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The man stood hunched over, arm drenched in blood, as he caught his breath. “Dammit.” Things weren’t going how he’d hoped. He’d meant to be careful, to avoid murdering a base full of hunters. If the government found out about this, his plan would be ruined. He tossed his head back, trying to get his red hair out of his eyes. “Better call Benn,” he mumbled to himself. If they were going to get out of this mess, they’d need a plan. He leaned himself back against the concrete wall, waiting for the ringing to stop.
“Chief?”
“Benn,” the red head began, huffing, “get the pack out. I found what I wanted.”
“Aye.” The call ended with a small click. At least that was out of the way.
The man looked down at the papers in his hand. ‘Still legible,’ he thought, looking at the blood spatters on the edges of the sheets. These reports would tell him if he’d actually found what he was looking for, so he sure hoped those scoundrel’s blood didn’t ruin them. He was sure this was the lead he’d been searching for, confident in fact. He rifled through them. “Bingo.”
As the group left the place, glass exploded. ‘No survivors,’ the red head mused. It was best to keep this under wraps anyways. He didn’t need people sticking their nose into a lycan’s business. He caught the gaze of his right hand man. “Benn.” He held the papers above his head. “Let’s move.”
“Location?” The other replied.
“Foosha.”
