I walk up to the roof of the abandoned building to shoot out the lights with my McMillan TAC-50 sniper rifle. Once they’re disabled, we slowly move through the cars in the junkyard, until we reach the back door of our target. Griller picks the lock, getting us into the building. My sense of smell is just as strong in human form as it is in panther form, and I can sense there are some people here. We sneak around, searching the first floor. Not only that we see how they have the drug making stations set up, the office area, and all of the chemicals. We hear laughter above us, but no other sounds. It seems like they are the only ones in the building.
Since we can only telepathically speak to each other when we are in panther form, I made everyone learn sign language to make it easier for us to communicate, so we don’t give away the element of surprise. I sign “shift” to the guys. One of the downsides of shifting, clothes are shred, and we return to our human form naked, but we left a change of clothes in the van, so we can change before loading it up.
I stalk up the stairs, making sure that I don’t make any noise. I reach the second floor where the GHB is being made. It seems each floor has a different drug being made or stored. I can see five guys sitting around drinking beers. I hiss as we sprint toward them. Their screams are blood-curdling as we rip their limbs off and scratch the hell out of their bodies. The smell of blood tickles my nose. After dismembering everyone, I have the prospects look around the floor as I head upstairs to the third and final floor. The building is clear of any other humans.
“Okay, guys, go get the van,” I order the others. When we’re in panther form, we communicate with each other telepathically. “I’m staying here to make sure no one else comes to ruin this.”
“We have a problem,” Marco announces. “A new group of people just came in. I think this might be the boss.”
I join them on the second floor where there is a bank of windows which allows anyone in that room to see the entire first floor, and we’ve cut the lights off. Half of the building is a warehouse with high, heavy ceiling beams that crisscross like in a barn. Below me, I watch a guy in a gray suit. He is barking orders to the men standing around him, yelling out names, but no one is coming. I assume they are the ones we killed.
Stepping away from the windows, I join the rest of my men. “Okay. This is what we’re going to do, we need to get them away from the door so we don’t lose anyone. Greaser, Camo, and I are going to climb up onto the ceiling rafters using the ladder and shelves. If we’re quiet enough, they won’t see us. When we’re in position, we’ll drop down. Will, Griller, and Buzz stay on the staircase, then pounce on anyone who comes your way.” They all agree, and we all move into place. As prospects, Griller and Buzz are not privy to our conversations through shifting so I stand there naked relaying the message to the prospects. I count aloud before shifting into my panther. “One. Two. Now.”
We converge on the six people who are walking toward the steps. The beating we laid on the five upstairs is nothing compared to what we’re doing now. I’m on top of the boss, taking my time with him. Clawing his chest and face, making him unrecognizable. He keeps yelling for me to stop, begging to let him live. He even tells me about a safe on the first floor with a half a million dollars that I can have.
“Get the money, Finn,” I hiss before growling at the man I’m mauling and slashing his throat. The blood gushes out, and I hear him gagging on his own blood. “Griller and Buzz will get the van. Hurry before anyone gets here. Marco, you and I will hide the bodies.”
We drag the bodies over to an office, which is out of the way. After we finish, we plan on torch the warehouse. Griller and Buzz finally arrive with our clothes, allowing us to shift back into human form and get dressed. We load the drugs into the van.
“I switched the plates with one of the cars out there. If they run it, before we get back to the hotel for the night, they won’t be out there looking for us,” Griller tells me.
“Good, when we get back to the hotel for the night, we’ll switch the plates back to ours and add a few of the magnets advertising a fake business on it to conceal us.” They nod. We bring the drugs down from the second and third floors. We douse the bodies with gasoline after I removed their teeth and fingers.
“It’s all cleared out, boss,” Griller yells at me.
I nod and toss the matches onto each floor where I dumped the gasoline and race out the door before it’s fully engulfed. I jump through the front passenger side door.
“Go, but remember no racing. We don’t want to draw attention to ourselves.” As we drive away, I toss the teeth and digits into the river. The tension in my neck leaves once we get on the freeway to head back to the hotel. “Make sure to get the right plates on the van. We’re leaving before sunup.”
The prospects do what they’re told, and the rest of us head into the hotel. I tell them that I’m going to shower before we order pizza. It’s almost 4:00 A.M. when we finally get back to our rooms to sleep for a couple of hours before we drive the four hours home.
I wake up to
