A/N: Okay a rough start but it'll get better believe me. Also I'm currently am in serious need of a beta if any one wants the position, email me.

A/n2: This is a revised Chapter

So with out any further ado

Ch. 2: Feral Tracking

It had been almost two days since he had left M's HQ and he now crossed into Franklin City. The place was buzzing with activity, so much sothat no one noticed him park his silver Viperand leap on to the roof of a two story building. Mack preferred the rooftops to the streets below; it was quieter and gave you a better view for tracking Zoanoids and criminals.

Reaching an intersection Mack stopped to view his surroundings. As he gazed across the street his eyes caughta glimpse of something flashing in the sun. Looking more closely he spies a tall girl around eighteen, withdark hair and a dark tan, as thoughjust got out of a tanning bed. Shewas wearinga long brown coat and tee shirt with jeans and boots. Mack wouldn't have given her a second glance except for the pendent she wore. It wasa single red ruby surrounded by two thin lines of silver. (A/n: Ferals unlike werewolves are not allergic to silver. They are however severely allergic to gold.) Mack thought a moment thentook out the picture from the file he had read on his way here. The girl in the picture was a little younger withshoulder length hair and a sliver tiara but even with those minor differences Mack had a good mind for features. The girl below him was Cleo Monroe, and if his files were anything to go by, her mistrusting nature would turn his approach into a very delicate operation.

Then suddenly something else caught his attention. A few blocks behind herwere two men sporting long coats and pendants similar to Cleo's. Mack could see that one was in the shape of a gold wolf's head and the other in the form of a cat's claw. Following their gaze he found them to be starring directly at Cleo. At first he thought it was two of her partners then he remembered only two of them were Weres (A/n: term applied to a being with the capacity to become part animal such as ferals and werewolves) both of them being werewolves and one being female. These, then, were Goons paid to track Cleo, but for what reason? Werewolves and ferals only worked together when it was absolutely necessary.

Mack waited silently while she passed below him, followedby the goons. They were now several paces behind trying not to not look conspicuous. Along the roof tops Mack followed keeping pace with the goons but with his eyes always focused on Cleo.

At the next corner she stopped and turned her head to look around. Her eyes told Mack thatshe knew she was being followed. He looked at her would be trackersthey seemedto befaking a conversation. Mack turned back toCleo was gazing directly at him but before he could duck she crossed the street and continued onward. Mackwas mentally kicking himself for being found out this soon decided to hang back just behind the two trackers so thatit would look like he was trailing them and not her. Sighing, he continued on.

Slowly the crowed streets started to thin and the buildings became shabby and derelict. The sun was going down and night was fast approaching. Mack's feelingthat she had been leading them all on a wild goose chase had become increasingly stronger. Whatever it was she was leading them from, Mack didn't care, he was here forher. However,keeping up the pretense he was tracking the two goons was becoming hard. As the crowd thinned they moved further back to maintain their illusion. "To hell with pretense" Mack thought and ranto catch up with her. No sooner then when he sped up,she turned down an alley way. Immediately the goonssped up too,but they found nothing she had totally vanished.

Mack normallywould have been chuckling about how she had so easily slipped by those two using an obvious sewer hatch, but he was also not happy about her disappearance. "A full days tracking wasted" he said to himself angrily. He considered transforming and taking out his aggression on the two goons, but before he could even finish his thought he was hit on the head and knocked out like a light.

The first thing Mack felt when he came to was a searing skull splitting pain in his head. When he opened his eyes he found his whole world was literally upside down. Mack looking up saw his legs bound together and tied to a sturdy oak limb his hands were bound to his sides. "Looks like I caught myself a new scratching post" said a female voice. Mack knew who it was almost immediately, Cleo. It seemed to Mack that, after givingthe goons the slip she had doubled backed to another ally, and snuck up on Mack from behind.

"Am I right to assume that I am in the presence of one Cleo Monroe?" asked Mack turning his head trying to seewhere she was.

"And if you are then what?" she retorted stepping out from behind the tree he was tied to.

As he came to, it became clearer that he was in some sort of park."And if you are then you have nothing to fear from me, I'm only here to speak with you" he stated calmly.

"If you're so harmlessthen why were you following me from the roof tops? How do I know that you weren't with those idiot Weres that were fallowing me?" she asked staring intensely at him.

"You'll just have to trust me" responded Mack returning her stare. Suddenly a roar echoed outfrom the shadows and the two Weres that were tracking her appeared. "How can I trust you when you lead them here" she said with a cold snarl as she turned to face the intruders.

Before she could attack two more jumped out and pinnedher to the ground. The others looked at him and turned back to Cleo,apparently considering her the real threat. "How wrong they would be" he laughed to himself. Mack looked up at his bonds and thanked god they were only twine and not nylon. The blast shield would vaporize it. Closing his eyes and focusing out the struggle before him he began his familiar calming technique. Silencing hisconscious self he focused on that small voice just below the surface, the small dark voice of the Guyver. Centering on that, he slowly brought it to the surface, feelinghis adrenalin pump, his heart racing, and his breathing quicken. "Itis time" he thought to himself, and opened his eyes. Those beasts that stood before him could feel the fury that blazed from them.

"GUYVER!" was all the Weres heard before the force of the blast shield threwthem all to the groundCleo included. Instantly the ropes which bound Mackvaporized into ash.The Weres watchedawe stuck at the startling change before them. Mack first was right sided with his back to them, and bursting from two small lumps at the back of his neck came several nerve-like tendrils that wrapped around him like many snakes. Slowly they began to mold to his form taking on the form of some kind of leather armor. They wrappedaround his head taking on a harder more scale like form. On his arms popped out several spikes, and a hiss came from where his mouth should be, as well as several jets of steam. Finallyand menacingly a long spike rose out of his helmet. He turned to face them.

If you told Cleo that the person she caught tracking her could scare her to death, she would have laughed and called you crazy. Now,though, it was like she was staring at something dark and powerful. His human face was covered by a fierce insect like mask with glowing eyes. He then sighed audibly which came out menacingly like a soft growl. Staringdirectly at the lead Were hesaid "I'll give you one chance leave now and I'll spare all of your lives."

The leader snarled with anger "And give up the bounty her father has on her not likely."The Werelooked Mack up and down; now that the drama of his transformation was done he thought Mack didn't look that tough. He looked more like something he would squash under his boot. "If you want her try and take her" he said and with that took a swipe at him with his clawed hand. In movements that were so quick they seemed invisible Mack grabbed his hand and snapped his wrist with a crunch. The leader staggered back cradling his now broken wrist. Enragedand letting out a roar the Lead Weremade another pounce for him. Mack quickly brought up his fist causinghis elbow mounted spikes to extend out into long swords. Once out Mack swiped at him using his blade and this time cut him in half making the Lead Were fall to the ground. Looking to three remaining Weres he asked "Anyone else?" Looking from their fallen comrade back to Mackthey got the message and quickly scattered off into the shadows.

Oncethe Weres had gone he turned his attention back to Cleo. She shirked back as he facedher. Mack lowered his arms and retracted his swords. He then leaned in with his hand out to help her up. Once she was uphe retracted the Guyver, which squelched back into his neck. Shaking off the effects he smiled at her saying"I hope I've proven my self as someone you can trust."

Cleo simply looked at him perplexed that something so powerful and deadly could at the same time also be so kind.

"You said you wished to speak with me?" she said changing the subject.

"Right to business then; Cleo, the US and Great Britain have learned of a great threat to the world and have chosen me to lead a team of unique individuals like us to stop it" he said crisply.

"But surely you are…" she beganbut Mack interrupted.

"Aloneand it will take more then me to stop it I fear. Can I ask you to join me in this mission?" Cleo thought for a moment.

"When do we leave?" Mack smiled.

"As soon as you are readyand when I remember were I parked my car" said Mack with a sheepish smile

A/n: Not my greatest work but I liked writing it. Thanks to Cinammon and Caiden McBrien for their kind reviews.

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