Thank you ever so much for sticking with me. I still have a block on this one but I promise to update it once a week. If the block goes away, I'll do it more often. I don't know that there will be that many more chapters to this one. But a sequel is a strong possibility. I have to deal with the werewolves after all. ;) I'm sorry that this update is so short but it was all that would come out and it seemed like a good place to stop.

Thanks again to my faithful reviewers. You know I love you!!!

Susanne

CHAPTER TWENTY NINE

From his vantage point, Jonas relayed the information quickly to the other members of his unit. From the way the shadows were moving it didn't appear as if they wanted to take over the ship. The helicopter continued to hover ten feet off the side of the vessel.

The shadows were moving silently, as if the whole thing had been well planned. While he watched, Jonas noticed that they were concentrating on the storage containers. That didn't make a lot of sense to him until he realized they were looking for something or someone in particular.

"Get Andrew out of there," Jonas growled into his mouth piece. They were looking for the young scientist. He'd found a cure as well as a weapon that worked a little too well on them. Now Jonas had no doubt that the soldiers were werewolves. "Use the silver bullets and aim for the eyes."

OOOOO

That last statement sent shivers through Bob's body. He'd been hoping that the boarders were pirates. There had been a lot of that going on in recent months. The fact that they were searching for Andrew told him otherwise. Quickly, Bob rose from his crouch and darted across to the container where the young scientist's RV was parked.

Opening the large metal doors just enough to slip in, Bob made his way in the dark toward the lighted interior of the RV. Pulling the side door open, Bob cautiously stepped inside. It didn't appear that anyone had gotten this far yet but he wasn't going to take the chance. His gun gripped tightly in his left hand, Bob came around the corner. Andrew nearly dropped the petri dish he'd been holding over a flame, in surprise.

Bob held a finger up to his lips, indicating that the younger man stay quiet. Nodding his head in understanding, Andrew turned off the gas to the Bunsen burner and carefully placed the glass dish on the counter. Motioning to the tall, lanky young man, Bob told him to take off his white lab coat. It would stand out like a beacon.

Once he was convinced Andrew was dressed properly to go on deck in the cold, sea air. They may be out there for a while and he didn't want the kid blowing their position because his teeth were chattering. Checking carefully, Bob caught hold of the kid with his right hand and led him out of the RV and the container. He wanted to get back to Dean, Sam and Nick. They would be the next things the werewolves were looking for, of that he was sure.

"What's going on?" Andrew asked quietly. The fear rolling off the man was infectious, especially since Andrew knew the man rarely got scared. The deck of the ship was dark. He had to trust the other man to know where he was going because the scientist couldn't see more than a few feet in front of his face.

"We're being boarded. I want to make sure the others are safe," Bob whispered over his shoulder. Sporadic gunfire broke off to their left. Crouching lower, Bob dragged the scientist into the first portal he could find. They needed to get below and to the others ASAP.

OOOOO

The first indication that something was wrong was the muffled sound of gun fire. Instantly alert, Derek and Bobby armed themselves and took up positions on either side of the door. Dean, Nick and Sam were awake instantly. "What's going on?" Nick asked quietly. He was still sore beyond anything he'd ever felt before but if it came down to fighting, he had no doubt he could hold his own. Against humans.

"We're not sure," Derek admitted. He was scanning the hallway outside the window on the door but all seemed quiet. The gun fire was still very sporadic so it was hard to figure out where it was coming from and how many people were involved.

"One of us should go check," Bobby stated. He hated not knowing what was going on.

Just then, Bob and Andrew appeared in the hallway and then in front of the door. Slipping inside, Bob scanned the five worried faces and felt a little calmer. They were all here. That was a bonus at this point.

"We've been boarded. My unit and the ship's crew are using Andrew's bullets to try to repel them. I've been ordered to stay down here with you until the all clear signal is given," Bob informed them as Andrew shakily sat down on foot of Nick's bed. He hated feeling helpless but he hated feeling like a target even more.

The bunk room was crowded. If anyone did get this far it would make hand to hand combat very difficult. However, the passage outside the door went to the right and the left and Bob wasn't prepared to leave the others undefended. He knew the hunters and the Legacy members were perfectly capable of defending themselves but Bob was too used to depending on himself and the other members of his unit.

"Is it the werewolves?" Sam asked. The convulsions had slowed to a crawl. He felt a little more like his usual self but still incredibly weak. It was even worse than when the Legacy had removed his demon blood. He hadn't thought that was possible.

"Yes," Bob replied. He had the door open and was anxiously scanning both ways. On his ear piece he could listen to the conversations of the other members of his unit. The firefight was becoming intense. The werewolves had discovered anew that they were vulnerable to Andrew's rounds and they didn't like it.

"We could go help," Bobby suggested. He didn't like being treated like a liability.

"Jonas will let us know if he thinks he needs help," Bob stated. All they could do at the moment was wait.

OOOOO

The fight was beginning to turn their way. Jonas and his men were running a flanking position against the werewolves. The rounds Andrew had created were very effective, especially when used in a head shot. The fact that the werewolves could die had sent them into a bit of a tizzy. It caused them to retreat at first.

Jonas noticed that one of the werewolves did not seem to be quite as primitive as the others. He was clearly the leader. If they could take him out, chances were the other minions would retreat permanently. Unfortunately, the other werewolves used their own bodies to protect him. That meant taking out nearly all of them first.

"How many more of them are there?" Mac grated from Jonas' right.

"Too many," Charlie responded. He'd been keeping track of the number of rounds they had left. They were running out.

"Concentrate on the one that keeps hanging in the background. Mac, you take pot shots at the helicopter with regular rounds," Jonas instructed. He and Charlie moved so they had a better vantage point and continued to take random shots. For his part, Mac moved around to the other side of the wheel house, switched out the magazine in his gun and began taking shots.

The helicopter that had been sitting quietly along the side of the vessel began to take evasive manoeuvres when Mac began shooting at it. That seemed to unnerve the werewolves that were left. The fact that the leader of the expedition realized he was being targeted didn't help. Finally, giving up, he called the half breeds that were left to return to the helicopter. They were going to have to go about this in another way.

OOOOO

"They're gone," Bob announced. He could see the other men visibly relax, much as he had. Nick had gotten his protesting body up into a sitting position. He glanced around at Dean and Sam. Both of the Winchesters were pale but Dean looked like he was ready to rip someone apart.

"Good, now what?" Dean growled. He was tired of lying around on the bunk. Some of his energy had returned and left him full of nervous energy. He hopped out of his bunk and checked on his brother. Sam didn't seem to be handling the forced rest any better than he was. At the moment, Dean's kid brother looked like a spoiled three year old. He had his arms folded across his chest and Dean could have sworn that Sam's bottom lip was sticking out.

"We get the hell home," Bob replied. They were over half way there. Now that Sam seemed to be on the mend, he just wanted to get back on American soil as soon as they could.

"Sounds good to me," Bobby growled. "How fast can this tub go?"