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cannot
remember her name, but I had grand visions of making love to that
sweet woman as Worm Wood rained death down on the planet. I was
planning on going out with a bang, so to speak. That’s ruined,
thanks to you, Sir Mercenary, but there is still my death to look
forward to. I’ll give you this one opportunity to exit the vehicle,
at once, and leave me in peace.”
    “ Well, partner,” Dutch
told him with a laugh, holding up the shotgun. “I reckon I’m the
one with the gun here…”
    Dutch started to say
something else but was speechless as the man in front of him, a man
he was sure was just that, began to transform. The man’s face bean
to elongate, his teeth growing. His arms grew in not just length,
but girth, and muscles tearing through the expensive suit. Brown
hair began sprouting all over the man, growing wildly. His entire
body elongated and he grew in the limo’s seat.
    “ Well I’ll be damned,”
Dutch said, awed. “I guess werewolves are real.”
    “ Do you fear me now, Sir
Mercenary?” the beast growled at him. Its voice was deep and
guttural and sounded much like a dog attempting speech. It was hard
to make out but it sent jolts of primal fear racing up and down
Dutch’s spine.
    He pulled the
trigger.
    The wolf dodged to the
right, but in the closed confines of the limo it was hard to
escaped the blast of silver buckshot. The flying silver caught the
wolf in the abdomen, slamming it back into the seat. It howled so
loud that the windows in the limo splintered and shattered. Smoke
poured from the creature’s wounds. Dutch took the opportunity to
crush the capsule in his hand watching as a silver mist filled the
cabin. The wolf was locked in place, unable to move. It growled at
him nevertheless.
    “ I will kill you, Sir
Mercenary.”
    “ You might,” Dutch said,
pulling the silver blades from the hidden pockets in his coat and
laying them out on the seat next to him. “I have no doubts, now,
about your kind.” Everything had changed for him in an instant. He
wasn’t the sort of man to look at what his eyes saw and not believe
it. “You probably shouldn’t have shown me that little trick. I
thought the Father was full of it. But now? Now I have more than a
job. I have a mission.”
    The wolf convulsed in the
seat, the silver mist very painful. Its fur smoked and it howled at
him again.
    “ Right up to the point you
turned into a giant puppy dog I was convinced I was just doing this
to pass the time. One last bang, you know? I had no illusions. I
might live through the night in his bunker, I might not. But now…
your kind, all that crap the Father told me. It’s all true. And
your kind is coming, isn’t it? After Worm Fall you’re going to bury
the survivors in blood.”
    Bright light filled the
night time sky. Dutch had to force himself not to look up as the
first of the nuclear missiles slammed into Wormwood, knowing the
wolf would use his distraction against him. Never mind the fact
that looking at a blinding nuclear explosion wasn’t particularly
good for the eyes.
    “ Party’s starting. How
about you turn back into a man and we head to church? Pray for our
souls and all that sort of stuff? No?”
    The beast howled in pain,
his muscles contorting reflexively, trying to squirm away from the
silver death floating in the limo’s cabin. The mist singed its fur.
The beast leaned forward, reaching across the cabin, and knocked
the shotgun away. It picked Dutch up by the neck and shoved him
through the open sunroof, standing beside him. The wolf, its fur
burning, held the mercenary above his head like a
basketball.
    “ Come on now, champ,”
Dutch began, “let’s talk about this.”
    The wolf rose to its full
height, nearly eight feet, and tossed Dutch across the street like
a child’s toy. He landed in a roll, losing the shotgun somewhere in
the mix. The beast didn’t so much as exit the limo as he destroyed
it, pushing through the roof in a shower of sparks and