2: Observation

Viper's attention was drawn by the sound of what he knew were human weapons. He had them fired at him enough to know them without fail. What he had not known was that humans were even in the facility. This would add more excitement to his hunt. He was sent to do a job but would not pass up the opportunity to entertain himself and see how the humans held there own, and why they were there in the first place.

Cloaking himself, he proceeded in the direction the shots came from. Nimbly moving over the ledges. Jumping from one to another; Viper kept his eyes open for the wolves he’d been dispatched to terminate, as well. He had already killed a few but knew there were more. If only a few more. He was still miffed at the fact his pack hadn't know they were inhabiting this part of Earth. That their presence was only recently detected.

Another two shots from human weapons. This time closer. Viper moved swiftly and quietly. Off in the distance light danced dimly. He had yet to make his way to this side of the facility and knew the humans must have illuminated the area. Pfft, Pfft, Pfft. More human weapons firing. This one slightly quieter than the other one.

Entering the round room the corridors all seemed to open into, the sight that awaited Viper had not been what he was expecting. As he peered down, he saw three humans fighting off multiple rabid werewolves.

Looking them over he discovered that one of them was a human female. A tiny human female. Almost the size of a Lycan child, but distinctly different in a way that Viper couldn't recognize. Being an honored warrior, their packs codes dictated he help her, but she was armed and could easily turn that weapon on him. Would it be so bad to watch the humans die? Would it dishonor him to allow the female to be slain since they were given sanctum on the Lycan home planet in the event they learned of their kind and could be left on earth, or their homes were destroyed in battle. Who would know? He would. Being the honor bound male he was, he knew he could not allow her to simply perish. Yet, he did not have to swing into action so quickly.

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Kenzie cursed under her breath as her gun jammed. This was not happening to her. Flinging the strap off her shoulder she let the weapon fall to the ground. Pulling her mk24 handgun from the holster. Firing off rapid shots at the crazed creatures running her way. It took half the magazine to drop it, and that was not good. She had noticed some of them took more shots than others, and she couldn’t even begin to imagine what sort of experiments had been done on them because wolves did not normally act like this, look like this.

"I'm out of ammo!" Colby yelled.

Kenzie quickly took off her weaponry belt and slid it to her brother just as she spotted another one of those ugly motherfuckers running up the corridor. Firing she emptied her gun into it, but the damn thing kept coming. She quickly dropped the gun to the ground, retrieving her 25-inch Gerber Gator Machete that was hanging in the sheath on her back.

Running towards the wolf she quickly slid on her left leg and arm, both covered in cargo pants and a long sleeve cavalier vest as it launched at her. Just barely missing the blow from some unnatural appendage that ugly son of a bitch was throwing her way. In on fluid motion, Kenzie wielded the machete, relieving it of said appendage. The howling that filled the corridor was sickening, but she did not have time to dwell on it. Rolling to her stomach and stopping herself with the tips of her boots, she began charging at the creature. Again, wielding the machete with more strength than someone her size would be expected to have, she cut the thing horizontally in half. Only then did she realize her cavalier was dissolving. What the fuck? How was that happening?

Kenzie dropped the machete and immediately began ripping off the long sleeved vest tossing it to the ground. Quickly picking her weapon back up she looked around her. All gun fire had ceased. Laying on the ground around them were nine dead wolves. Where the hell had they all come from?

"She's producing far more young then I first estimated," her grandfather again stated drawing both her and Colby's attention.

"How?" Colby asked curiously.

"I'm afraid I don't know."

"The only remaining people aside from us in the town, I’m sure are long gone. It isn't possible that she's having more of these little bastards by using them as incubators," Kenzie stated. She’d witnessed firsthand, what looked like small slimey wolf pups crawling into one of the orifices on someone’s body and then out popped one of these odd looking wolfs hours later. Nothing about this was normal, and while her grandfather thought it was the work of science gone wrong, Kenzie wasn’t completely convinced.

"She could have gotten them from elsewhere, or it's simple evolution Mackenzie. She has evolved. She has figured out another way."

This sounded like a bad Jurassic Park plot. "How do we even know there is a she out there having these things? What if they're just simply multiplying? What if all of them are simply duplicating themselves?" Kenzie's questions flooded through her grandfather's ears.

"We don't know, but we have to assume that one of these things is in charge. One of them is calling the shots."

Kenzie was listening to her grandfather, but she was not sure she was convinced. For weeks they had continued to come to this place. Search for this queen, this alpha female, and they still had not found her. Granted the place was large. Each time they ventured here, they ran the risk of being hurt, or losing their lives. It was bad enough that they had to kill the ugly bastards outside of here, to give the people in their town peace of mind. Well, as much as they could before they were either all taken, dead, or gone. Her grandfather insisted on bringing them here. Risking their lives for something that may not exist.

She had to admit that Daniel Snider was a great man, a brilliant scientist; but while being those things he was also eccentric and reckless, which was one of the reasons Kenzie accompanied him on these outings. Those were not the types of traits you wanted to have in situations like these. Her fear of losing yet another family member was also the reason she came with him. She was determined to keep him alive. After losing her parents to a drunk driver months before this weird shit started happening, she was not about to lose her brother or her grandfather to anything other than old age, even though the old man seemed determined to live forever.

"Reload your weapons," Daniel instructed. "I don't think they’re done yet.”

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Viper, still perched on his ledge, stared in amazement. Never before had he seen a human female so fierce. Sure, he knew humans tended to have females in their armies, but he had never seen one in action. Not that he had cared to either. He had been content to carry out whatever task he was given and get to his home ship. Never had he seen a female with the courage, this little human possessed. Males of her species should be ashamed when in her presence. Intimidated even. He rebuked himself quietly. There was nothing to be intimidated by this small female, and he shouldn’t have been so impressed. She was even smaller than your average female human if he was remembering correctly. Much smaller than the males that accompanied her.

He watched silently as she reloaded her weapons. On other circumstances he would have killed the males, but they had not aimed in his direction. His attention was again pulled back to the female, as he watched her pull on another covering. Her first one was damaged by some fluid from one of the werewolves. Something they should not have been able to do, but the current devolution seemed to enhance or cause other things, leaving her only in a little scrap of cloth that barely covered her body. He watched silently as she adjusted all her weapons, slipping the blade back into its' holder.

Movement across from Viper caught his attention. Snapping his head up he saw a werewolf that they hadn't seen. Lurking, watching them from the darkened corner silently. A hunter watching its prey. Viper was watching his as well. Just as the creature leapt at the human female, Viper locked onto it with his mini cannon and fired.