Chapter 11
Target Practice
Anderson 2.0 stood in the trees, his hand to his earpiece, perfectly aware that Wolf was behind him. He was still in Fang mode. Time to morph. His skin twisted and became lighter. The hair turned brown and receded. His eyes changed to a vibrant blue, only to be quickly covered with his pair of sunglasses that he magically whicked out of his pocket.
" Estimate: three miles from the Institute for Higher Aptitude. Dispatch my team immediately. Experiments include two avian hybrids, one lupine hybrid, and...one Avian-Lupine hybrid," he informed the Eraser on the other end of the line. He stopped talking and turned his attention to Wolf. " Good evening, Wolf," he sneered with mock politeness. He registered the fact he was in full Eraser mode now. This was going to be fun. He raised an eyebrow. " You couldn't have hidden somewhere less obvious?" he said with a smirk. he leaped off the tree branch, landing softly in front of Anderson. Then...Wolf! Seems that Rayne had come looking for her little friend. This was going to be more fun than expected. He glanced back at Anderson. Then he lashed out with a lightining quick side kick. Anderson bent over backwards, the kick whooshing by over his head. He quickly came back to a standing position and went into a punch. Wolf easily dodged. Anderson was just biding his time. Time to up the stakes. Anderson reached into his suitcoat and grasped the Desert Eagle in his shoulder holster.
Anderson fired. The rough bark of the .50AE bullets being discharged from the gun ripped through the peaceful forest air. He emptied the clip, knowing that the sound would draw his real prey nearer. Wolf's claws went out. He sprinted towards Anderson. Wolf faked a punch to the left and swiped at Anderson's face. The claw split his cheek, just under his sunglasses. Anderson came back with a powerful uppercut to Wolf's jaw. He yelped and stumbled back. Anderson brought up two fingers to the cut. He glanced at silvery-red blood. He had hit him again. His eyes narrowed to slits. Finally... he thought, shoving another clip in the Desert Eagle's chamber.
" You're not going to be able to hurt me, and you know it," Wolf said cockily. Anderson just pulled back the catch with a sinister click. " Let's see you try," he smirked. How incredibly stupid.
" Very well then," Anderson answered. He brought up the gun to Wolf. Then he swung his arm slightly to the left and emptied the clip. The magnum rounds sped through the air, ripping into her chest. The was no way that she could have survived. No way in hell.