Blooded fang sat in the woods he was resting in the cool afternoon breeze. When he noticed a faint humming whiny sound. Slipping quietly through the underbrush he crept to within sight of the creature. Sitting on a high branch was a young Wolf, it was from here that the humming whine was emanating.

A short man of about 5' 4" dressed in a brown leather longcoat entered the clearing and approached the pup.

"Hey Sabur! where the hell you been boy?" He grins.

The pup continues to hum to himself as he rocks back and forth in a high tree branch.

"Sab?"

The wolf looked down. "been tree."

"Hey man, like the new jacket?" Does a turn in his overcoat, which is long brown leather.

"Is nice, where get?"

As the man turns back around, two uzi's are in his hands, and he fires both at at the Pup.

the bullets ripp into the young pup as he had begun to climb down from the tree. The wolf fell to the ground, blood pouring rapidly from his bloody mangled body. Deiter could see bloody chunks of intestinal mass, and smell the scent of dung. The wound would be fatal if they were silver bullets and from the look of things the assassin new what he was doing.

"Seethe.............no.................no...............is........................spiral..............Seethe...............no...no is spiral........."

After the first two clips are spent another two are produced from the jacket pockets and loaded up. He empties these into the body truning itno into nothing more than a pulverized mass of bloody giblets. Again he reloads and this time as he empties the clips into the mess bloody chunks of dirt can be seen flying into the air. The Man reaches into his pocket, removes a knife, and separates the head from the remains of the body.

The man then gathered the Spent rounds and stashed them away to be disposed of later. Blooded Fang watched coldly as this happened he had no business in this. But he thought it cold blooded murder.

 

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