The sun had not even come up. Owen, Phyro, Sam, Jonh, Mike and Ben did not get almost any sleep as they await Cris’s orders. They were extremely close from the monster’s fortification.

Mike and Ben closely watch the building windowns for any activity. While Jonh and Sam covered the entrance.

*peaks blinds*

“What’s the man thinking, do you rekon?”

*chambering gun*

“Maybe a night raid?”

“Don’t know he was talking about a suprise.”

“Well maybe we can count on that.”

Shadows skid in the dark streets in front of the building They point their guns at It keeping close attention in their movements.

*radio static*

“Hearing you, Sam.”

“(radio)Saw that shit from up there? They are moving like crazy.”

“Well that’s good that you notice too. I thought that I was seeing shit.”

“(radio)So what now, we shoot them?”

“Calm down cowboy. Did you apply the lotion?”

“(radio) Yeah that fucking palm oil that stink like shit? What’s that all about?”

“That thing makes you almost invisible to them, so hang on.”

“(radio)Fine keep watch here with Jonh.”

*radio static*

*step step step*

Mike turns his head to see a half awake Owen and Phyro holding the main radio.

“(sleepy) I think Cris called.”

*gives to him*

“Thanks kid.”

“So are we ready to start?”

*radio static*

“Hearing you Cris.”

“(radio) I advise you to get as far as possible from any building."

“What do you mean?”

“(radio) Just for safety……..and you might want to see the show.”

“What????”

“(radio) Does’nt matter. Cruiser’s missle coming in 1 minute. this one is going to be danger close.”

*radio static*

Mike grabs Owen’s arms and picks Phyro up. Ben hearing the message too starts making a run for It.

*stomp stomp stomp*

“What the hell?!!?”

“Out!!! Out!!!!”

Preasure by the Mike and Ben’s despair they soo start running towards the street. They all soon drop to the ground covering their heads.

*air blast*

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Owen even being hold down by Mike’s hand tries his hardest to see what was going on. He looks at the sky and sees a black shadow moving fowards The fortification getting even closer with every secound.

*fireball*

*air blast boom*

*crumble crumble*

*crack crack*

The red fireball engulfed their fortification. With his sharp eyes he could see the monster’s burning and running in vain. Before Mike could make him face down he sees The fortification finally crumble.

*cough cough*

*get up*

“Let’s go boys.”

“Fucking hell what the hell was that, Mike?”

“A breach. Now let’s go.”

“Right behind you, Mike.”

“Fucking feds.”

*pats on shoulder*

“Let’s go son.”

“Yes….”

“Fuahhhhh.”

shurggring off the dust and debris from their shoulders they advence through the dust cloud towards their objective.

*step step*

*crunch

The boy looks down towards his foot seeing a half carbonized body of a werewolf grasping for air.

“Keep moving, son.”

“Yes.”

They move foward inside the barricade. The once crowed streets of foul beast are now quiet. But It was not long enough till they see moving figures.

*clank clank*

“(distant) Please stop!!!!!”

“(distant) Wrrrrah.”

Down the road they see some heavely armed werewolves poking their muzzles in the hostages’ back shoving them deep into the museum.

*drop down*

“Shoot?”

“No……too many of them.”

“What now, vet?”

“Ben and I will stay here and set up some traps. Owen, Sam and Jonh follow thouse two.

“(together) Yes sir.”

Stealthily they follow the creature towards It’s lair.They went deeper into the crumbiling halls of the museum.

*step*

*creak*

*step*

*creaaack*

“There is no one here. Did Phyro lost him?”

“Don’t worry daddy he know what he is doing.”

“Don’t know about that kid this whole place smell like-”

*boom*

*cracking glass*

they drop down covering their heads and ears. Slowly they craw foward following the little dragon

“Move up…..No time to waste here.”

*Brush off glass*

“Easy for you to say so.”

*boom*

“Huh, you just needed to go easy on the barbecue.”

*crawling*

“Hahaha!!!! You son of a bitch.”

As they move foward they could hear the gunshots and war cries coming from outside coming even closer towards them.

*sniff sniff*

“Fuah?”

“What’s the matter Phyro?”

“He lost the trail boy.”

“What we do now, Jonh?”

“Let’s look around maybe we can find something.”

As Jonh,Sam and Owen start moving to every hallway and door they could find. Strangely enough Phyro remained in place trying to hear something.

“Phyro……What you doing.”

“Fuaaaah. Fauhhhh.”

“Listen. Listen what?”

Following the strange request of his pet the boy starts doing the same. He filters out the noise and rambeling of the two men.

*inhale*

*exhale*

*step step step*

*faint growling*

“Did you hear that?”

“Fuaaaah.”

“There!!!!”

He points towards a old painting and alongside with his buddy they pry It out from the wall. Behind a narrow and dark passage way was reveal. Exited the boy comes running to tell his father and uncle.

“There!!! There daddy!!!!

Jonh picks his head inside the hole. He feels the strong ordor and immediatly pulls back.

*gulp*

“Yeah there is something in there.”

“But the hole It is to small for us boy.”

“Then, what now?”

They pause for a moment to think about the possibilities. But soon they came to the same conclusion.

*picks up*

“Go on son……We will find a another way.”

*picks up*

“Keep my son safe Phyro.”

“What about you daddy…….Uncle Sam?”

“Move foward and save thouse people kid…….Just Beep us when you find where they are hidding.”

“But…..”

*grabs shoulder*

“Be strong my son……..We will get through this and meet you on the other side.”

*holds tears back*

“Ok daddy.”

With no time to waste Owen hold in his anguish and moves foward through the narrow passage way.

“So did how do we find him now, Jonh?”

Jonh pulls out a different radio from his kit.

*radio static*

“(radio) This is eagle’s eye 2, at your disposal. vanguard”

“Can you keep me in touch with my hunter’s mark.”

“(radio)Of course just need the time interval.”

“Every five minutes.”

“(radio) Everything ready sir.”

“Thank you.”

*radio static*

“what a helicopter parent.”

“Huh, maybe your right.”

Squishing through narrow corridors and twisting paths Owen and Phyro took on audio and smell notations to find their way out.

*faint scream*

“There. To the right.”

“Fuaaaah.”

*crawling crawling*

*thud*

*tear*

*reaps*

Owen nostrious are filled with a iron smell he moves at the strange occurence. Suddenly in dark corridors rays of light break through the darkness. He peek into a hole and sees a black haired animal like arm with a dark blue tie around It’s wrist. For a moment he feels his blood boils as he sees him cleaning off It’s claw on walls after tearing a men apart.

“Wrrrar!!!!”

“Wrrrrar….”

*door slam*

Seeing the oportunity he rips through the thin vail of cloth blocking his passage. Doing this he finds himself in another hallway of the museum. Scanning around Phyro pulls his shirts showing him a exit door.

For a moment the boy ready his kit and chambers his weapon. with a deep breath he and his dragon bunch up on the side of the green door.

“Now or never…..Phyro”

“…..Fuahh.”

*opens door*