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PROLOGUE
“I SAW A WEREWOLF WITH A CHINESE MENU IN HIS HAND,
WALKING THROUGH THE STREETS OF SOHO IN THE RAIN.”
Warren Zevon 1978
The Grath walked quietly down the alley. It
was to his benefit that he couldn’t feel fear, couldn’t
feel anything, because if he could he’d be afraid.
He turned his head at the soft noise. Too
late! The creature leapt from the darkness. The Grath
swung his weapon up and fired, missing horribly.
Large teeth tore into his hand, shredding it. The
weapon dropped from his mangled hand.
Springing backward the creature crouched in
the rain.
“I’ve been looking for you,” he said, his
breath visible in the night, red eyes aglow.
The Grath ignored the pain in his now
useless hand and eyed the creature. Glancing to the
side he saw his weapon on the ground.
“Go ahead,” said the creature. “I won’t stop
you.”
The Grath paused and stared through
squinting eyes. With a deep laugh he dove for it.
Coming up with the weapon in his left hand he spun
around…and was alone.
“What the…?”
From the roof above the creature softly
dropped down behind the Grath. Powerful hands
gripped the Grath by the head and an audible snap
was heard.
The Lycaon looked down at the lifeless body
and said, “I could go for some chow mein right about
now…”
© 2007 Ed Teixeira – Two Hour Wargames
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