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He looked around the room, or at least what he could see of it. He really didn't mind being shot at, chased down, or stabbed, but these damned humans could be so persistent. Ecspecially when they wanted you dead.
Fortunatley they didn't know taht he was Garou. The just thought he was another punk off the streets that owed them money. Next time he wouldn't bother Little China's mob scene.
He got up from the blanket he'd been thrown on. Other then that, the room seemed sparse. Max walked to the door and wiggled the know.
Before he tired it, he had figured it'd be locked, so he wasn't all that surprised. He backed up and got ready to ramb the door.
As he flew threw the door, he was surprised at how flimsy it was. It had just buckled under his weight.
He looked down the hall and muttered something about mansions. He ran a little down the halls, smiling at the sound of his boots.
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She watched Max come crashing out of the cell and laughed. There was no way he was ever going to be able to get through all of her guards. She nodded and her personal body guard hit a button on the control panel and warning klaxons blarred on through the mansion.
The guard left and other monitors showed signs of the many guards surrounding the punk. She knew he would never escape this mansion, then she saw something horrilbe. Her face turned from a smile into a look of horror....
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Max had heard the klaxons blarring and figured he had no chance. So instead of run around in his human form he shifted into his man-wolf form. That bitch probably had her guards surrounding him at this exact moment.
He had grown an extra 3 feet, and added some weight, so this would make him more deadly. He heard the footsteps of the guards coming closer and he hid behind a pillar. After all, no matter what they did, they would never stop a black furred, fang and clawed, killing machine.
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The first guard never saw it coming. He flew to teh ground as his face connected to Max's arm. Now he laid there, dead because of a broken neck.
The second guard had a little more caution then his companion. He saw the arm, and stopped running holding the Colt up, waiting to shoot at whatever it was.
Seconds later she was sprawled on the floor, his life ebbing out of him, his intestines and blood all over the place. Max ran down another hall and never saw the bullets coming.
The nine guards at the end of the hall didn't stop shooting until they saw him fly into the wall behind him, and a pool of blood fomr around him. They sent the youngest of the their number to see if it was still alve. It looked like it was, its chest was moving up and down shallowy, even after several clips of 9mm parb had eaten into eats flesh.
Finally the kid poked him with the business end of a glock a few times. Max didn't move at all, so he turned around and smiled, but never knew those were his last moments.
The Garou killed the rest of the guards as easily as he had the kid. But only one was left standing. She was leaning against a wall wearing a black jumpsuit, with a knife and a SIG P-220 straped to her waist. If he could smile, he would have, as he nuzzled her with his nose.
He looked around the room, or at least what he could see of it. He really didn't mind being shot at, chased down, or stabbed, but these damned humans could be so persistent. Ecspecially when they wanted you dead.
Fortunatley they didn't know taht he was Garou. The just thought he was another punk off the streets that owed them money. Next time he wouldn't bother Little China's mob scene.
He got up from the blanket he'd been thrown on. Other then that, the room seemed sparse. Max walked to the door and wiggled the know.
Before he tired it, he had figured it'd be locked, so he wasn't all that surprised. He backed up and got ready to ramb the door.
As he flew threw the door, he was surprised at how flimsy it was. It had just buckled under his weight.
He looked down the hall and muttered something about mansions. He ran a little down the halls, smiling at the sound of his boots.
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She watched Max come crashing out of the cell and laughed. There was no way he was ever going to be able to get through all of her guards. She nodded and her personal body guard hit a button on the control panel and warning klaxons blarred on through the mansion.
The guard left and other monitors showed signs of the many guards surrounding the punk. She knew he would never escape this mansion, then she saw something horrilbe. Her face turned from a smile into a look of horror....
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Max had heard the klaxons blarring and figured he had no chance. So instead of run around in his human form he shifted into his man-wolf form. That bitch probably had her guards surrounding him at this exact moment.
He had grown an extra 3 feet, and added some weight, so this would make him more deadly. He heard the footsteps of the guards coming closer and he hid behind a pillar. After all, no matter what they did, they would never stop a black furred, fang and clawed, killing machine.
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The first guard never saw it coming. He flew to teh ground as his face connected to Max's arm. Now he laid there, dead because of a broken neck.
The second guard had a little more caution then his companion. He saw the arm, and stopped running holding the Colt up, waiting to shoot at whatever it was.
Seconds later she was sprawled on the floor, his life ebbing out of him, his intestines and blood all over the place. Max ran down another hall and never saw the bullets coming.
The nine guards at the end of the hall didn't stop shooting until they saw him fly into the wall behind him, and a pool of blood fomr around him. They sent the youngest of the their number to see if it was still alve. It looked like it was, its chest was moving up and down shallowy, even after several clips of 9mm parb had eaten into eats flesh.
Finally the kid poked him with the business end of a glock a few times. Max didn't move at all, so he turned around and smiled, but never knew those were his last moments.
The Garou killed the rest of the guards as easily as he had the kid. But only one was left standing. She was leaning against a wall wearing a black jumpsuit, with a knife and a SIG P-220 straped to her waist. If he could smile, he would have, as he nuzzled her with his nose.