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he had never gotten involved. Should have left with Martha, when I had chance , he cries to himself at night; knowing by now, she’s already made it back to Chicago and the comforts of her family. But he was afraid to leave – they’d have found him – He knows too much. Might start running his mouth; lest word get back to the elder shifters in the old countries, on what they’re trying to do here.
    Looking around the room, Alistair knows… he should have left with his wife.
    “Are they all there?” Kearney, questions roughly; the patience all but gone from his voice.
    “Yes-yes they are,” Alistair mumbles, shuffling the stack of signed deeds; holding claim to all of the high producing mines of the area.
    Red and his crew, along with Alistair, have managed to run off and kill most of the miners from their claims; supplementing them with shifter workers sent in from Washington, and now under the control of Kearney and the military. Government controlled mines; providing an endless supply of money for the New World Order .
    “Let me see those,” the major commands; grabbing a handful of deeds. “Get out of my way,” he growls, pushing Alistair; who falls to the ground. There is no attempt on his part to rise; he remains still, lying on his side looking up at the major, who scans one paper after another.
    “Good…Good…I like what I’m seeing,” he offers, smiling; and easing the tension of the room. He pauses, before looking down at the cowering mayor. “But I don’t like you,” he says, his smile removed.
    “What, what do mean?” Alistair whimpers, beginning to crawl slowly away; with Kearney following.
    “Where’d your wife go, Mayor?” he questions, following the man who wiggles away.
    “She went on vacation,” he answers swiftly.
    “No vacation,” Kearney advises, shaking his head and grinning. His shifting snout appears, and growls; while beginning to unbutton his shirt.
    “No…You didn’t…you couldn’t have,” he whispers with the realization of the majors words.
    “Couldn’t I,” Kearney responds, removing his shirt and handing it to his lieutenant; who takes the shirt with wide smile, knowing the man is doomed and there will be blood. The major had made it clear to everyone that no one was to leave, until he said it was okay to do so. “I told you, no one was to leave.”
    “She just wanted to go see her folks! A little vacation, that’s all. I swear!” he screams, seeing the major turn. His badger form is huge and thick, with overly large muscle hulking out his form. In an instant, he’s on the man, ripping out his throat and gorging at his torso with razor sharp claws –and as the whole room watches in silence—the man is devoured.
    For several minutes the only sound in the rooms is the blood curdling screams of the mayor and the sloshy chomping bites from the major as he consumes the man; leaving a partially eaten corpse lying on the bloody floor.
    Kearney’s human form returns; kneeling over the dead man, panting and chewing, and wiping at his face trying to remove the blood.
    “Well, that is that,” the major states, standing up and reaching for his shirt. “We don’t have to worry about him anymore.”
    “Yeah. Thanks for the mess,” Red adds; not pleased that he’ll have to not only clean the place; but explain to the regular townspeople what the hell happened to their mayor. Sorry son of a bitch won’t be missed anyway.
    “That’s it, then,” Kearney states; knowing the easy part is done, and that it’s time to focus on the Indians. “I’ll take these.” The deeds are stuffed into his unbuttoned shirt; which he continues to dress and tuck into his trousers. Blood still covers the thick bald head of the man as he turns for the door. “We’ll meet you and your men tomorrow night, just south of the bluffs overlooking the redskin’s camp.”
    The lieutenant opens the door for Kearney who stops abruptly. “Oh, and make sure you guys show up –