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enemies relentless fire.
    “HERE THEY FUCKING COME,” Chris Collins yelled as loud as he could as both he and Dunstan readied themselves for close quarter combat.
    Then…something terrifying began to happen to Ash Piper. His sweating started to intensify, his eyesight becoming blurred then blood red, the sounds around him becoming incredibly painful to his ears, the spitting machine guns, molten hot tracer and the screams and shouts of men. Suddenly, without warning, a world of nightmares engulfed Piper’s mind and body.
    “HEY ASH, I’M GOING TO MAKE A RUN ACROSS THAT CLEARING…”
    To Ash Piper, Chris Collins’ voice was mumbled, unclear. “…I’LL CUT THEM DOWN FROM A HIGHER ANGLE! WHATEVER, I’M GOING TO HAVE TO GO FOR IT! COVER ME!” With a look of grim determination Collins dashed across the dunes, spraying automatic fire towards his antagonists as Billy Dunstan threw two frag grenades, one to the left, then to the right. Within seconds, further screams assaulted the night.
    But Ash Piper was on his hands and knees, vomiting, oblivious to the chaos and mayhem around him.
    “ASH, FOR GOD’S SAKE KEEP FIRING, KEEP…” Billy Dunstan, a hail of tracer slashing past his face, never finished his sentence. With his eyes wide open in disbelief, he gazed at Piper who stared directly back at him, the whites and pupils of his eyes now a lurid shade of red. “Oh, sweet Jesus…” muttered Dunstan as Piper’s desert camouflaged uniform, unable to contain his enlarging limbs and torso, began to rip open, the seams of his jacket parting, his body writhing and twisting with the agony of his transformation. With a look of intense shock running across his sweat soaked face, Piper screamed a long, mournful scream, then a terrifying roar, the likes of which Billy Dunstan had never heard before, even in his darkest nightmares.
    What was once Piper’s face, now bore a long dog like snout, with canine teeth rapidly protruding at different lengths, his ears growing to large, furred points, a mass of animal hairs sprouting swiftly, protruding from his naked, powerful body.
    With Piper’s horrific transformation continuing, Dunstan started to crawl backwards, terrified out of his wits, unable to tear his eyes from the sight of the dog like creature rising up on its furred, muscular hind legs, directly in front of him.
    The creature was well over seven feet tall, with clawed hands and feet nearly twice their normal size, its snout curled back, baring hideous, razor sharp canine teeth, its body covered in thick, dark animal hair, its tail swishing dementedly and its pointed, triangular ears twitching back and forth, hearing sounds no human could ever hear.
    For Billy Dunstan, what now stood before him, was a vision from hell! Suddenly, the beast, now growling intensely at Dunstan, threw back its head, pointed its snout to the night sky and began to howl…a long, mournful howl.
    At that precise moment Trooper Billy Dunstan knew for certain he was looking at something from the world of nightmares and legends. A creature that to him, couldn’t possibly exist…or could it? 
    As Dunstan cowered away from the werewolf standing in front of him, Chris Collins, his ammunition supply fully depleted, gripped his coveted Sykes Fairbairn Commando dagger, tossing the knife from hand to hand, glaring in defiance at the seven, well armed Iraqis surrounding him. “COME ON THEN, YOU FUCKIN’ TWATS,” he yelled, his body taut like a coiled spring.
    With hate etched in their suntanned, sweaty faces, Collins’ adversaries had grown fully confident of exacting a terrible revenge on the SAS Trooper. With a mixture of loud shouting and laughter, the Iraqis threw down their AK47 Automatic Rifles into the sand behind them and pulled out their own combat knives. “WE KILL YOU NOW BRITISH MAN! WE CUT YOU DEEP! WE MAKE YOU BLEED!”
    The tone of the lead Iraqi’s voice showed Collins they were going to enjoy carving him into pieces, as just to