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It will tear me up break me down.

Nate and (reluctantly) Sophie entered the warehouse after Eliot. They were just in time to see the hitter smacked on the back of the head with an unidentifiable object. Pulling out the handgun he brought, Nate pointed it at the man. Sophie stood behind Nate looking determined but actually terrified under her charade. The man started to laugh over Eliot's unconscious form and turned toward the two.

"You know, I had a much better plan than this. To kill your pet bodyguard. To capture and eventually kill the two nosy little rug-rats. And hold your lovely girlfriend as collateral. Then I could exact my revenge. Have a hold over the great Nathan Ford."

Nate looked at the man in confusion but then it hit him. He knew this man. Or he knew his brother for that matter. The brother that died in his arms, on his watch. Nate lowered his gun in horrible realization.

"Moscow."

The man tilted his head to the side ever so slightly and smirked. His eyes glinted with murderous desire.

"Ah. So he does remember. May I monologue? Fill in the clueless pup?"

Sophie looked between the man and Nate.

"Nate. What is this about?"

The man laughed again at the oblivious woman.

"Oh please. Let me. You see, I had a typical childhood. Loving parents and a brother I would die for. Well that and the whole changing into a gigantic wolf every month. But anyways, I grew up like everyone else as did my brother. We kept in touch through the years as we drifted to different professions. I, to my meat packing plant, perfect cover for a werewolf in case you were wondering, and my brother in insurance investigations. Sound familiar? Amazing how paths cross. Anyways, my brother happened to be investigating a same lead as Mr. Ford here and well, they partnered to take them down. Unfortunately, only one came out alive. Interesting how he was killed by a silver bullet, the only thing that could kill him. How does that happen Mr. Ford?"

Nate looked speechless as he was scrambling for an inkling of a response.

"I... I didn't know... We were ambushed. Both of us were shot but... I couldn't stop the bleeding. The bullet hit his heart. I'm sorry. Your brother was a good man."

The man looked at Nate, piercing him with his predator eyes. His demeanor took on a rigid and tiring look.

"I've waited so long, thinking of what I was going to do to the man that watched my brother die, responsible for my little brothers involvement. It wasn't until after I finished ripping out the throats of the shooters that I realized though. I was going to take my time with you, savor the last tie to my brothers demise, the one who could have and should have protected him. Now the opportunity has come."

The man looked behind him at the still unconscious forms of the hacker, thief, and hitter. He continued his monologue, using his time leisurely.

"Although I must say, you didn't make it easy. Your team here is better for trouble than anything else. Especially your little mutt there."

The man gestured down to the unconscious hitter and seemed to be contemplating something in his head.

Nate's sympathetic gaze was replaced with a determined one.

"Leave them out of this. It's just you and me."

The man didn't even look at Nate and continued like the mastermind didn't even speak at all.

"He was the first target. Wipe out your mutt and the team would crumble in despair. The flea was more work than he was worth though. Did he tell you how I lost my eye? No? Little pest slashed me a few days ago. Left him with a present though, thought he would surely bleed out. But no, now I have a newly turned mutt to off as well as the rest of your team. And I'm going to make you watch."

Nate, finally losing it, fired his gun and hit the man right in his stomach. Crumpling over, silence filled the warehouse. Then that sickening laugh came from the man. He stood up straight and Sophie could see the blood starting to cover the mans shirt. He looked down at himself and acted surprised, even letting out a shocked gasp.

"Oh! You shot me!"

Nate stared dumbfounded at the man. He didn't believe in werewolves. Never saw one, didn't even believe Eliot when he said that's what attacked him. He wasn't as easily pulled into something that far fetched unlike Parker, Hardison, and Sophie. Now however, he was definitely questioning his sanity as he was thinking werewolf might not be so far fetched.

The mans laugh came out again as he looked down at his wound.

"Well now I hadn't had a tickle like that in a while. You should try carrying silver around though. Might make this more of an equal fight."

The mans laughter was cut short as he was suddenly on the ground. It seemed that while the man was monologuing, Eliot had time to come to. The hitter was currently holding down the man by his throat, choking out his life. However the man kicked off Eliot, sending him flying into a beam at least ten feet away. Getting up, the man growled in annoyance and headed for the hitter. Taking the opportunity, Sophie came to Parker and Hardison, freeing them from their bonds. Nate meanwhile was using the last of his bullets to slow down the deranged man and help ensure the teams escape. Sophie awoke Parker and Hardison with a few jolting slaps and once aware, the trio joined back with Nate, all watching the battle raging between Eliot and the man. Between a few punches, the hitter yelled.

"Nate! Get them outta here! I got this! Go!"

Nate, looking at the team and how many bullets he put into the man, reluctantly decided Eliot could do what he claimed. Once the team was out of sight, the hitter began his real fighting. Something he usually held back for the teams sake. Looking actually ferocious, Eliot caught the mans wrist as he came in for another punch. Wrenching the man's arm sideways, Eliot also applied pressure and heard the satisfying sound of cracking bones. Grinning, the hitter watched the man scream. His fun was short lived though as the man growled low and slashed his other hand across Eliot's face. Letting go out of disorientation, the hitter realized his face was bleeding profusely. Looking over at the man gave the hitter confirmation on how his face was bleeding. Right where nails should be, the man had long black claws. Looking up at Eliot after holding his injured wrist, the mans eyes shone black and his grin flashed a nice set of fangs. The hitter cursed to himself and got in a fighting stance, preparing for a real beat down.