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Chapter VII: Wolfe
John Wolfe was not a kind man nor was he sincere. He would not treat anyone with respect unless they earned it, or were superior to him. Seeing as how these were few and far between most had to deal with his sharp tongue and sneering remarks. He was a drifter and a rogue, but when it came to getting the job done he was the man to call. He never failed a mission and he always cleaned up the mess. His enhanced abilities were a bonus too.
Now he stalked his way through the sterile halls of the laboratory with a scowl on his face and a snarl on his lips. He walked past the fretting secretary and paused as an intimidating set of heavy oak doors barred his way from his destination. He simply kicked them open with a grunt and stormed into the lofty office. "This better be good," He hissed as he loomed in front of a regal looking desk. The back of the chair faced him.
"It is," A voice reassured, "And you will be paid well if you simply do this one job for me." John was quiet for a moment. He narrowed his eyes as he growled, "How much?" There was a chuckle, and then, "Enough to live comfortably for a long time." Now that caught his attention. He ran his calloused fingers through his shaggy chestnut hair as he said, "Go on."
"It's quite simple really. All I need for you to do is to capture Experiment 223, bring her back alive in one piece, and then you get your money." John considered this for a moment before snarling, "What's the catch?" Another chuckle. "Clever mercenary, aren't you?" The voice mused before replying, "She is guarded by highly advanced technological beings that can crush you with their pinky." Silence.
John's chocolate eyes shimmered as a coy smile worked its way on his lips. A low chuckle rumbled in his throat as he sneered, "So you finally figured out how to make the perfect soldier, but looks like the bitch took off before you could make more." A barking laugh passed over his chapped lips as he purred, "So now I get to play dog catcher, and I'm guessin'…" Here his eyes lit up, "That there is more to my job than meets the eye."
"Yes."
A manic look came across his face as he said, "Good. I'll do it. Give me all the shit I need and I'll go get the whelp." He turned to leave, but stopped to say, "And don't try any funny business on me." His eyes narrowed as he growled, "Cause if you try I'm gonna use your own innards to hang you with." Then an easy going smile flashed on his face as he said cheerfully, "See ya later!" John Wolfe spun on his heel and left the office.
A sigh. "That man." The man shook his head and then looked out the large bay window. "Soon, little girl, soon," He murmured.