[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/BzTNXgP.jpg[/img][/center][indent] [i]"That's that? Alright then Kiddo, let's mosey. We got ourselves a wolf to kill."[/i] [color=lightgreen][i]"Nothin' else? You don't wanna find out how many there are? What else we're gettin' ourselves into?"[/i][/color] [i]"Nah. Not my style. Let's go, Kiddo. Time's a' wastin'."[/i] I picked up my jacket, threw it over my shoulder, grabbed my brass knuckles from the sink and made to leave. The other bozos here could waste their time. I sure as hell wasn't. Anythin' to get us one step closer to that undead broad what fucked up everything. I heard Kiddo follow behind me after a minute or two, and he caught up to me with a cardboard box of...somethin' in his hands, and a plastic fork. [i]"What the fuck?"[/i] He popped a bright golden round...something into his mouth and began munching. [color=lightgreen][i]"Prawn wontons, Andy. They're delicious! Try some!"[/i][/color] The eye roll couldn't be more apt. [i]"Christ Kiddo, we're on a job and all you can think about is food?! Jesus wept, every single job we've been on you eat, like what the fuck man?"[/i] [color=lightgreen][i]"You know I always eat when I'm nervous, Andy!"[/i][/color] [i]"Jesus, Kiddo, no wonder they called you Fat Boy when you was with the Martovannis. Now c'mon, let's go."[/i] [hr] We'd commandeered the police van left so kindly by the hamburger meat outside the Chinese place. Thing was big and loud but not much else. I left the sirens off as I turned a corner. The Red Light District of Somabra wasn't far from Chinatown; just a couple blocks over and wha-bam. Meat street. A place where whores were a dime a dozen, and where Nyx had some property she needed defendin'. Hell, this pie had pretty much every crime family's finger in it; the working girls were easy to please with cash, and it was pretty common to find girls that were bein' paid by both the Martovannis and the Nyctari. Double the income, half the trouble. If I were on anyone else's payroll I'd be really squared to mess with any shit, but as it stood we weren't at risk of losin' anything here. The streets were pretty damn quiet; an obvious thing, judging by the howls that echoed in the distance. Someone was mad about somethin', that's fer damn sure. I pulled over to the sidewalk to think, engine running. Kiddo glanced at me. [color=lightgreen][i]"What's wrong, Andy?"[/i][/color] [i]"Nah, nothin'. I'm just thinkin' of how to find the motherfucker we're supposed to be killin' here. How hard is it to find an eight foot tall wolf on two legs anyway?"[/i] [color=lightgreen][i]"Pretty damn hard, looks like. They must've rolled through here already."[/i][/color] I shook my head. [i]"Nah, no way those fuzzy bastards would've come 'n gone through here without messin' [b]someone's[/b] shit up. You remember how many dudes have stakes in this place?"[/i] He chuckled and sat back, nodding slightly as he peered ahead into the darkness. [color=lightgreen][i]"I sure do, Andy. This place was hot back in the sixties. Peeps bustin' up whorehouses and everyone arguin' about who paid who and all that shit. Was it ever the same after I left?"[/i][/color] I gave him a glance and nodded. [i]"Oh yeah. Never got quieter."[/i] [color=lightgreen][i]"Except for now."[/i][/color] [i]"Yeah."[/i] We sat in silence for a while, save for the sound of the idle engine. After a while Kiddo looked at the dash. [color=lightgreen][i]"Say, this van's s'got one a' those speaker things, right?"[/i][/color] [i]"Wha-?"[/i] I watched him grope around the dashboard for a while, confused. Eventually he found a little black microphone with a button on its side. The wire led into the floor. He grinned at me as he held the thing up. [color=lightgreen][i]"This thing! If I ain't wrong this thing's connected to a loudhailer on the roof."[/i][/color] He clicked the button and cleared his throat into the mic, and almost immediately I heard that amplified several times by a something above me. Damn. The guy was right. [i]"Well shit Kiddo, you're right. But what're we gonna use this thing for?"[/i] He grinned again, and this time I noticed that sly glint in his eyes. Oh fuckin' hell. [color=lightgreen][i]"Watch."[/i][/color] He keyed the mic. [color=lightgreen][i]"To all werewolves in the red light district! Brunkas! There's a' couple a' folks here with a silver bullet with ya name on it! Come get us!"[/i][/color] I stared at him, wide-eyed, as he set the microphone down and drew his shotgun. [color=lightgreen][i]"Now we wait, Andy."[/i][/color] [i]"I- Wha- Bu-"[/i] He glanced at me and shrugged. [color=lightgreen][i]"What? You said you wanted to find 'im."[/i][/color] [i]"Not like that you dumbass! Now all the werewolves in the fuckin' city know we're here!"[/i] And right on cue, a chorus of howls chimed in from above us. I pulled my Tommygun from the back seat and cocked it. [i]"Ohh shit."[/i] Kiddo grinned and chuckled. [color=lightgreen][i]"Oh we're in for it now. Better get ready, Andy! Shit's gonna hit the fan and it's gonna be great!"[/i][/color] The van suddenly jostled as something real heavy landed on top. I heard a loud roar, then a very long set of claws tore into the roof and the back seat. In a panic, and mostly by instinct, I gunned it. The momentum threw the wolf on the roof off and I watched it tumble to the street in the rearview mirror as we sped away. Wide-eyed, I glared at Kiddo. [i]"Ye're a real fuckin' psycho, y'know that Kiddo?!"[/i] [color=lightgreen][i]"Are ya kiddin' me? I haven't felt this alive in years!"[/i][/color] As a werewolf landed on the street in front of us with a snarl, he rolled the window down, leaned out and filled its face with buckshot. It yowled in pain as I drove straight into it with the van, crumpling it in half as it tumbled away from us in a heap of broken bones. Kiddo whooped a war cry as he racked the slide on the shotgun and got out of his seat to sit on the windowsill. This man was crazy. I was crazy. We were all crazy, tryin' somethin' like this. Then again. This [b]was[/b] Santa Somabra. Crazy happened on a daily basis here.[/indent] [hr] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/2derDSX.jpg[/img][/center][indent] I had to smile to myself. Now [b]this[/b] was livin'! The werewolf crumpled away like so much paper after I filled his face with silver buckshot. Andy drove like a master at work, so I kept my focus on pluggin' any wolves what were tryin' ta kill us. Above the sounds of the van I could hear them. Howlin', snarlin', roarin', tramping after us on the rooftops, through the alleyways and across the streets. I could barely see 'em; black smudges in a sea of darkness where there weren't any lights, but their eyes glinted and reflected the moonlight. There were [b]lots[/b] of 'em. Pissed and hungry for blood. Behind us one of the wolves caught up to the van and got its claws stuck in the back doors. It clawed its way to the roof, slowly but surely, and when its head peeked up above the back of the van it saw me and roared. I grinned and leveled my shotgun at its face as he put a claw in the roof and hauled himself towards me. [color=lightgreen][i]"Welcome to Santa Somabra, bitch!"[/i][/color] I pulled the trigger and the gun bucked as it spat silver pellets into its head and shoulders. It yelped in pain then roared as it lost its grip on the van, tumbling backwards onto the street. Seeing an intersection up ahead, I got off the window and slithered back into the van. [color=lightgreen][i]"Hang a left here, Andy! We're gonna take 'em on a wild ride!"[/i][/color] He gave me a look I knew too well, his face set in grim determination. [i]"You better know what you're fuckin' doin', dumbass! I ain't dyin' tonight!"[/i] [color=lightgreen]"Don't worry! Know this place like the back a' my hand!"[/color] Another werewolf landed on the van's roof as Andy turned the corner. It dug its claws into the roof as he screeched round, tyres spinning for purchase as we tilted over to the right. One disadvantage the wolves had was that as sharp as their claws were, using them as handholds wasn't easy when they cut through metal like butter. The wolf on the roof slid straight off, his claws cutting gashes into the metal as he yowled and fell onto a parked car we passed by. Immediately the alarm began sounding, red and white lights flashing in the dark of the night as we drove off, chased by all manner of beast. I knew the road we were going through. It led absolutely nowhere, but the roads around were familiar enough to me. We took another left, doubling back on our progress as we were chased. I hauled myself out the window, shotgun in hand, as a werewolf landed beside us, matching our speed. As it leaped at the van I filled its face with silver buckshot and whooped as it tumbled to the floor and whirled out of sight. Andy gave me a glance as he swerved around a car stalled in the center of the road; its driver yelled and swore at us, and then promptly screamed as the lycans behind us tore him to shreds in their pursuit. [i]"Shit! Kiddo, you sure this was a good idea?"[/i] I glanced at him and grinned wickedly. [color=lightgreen]"Well you were the one that got the van, Andy! I'm just followin' ya lead!"[/color] He slammed a fist angrily on the wheel as he hung a left, completing the loop we'd made of the area. [i]"Motherfucker! At this rate we'll run outta gas before we run out of wolves to kill, dumbass!"[/i] I laughed, refilling my shotgun from my coat. [color=lightgreen][i]"Then let 'em come, Andy! More beasts to the fuckin' slaughterhouse!"[/i][/color] With a whoop I leaned out, shotgun at the ready. Wolves be damned. Fat Boy was thirsty for blood. Come get some, mongrels! Come fuckin' get some! [/indent]