Bryce Cameron: Nickname Wolf

When Spike bolted out the CSIS building, Bryce Cameron, Australian SAS was hot on his tail. Super Geek didn't notice for he was focused on his mission to get to his loved ones. His attention narrowed to that singular goal, get his ass to the Pet Hospital. NOW. He wanted to be there half an hour ago.

Bryce followed three cars back, he knew there was trouble, what he didn't care to know. All he was aware of was this man called Spike won't be alive to tell the tale if he didn't get his ass in gear. The SAS man also knew when he needed help. He didn't know the "terrain" of Toronto. He was an outback man, a desert man, a trench man; he was rarely ever assigned to urban warfare. He called his little sister Billy. Between brother and sister, they didn't do amenities, it was straight to business, "Billy, you know where Spike lives?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Get there NOW, it's a hunch… but be careful , there could be trouble. Promise me you won't do anything stupid. Recce only and call for back-up. Understood?"

"Yeah, understood."

"What did I tell you to do?"

"Reece only and call for backup."

"And don't do anything stupid."

"Me, do anything stupid? When did I ever?" They both laughed and said, "I love you" at the same time.

Billy changed into her burglar suit Raf was watching, oh yeah, every time she got changed into that , there's trouble. So Raf did what he'd always did to protect Reckless Billy, "I'm comin with you."

"No, you can't."

"Well, I'm comin or you're shootin your way out of my place."

So Raf came along. In the car, Billy told Raf what she knew. "So what made you think Spike's in trouble." Billy looked at Raf disbelievingly, "Seriously? You need me to spell it out to you. My brother is a Black Operative, when he's in town, there's trouble. There's no two ways about it."

When Spike got to his place with Winnie and found the curtains drawn, that was Billy and Raf just finishing their business, tying up two thugs sent to get Spike. When Yoh-Lin heard from the police scanner, he thought, two down, how many to go? It's anybody's guess. But CSIS has already prepped emergency services, anything to do with one Michaelangelo Scarlatti, everything and anything, patch it to RCMP, Anti-Terror Unit, it's just protocol.

Anti-Terror Units around the world, from America to Timbuktu didn't do Respect, Protect, Connect. Time was in short supply so the two thugs were taken for some lovin and some carin, and sent where accommodation, medical services and food would be free for the rest of their natural lives.

Bryce Cameron passed Special Forces selection 12 years ago as a young 25 year old Trooper. It was all he ever wanted to be. By the time he joined the Australian Infantry two older brothers had joined the military service, following a long line of tradition. Eventually, two more brothers would follow suit, and a little sister called Billy.

There was only one known Australian wolf, the Thylacine, also known by their common names Tasmanian Tiger or Tasmanian Wolf. The last known Thylacine died in Hobart zoo in 1936 and is said to be extinct. Bryce chose the nickname Wolf for himself and he stayed true to character.

Five years ago, he was assigned to protect a Somalian bush hospital ran by a lone French doctor with Medecins san Frontieres (Doctor without Borders). Dr Michelle Bouvier was ten years older but he couldn't help falling in love with her. She was brave and kind and soft spoken and had a beautiful laughter. And he loved the way she spoke English.

He loved her but he wasn't allowed by his uniform and his sworn duty to become romantically involved with someone he was protecting, so he loved her from a distance. But she knew, and he knew that she knew. It was a love so deep that he was prepared to disobey orders should it come, and came it did. He was the Commander of the six men unit assigned to protect the Somalian bush hospital. One day they were instructed to take her out and leave everyone behind. He knew she wouldn't, and if she wouldn't, he couldn't. And since Special Forces teams operated on an "all for one and one for all" basis, he asked his men if they were willing to extract everyone, to a man, they said they did.

His team comprised of two Foreign French Legionnaire, two Brits SAS, and two Australian SAS that included himself. They trekked 300 klicks from the bush hospital to Dadaab in Kenya where UNHCR was operating the biggest refugee camps in the world. On the trek with them were 30 people, 10 of them children under 5. They moved on foot with a baby boy of 12 months strapped to his back.

They only engaged hostiles once; a group of bandits after women and boys to turn into boy soldiers; when the firefights was over, Dr Bouvier laid dying on the grounds of the Somalian desert just 25 bloody klicks to the Kenyan border. Before she passed away, she made him promise to take the refugees across to safety, he fulfilled the promise but Lance-Corporal Bryce Cameron was never the same.

The 12 month old boy was named Rajo, the Somali word for HOPE. Right now, at this very hour, Rajo would be playing Australian footy with his mates. He's growing up to be a Cameron, in the Australian outback somewhere in the middle of Queensland. Six year old Rajo has only ever called Bryce "Dad". The only living memory he has of the most beautiful creation God has ever made, Dr Michelle Bouvier. Lance-Corporal Cameron has but one dream left in him, Rajo would never see war.

Now, this SAS Man was fighting the good fight with people he never even knew existed until two weeks ago when he got his assignment. He followed Spike from CSIS, to the Pet Hospital, to his home and now to Winnie's apartment. In the dark was a shadow. The shadow was laying in wait for Spike. No, there were shadows. Two of them… Spike came out of the house, jumped in his car, drove off and the shadows followed but the Shadow Chaser wasn't far behind.

The hunt continues.