1 Week 2 days
"Change of plans gentlemen." Milton's voice comes over the speaker phone. "What do you mean change of plans? We've been hiding out in this shit town for over a week waiting on you. Then you call and say the exchange has been moved to Arizona. We drove through the night to get here. Now you're telling me to move again?." The leader exclaims angrily just as his watch starts to beep. "We've only got one dose left of the serum." He points at the other hunter and snaps his fingers pointing angrily at Paul who is tied to a steel ladder bolted to a wall. Paul rolls his head to the side groaning softly barely conscious after the beating he'd received in the van. "You should be far enough from Beacon Hills now that they won't be able to detect you. Unless of course they have fanned out in different directions searching." Milton says seemingly bored. "Why is the exchange being moved again?" The leader demands. "The buyer while quite interested is also very concerned with being discovered by either law enforcement or the pack. They want the exchange to happen a bit further from Beacon Hills. The have assured me the new exchange point is secure and will be the final change made to the plan." "You know if they want to pay just a little extra we could take out that pack then it wouldn't matter." The second hunter says. You can practically hear Milton's eyes roll in his tone of voice. "From what I understand you're down a man. Do you really think the two of you could stand up to a powerful close knit pack and two enraged mates?" "The hunter opens his mouth to speak when Milton continues. " And the local hunters, and the police." Both hunters fall silent. "Gentlemen we are wasting time. Please proceed to the address I just sent you. The more distance you put between you and the pack the better." "How far away do we have to be?" The leader asks taking Paul by the chin and lifting his face. He glares at Paul's unfocused unresponsive eyes before shoving his head dismissively. "Difficult to say given his unique abilities. May be quite far. There may be no limit to their ability to track him. Or the serum may have been moot hundreds of miles behind you. NO way to know. Meet you at the rendezvous. Don't be late." With that the call ends.
The hunter fumes for a moment. Paul whimpers softly drawing his attention. Slowly a smile forms and he opens one of the zippered pockets on his pants. Pulling Paul's phone out and inserting the battery he chuckles. "What do you have in mind?" The other hunter asks nervously watching the phone boot up. "It was rude of us to leave California without giving his pack a chance to say goodbye don't you think?" He pulls a cable from another pocket and points to a laptop on a nearby counter. "Hook me up and bounce me so I can say hello."
1 Week 4 days
"You're Milton aren't you?" Paul says straining to look up at the well dressed man who is speaking quietly with his captors and some newcomers. From where Paul was dumped on a foul smelling couch he has to arch his back to see the supernatural problem solver. "Quiet." The Scottish hunter snaps at him. "Gentlemen our business is complete. Again my apologies for delay in securing a buyer for our friend here. The demand was fairly high and it took longer than expected in reaching top dollar. As requested 50% in cash and 50% spread to various accounts." Milton hands the men a small USB Flash drive. "Documents of those transactions." With a slight bow of his head Milton turns to leave. "You're not leaving until we've verified this." The second hunter says harshly. With a heavy sigh Milton turns back to the two men. "Gentlemen I am known by reputation to be honest. Were I not, my career would be very short indeed. This is not a back alley drug deal. I am not a low level street thug. I will not place myself at further risk by standing here while you count your money. I have honored our arrangement to the letter. Good day." With another tip of his head Milton turns to leave.
"Hope they paid you enough for you to go far far away." Paul says through clenched teeth as he strains against his ropes and suffers from his injuries. His face is covered in dried blood and his voice uneven and weak. "Peter let you go. He let you live. He has a special hatred for those who do his pack harm. When he finds out your part in this…" Paul coughs the spasms causing him to wince in pain. "You'd best hope my mates find you first." "Where you're going you won't be telling anyone anything." The second hunter laughs before kicking Paul viciously in the face. Paul sags as consciousness leaves him.
"Hey!" One of the newcomers snaps. "He belongs to me now. Back off!" All of the men tense as hands move towards weapons. "Easy now fellas." One of the new men, apparently the leader speaks up. "We've all got what we came here for. These men have been paid for the work they did, we have our item. Let's not mess things up when we're so close to going our separate ways." "Agreed!" The Scot says cheerfully. "He's your problem now. We'll be on our way." The two hunters turn and leave the room leaving the others. The group of 5 men appear to be mostly security. Heavily armed and vigilant while two others wear suits. The one who had spoken in Paul's defense crouches down. Pulling a small pen light out of his breast pocket he quickly checks the unconscious man's eyes. "Dose." He says without turning around. The other suited man steps forward pulling a syringe from a case similar to the one the hunters had. Drawing a large amount of green liquid from a vial he injects Paul gently in the arm. "He appears to be Ok. Pretty beat up. Knight won't be happy." The 2nd man says. "As many times as he's likely been knocked unconscious by those animals we'll be lucky if there is no permanent damage." The first man says. "Ok grab him and lets go." When two of the men begin to man handle Paul the man speaks up angrily. "Gently! He is one of a kind.
Paul is loaded gingerly in the back of a van and placed on a stretcher. The two suited men and one of the guards climbs in the van where another man is looking over Paul. "He is in pretty bad shape." He says. "Clean him up and keep him alive." The first suited man says before looking over his shoulder at the driver.. "Lets go." The rest of the men climb in a second van and follow as they race away from the building.
The doctor scoffs and sighs at the guard secures Paul to the gurney. "Is that really necessary? He's not in any condition to put up a fight." "He took out one of the hunters guarding him. Just because he is human doesn't mean he can't fight. He's been living with wolves for quite sometime. He likely has had training." One of the suited men. "Well work around me." The doctor says opening a medical kit and working to clean Paul's blood caked face. He works in silence for several minutes muttering and tsking at all of Paul's injuries. "He's severely dehydrated." He says to no one in particular setting up an intravenous drip to get some fluids into his patient. Pulling Paul's shirt up to examine him further he shakes his head at all the cuts bruises and scars. "No stranger to pain I see." The second suited man says. Looking up from his phone the first suited man studies Paul for a moment. "Mmmm yes. It's in his file."
"I wonder what his pack is going through without him." The second man says looking at Paul's slack battered face.