

next to the office block

Peeking into the shipping container office through one of the windows he saw two individuals;

one was an older looking human that wore thick clothing and a beanie with a slight tremor in his

hands, and the other a female goat sporting short cut hair, tank top with pants, and dozens of

tattoos inked across her arms. Both were sitting in foldable chairs, drinking beers, and watching

a tv that happened to be broadcasting the nightly late evening news.

"Recapping some of the top stories from today, talks between the Soviet Union general

secretary Egorov Sorokin and Japanese prime minister Toda Norio have entered their second

day on what could be a binding resolution and long-awaited peace agreement between both

nations. Brokered by the intervention of Australian president Emilie Fielding and US president

Kelvin Bratcher, the Hokkaido accords aim to finally put forward a binding peace agreement

which had not been formally signed since the end of the second world war as well as the return

of the Kuril Islands to Japanese territorial control," the older African American news anchor

reported, before the screen flashed to footage of what naval warships in the middle of what

appeared to be a military exercise.

"This comes after a recent show of force in the Pacific and joint military exercises held between

the Soviet, Vietnamese, and Indonesian navies held in the Sea of Okhotsk, one that was

shadowed both by American and Japanese observation aircraft as well as an intelligence

gathering vessel from the Hóngxióngmao Collective. It's believed that these exercises are

aimed to not only apply pressure to the Bratcher administration and Japanese diet, but to

Hóngxióngmao Sheng's rule as well," the reporter continued, before the heavily clothed human

male angrily changed the channel to one of the various sport networks.

"," the man

drunkenly blurred out in polish while taking another sip of his beer.

"<i>" the goat pondered, as she searched her pockets for a cigarette to light.

While eavesdropping on their conversation, Howler looked to see they had a small armory in the

corner of the room. A bunch of firearms and ammo were stacked up against the wall, likely to

avoid them being a fire risk during the cooking process. "That means these blokes other than

the guards here are unarmed...works perfectly for me," Howler thought to himself before

contacting Wraith. "I'm inside, looks like about seven and all but two are unarmed. I'm about to

go loud," he reported.

"Alright, good luck and give them hell!" Wraith replied.

Reaching into his utility belt, Howler pulled out a small flashbang grenade and removed the pin

but maintained his grip on the grenade and spoon. He crouched towards the door and pushed it

open. Before the pair inside could notice he tossed the grenade through the doorway, the spoon

flicking out with a ping as the grenade bounced and landed in front of the tv.

Seconds later there was a bright flash and a loud bang as the glass in the office shattered. The

boom echoed out across the warehouse causing everyone inside to become startled and

confused. Inside the office the hearing and sight of both individuals was greatly impaired as they

staggered about trying to regain their senses. Howler rushed in and grabbed the goat first,

quickly flipping her over his shoulder with a judo throw, sending her crashing into the now

broken tv.

The human was next as the wolf grabbed and threw him against the wall before delivering

several fierce strikes to his midsection, finishing up with a crack in the face with a hard elbow

causing him to slump and slide down the wall. As the rest of the crew rushed towards the office

to see what happened they came to a stop when they saw Howler dragging out both the

unconscious goat woman and human male, dumping their forms outside the office as the wolf

stared them down.

"" a female human with a short stocky build and wearing chemical

protection clothing and a breathing mask demanded with a muffled voice in Slavic.

"<i>" Howler replied back, in broken

Slavic.

"" another goon, a polish eagle armed with a wrench,

shouted as he pointed it at the wolf.

Howler just smirked and gestured his hand to the office, specifically the corner that housed their

weapons and ammo. His hand glowed a bright orange and seconds later he unleashed a bolt of

orange heat energy right into the corner, melting the guns instantly and causing the ammo to

cook off and catch fire. "So, is that a language you can understand then?" the Australian asked,

only getting death glares back in response.

"Guess it's fisticuffs then, come on then mates! Come at me!" he challenged, making a gesture

to bring it.

The eagle snapped first as he screamed and rushed the wolf taking a swing with the wrench,

which was quickly blocked with a raised arm. Howler quickly twisted and wrapped his arm

around that of the eagle's, keeping the wrench out of play as he grabbed his head and forced

him downwards and then proceeded to repeatedly knee the bird in the face several times. As he

heard the clank of the wrench dropping free from the eagle's hand and onto the ground the wolf

locked his arms under that of the bird, then spun around and tossed him hard against a nearby

forklift sending him crumpling to the ground in a heap.

While his comrades were in shock another goon, a mink, ran forward and did a jumping kick at

the wolf only to be surprised when the Australian took a step back and caught his foot. Before

he had time to process what happened he was violently tripped up and put onto his back, with

Howler maintaining control over his foot, turning the man over and twisting his foot in an harsh

ankle lock making him shout curses in Polish.

Two of the other cooks, both wearing chemical suits, rushed Howler with knives, causing him to

release mink's foot and go on the defensive as he dodged and evaded slashes and thrusts.

Heating up his hands, he waited for both men to rush him, and as they did so he reached out

and grabbed onto the blades of both knives, gripping them tight and melting them within

seconds.

Both men looked absolutely stunned and terrified, but didn't have much time to react next as

Howler lunged forward and thrust kicked one of them nearly half way across the warehouse,

sending him crashing into one of the drug making tables. The other was grabbed and hoisted up

across the wolf's shoulders and dumped him right on top of the mink. The wolf then proceeded

to overturn a nearby table onto them both to keep them pinned.

"Well that only leaves the one. I'm guessing you're the head cook of this outfit right, miss?"

Howler spoke out to the human woman in the protective gear, who only just stood there glaring

but backing away slightly.

Then Howler noticed her starting to tremble and groan, her breathing becoming heavier and

more labored. Then he noticed that she was starting to swell up and expand within her suit, the

fabric stretching and tearing as her body began to burst from within it. Howler's eyes went from

confident, to confused, and to fearfully widening as he saw the five-foot human growing to

nearly seven feet tall. Her skin began turning to damp, rough fur, her face morphing into

something more animalistic, and a large fat paddle-like tail breaking out from the base of her

spine.

Within less than a minute standing before him was not a human, but a full grown werebeast,

and not just anytime of werebeast but that of a werebeaver.

"You...have got to be...fucking kidding me....A werebeaver?! I thought you lot were like the

unicorns of lycanthropy, woah you even got big arse buck teeth too...I'm guessing we gonna

have to do this the hard way," Howler started quipping before he yelped as the beaver rushed

forward, turning and smacking him hard with her tail and sending him sailing across the

warehouse, crashing into the roller door and heavily denting it.

As he tried to get to his feet the werebeaver closed on him, grabbing him by the leg and yanking

him upwards, and then tossing him across the warehouse again as he smashed through a

couple of mixing vats. Getting chemical drug precursor powder coated upon him as he coughed

and grit his teeth, his suit began blaring warnings in his mind about not only a cracked rib but

also potential exposure to narcotics.

He forced himself to his feet while his nanites worked to repair the damage internally. As he

spat some blood off to the side he watched the towering female werebeaver advance on him

with an intent to kill. Howler closed his fists as they began to heat up and glow again, the

intense heat aura he was putting out vaporized the powder on his suit as he focused on his

target.

"I guess you can take it then...let's see how you handle this!" he shouted before throwing his

fists forward and unleashing a few well aimed heat blasts, impacting the oncoming werebeast.

Hitting her in the shoulder and chest and causing her to stagger back, heavily deforming one of

the vats with her body weight. She roared as her scorched fur and skin became instantly

cauterized from the impacts and she rushed forward in the face of additional heat blasts from

the wolf's hands.

Meanwhile, still overlooking the warehouse, Wraith was listening in to Howler's comms, hearing

his frustration and the intensity of the fight he was currently in all while keeping watch from the

rooftop. It was then that he caught sight of the White Racer's sports car pulling up into the cargo

lot and coming to a stop. He observed the white wolf rushing to get out of the car and heading to

the rear boot to grab something.

"Shit, he must have seen the bodies," Wraith thought to himself as he observed the white wolf

pulling out a long gun from his boot and heading to the warehouse on foot. The snow leopard

narrowed his eyes at this, and with haste he got up and rushed down the ladder while

disappearing from sight.

Back inside Howler was breathing heavily and grunting as he locked hands with the

werebeaver, being pushed back against some barrels of chemicals. His heated hands sizzled

the webbed skin of the werebeast's hands, but she just roared and kept trying to bite his head

off with her buck toothed maw causing the wolf to duck and weave while struggling to gain any

leverage.

"<i>" the werebeaver shouted in deep grunting Slavic, going in for

another bite only for Howler to release his grip and duck low between her massive legs, causing

her to miss him completely and bite into one of the chemical barrels. Narrowly avoiding her

heavy slapping tail he rolled back to his feet, holding his side and looking on as the beaver

frustratingly tried to free herself from the barrel. She lifted it high above her as she ripped the

barrel open to free her jaws, sending chemical powder spilling all over her.

Howler noticed in turn the flammable warning on the side of the barrel and the murderous, now

potentially drug affected, eyes of the beaver staring right at him. He raised one of his hands and

took aim at the barrel itself. "I hope your regeneration is strong enough for this," he said before

unleashing a heat blast right into the barrel, causing the contents to ignite and a flash fire to

erupt, engulfing the werebeaver who roared in agony.

Howler shielded his face as he looked to the now burning section of the warehouse. His eyes

widened as the towering werebeaver staggered from the flames towards him, herself alight and

roaring, trying to fight through the pain to get to the wolf. Seconds later though she started

reducing in size and mass; her animal skin, fur, and features reverting back to more human

ones, now covered in burn patches and melted protective clothing as the now human female

collapsed mere feet from the Australian hero.

Howler rushed over and went to check her vitals, then breathed a sigh of relief; despite her

injuries she was still breathing, but was burnt and injured. He wasted no time as he pulled out a

pocket medical kit and got to work treating her injuries. "Wraith, I've secured the warehouse but

I got a badly injured perp, bloody werebeaver transformed on me and had to go all out on

them...I'll need you..." Howler was reporting over comms while applying some burn ointment

and bandages to the unconscious human, when he heard the unmistakable mechanical sound

of a Kalashnikov's charging handle ringing out from across the warehouse behind him.

He turned his head toward that direction and saw at least a few meters from him the White

Racer himself, an AKM in his hand and aimed right at Howler. "" he shouted out as he raised the rifle upwards

to focus his aim on the Australian wolf who, with disregard for his own life, opted to shield the

human woman with his own body.

A gunshot rang out and echoed, but to Howler's surprise he felt no impact, no pain other than

that the beating he took during his previous fight, and no new injury warnings blaring from his

internal nanites. Instead, he heard the pained cry of White Racer, turning to see the white wolf

had been shot in the hand causing him to drop his AK and clutch his palm which very much had

a hole in it now and spilling out with blood.

He then saw a brief shimmer of something cloaked making a move at Racer, observing

something unseen taking hold of the wolf and violently throwing him to the ground and cuffing

him. Another shimmer and the figure uncloaked, revealing Wraith crouched and securing White

Racer in place.

"You ok?!" Wraith asked him.

"Yeah we're good!" Howler replied back as he continued to give first aid to the human

werebeast, the sound of White Racer's Slavic swearing just background noise to him as Wraith

searched the wolf. He removed some additional weapons, disassembling a pistol and tossing

the pieces aside as he got back up and walked over to his partner.

"You did good, you know. Taking out the guards, getting inside unnoticed, and clearing the

place out, but the lesson to learn from this is to always expect the unexpected," Wraith started

out as he stood over Howler. "You're not wearing that older, heavier combat engineer suit

anymore, and you very well could have taken 7.62 to the back because you failed to fully secure

the location."

"I know that...and I'm sorry, but I also have a duty to render aid as well," Howler replied, not

looking at Wraith as he tightened the last bandage on the injured suspect.

"Hey, we make mistakes all the time. It wasn't a bad solo run, and honestly your heart is in the

right place. I would have done the same myself. We'll have to work on getting your instincts

sharpened overtime," Wraith said while placing a reassuring hand on Howler's shoulder.

Howler just smiled back and got up, then looked around. "So what's the call?"

"Well take some snaps and torch the drugs. DEA will handle the rest while we can leave these

goons to the local PD. Someone likely heard the shot and explosion so we are bound to have

company real soon," Wraith stated, with Howler nodding in reply.

Moments later the wolf got to work using his pyrokinetic abilities to torch the vats while Wraith

got to work on collecting evidence and moving the unconscious goons away from the flames

and to a much more centralized location. Within half an hour, both men faded into the darkness

as they left the scene.

[b]An Hour Later[/b]

White Racer was propped up against the wall, still handcuffed, yet his hand was patched up by

Wraith and Howler before they left. He continued to mutter to himself in Slavic, trying to fight his

restraints and break free.

It was then that he heard the sound of footsteps on broken glass, really heavy footsteps. It was

the unmistakable sound of combat boots followed by a male voice that whistled at the sight of

the mess inside the warehouse.

"Man I love what you guys have done with the place, a real shit show right here!" White Racer

heard, as he turned his head and saw a towering male lion sporting military cargo pants, a wife

beater singlet, combat boots, and an eyepatch over one of his eyes.

"" the wolf shouted at him.

"Sorry, I don't speak commie!" Sharpfury replied back as he walked over to the canine, then

roughly grabbed him and lifted him up off the ground with ease. The wolf struggled and cursed

at him as he was held up by his shirt collar. The lion then dug his hands into the wolf's pockets

and started searching until he found what he was looking for, dropping the man back on the

ground with a thud as more Slavic cursing came out of his mouth.

The lion went over the small packet of cards that was in the wolf's possession, all of them stolen

ID cards, until he stopped at one that had a familiar lion's face on it. Except in this photo, he had

both eyes and the military uniform of the US army donned upon him. "Naughty boy you are,

didn't your mother ever tell you it's a bad idea to steal another man's identity? Figured it was

you that pickpocketed me at that strip club while I was enjoying myself," the lion growled as he

pulled out a large combat knife and crouched down on the wolf.

He hooked the sword breaker teeth between the handcuff chains and pulled upwards, causing

the chain to break and freeing the wolf. At first, he was confused and thought he was being let

go. That changed when the lion roughly hoisted him up and threw him onto a nearby table,

pinning him down with a combination of the lion's own body weight and the force he was

exerting upon his arm and wrist, holding it down on the table while bringing the knife close.

"You know, it's not nice to take another man's info, especially if you don't even look like him. It's

kinda rude..." the lion said coldly while inching the knife close to the wolf's wrist, the man

struggling and trembling, pleading in Slavic for him to release him. "They say that if you cut a

thief's hand off, they will never steal again...let's find out if that's true!"

Screams rang out in the warehouse, followed by the sickly sound of slicing flesh and cracking

bone as the muscular lion proceeded to cut into the wolf's wrist, sawing and taking his time. He

whistled and hummed in an attempt to drown out the man's agonizing cries as he hacked off his

wounded hand, leaving a bloodied stump at the wrist.

Wiping the knife clean, he placed it back in its holster and then noticed some industrial cables

off to the side, causing him to grin as he picked them up then started to secure the flailing wolf,

who was now in tears looking at his stump where his hand was moments earlier. "Quit your

whining, it's not like you're gonna be using that hand anyway where you're going!" the lion

mocked as he tied down and strapped up the male wolf in a hog-tie like position. Then he

grabbed a nearby baggy of drugs and slipped it over the stump, tightly securing it in place with

additional cables in order to hold back the bleeding, much to White Racer's protesting cries.

Hauling him off the ground, he carried the wolf over his shoulder and out of the warehouse,

heading over to the parked sports car. Its engine was still running as the lion popped the boot

and tossed the Polish wolf inside. He then pulled out a smartphone and snapped some pictures

before making a call.

"It's Sharpfury, I got your package, sending the photo now," the lion stated which caused the

wolf's eyes to widen as he realized that the man that just cut his hand off and tied him up was a

very well-known assassin and mercenary for hire. A few moments went by before the lion

smirked, "Oh yeah, he's missing a hand, but he's mostly in one piece...well thank you for your

understanding comrade! Pleasure doing business!" he said as the call cut off and he grinned

widely while looking down at the now pale wolf.

"You just earned me a lot of cash, and to think all I had to do was track you down for

pickpocketing...enjoy the ride cause I'm jacking it for myself. You're heading right back to the

USSR!" Sharpfury laughed, before raising up his boot and slamming it right in the wolf's face,

causing his vision to turn to black.

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