Chapter 1 - Present Day Sheiba

As she looked around the deserted factory, Sheiba had a really bad feeling. The message she had recieved told her to meet her new employer here, but why such an out of the way place? Granted, not too many people were willing to openly acknowledged that they used her, but as a werewolf, her skills were invaluable to many. Along the same lines, she had made many enemies with her unique abilities. So, she had come early to scout the place and crouched in the shadows, testing the air for any strange smells, and listening for any movement within the factory. Suddenly, her sharp eyesight caught a flash of light from a doorway opposite her position. As she remained hidden in the gloom, she watched as two men came out of the doorway, two .45 revolvers grasped in their hands. "Marcocio says she's not gonna be here for another hour," said the first, a burly-looking guy who looked like he lifted cars for fun. "We should be able to find good spots to sit and wait, then when she shows up...." He paused dramatically and loooked over at the other guy, a mousy looking dude with greasy hair and a mouthful of teeth, which he flashed at the first guy. "Yeah, we'll get her good! We got enough silver in here to take her down!" Sheiba ground her teeth in fury. Unbelievable! She'd been tricked before, but this was ridiculous! These guys obviously didn't know what they were doing or who they were dealing with. Idiots! They just signed their own death warrents. She stayed completely still in the darkness, fuming, as they fanned out to find somewhere to hide. As the big guy looked around, he saw something shining in one of the corners where the shadows were deepest. He looked again, thinking it looked like a pair of eyes, but it was gone. Spooky place, he thought to himself, but perfect. He backed into a doorway, then jumped as the door slowly opened behind him. He chuckled, a little nervous, but feeling stupid to be so jumpy. He turned his back to the door, and started to crouch down, when an arm came around his throat and yanked him into the room behind, slamming the door. The mousy guy jerked around and pointed his gun in the direction that the noise had come from. Eyes wide with fear, he called out. "Kane, you there??" He heard a noise that sounded like a scream that'd been cut short. Breathing heavily, he worked his way over to where he'd heard the door slam just a moment before. He could hear nothing but the occasionally scurry of a rat from the far corners of the factory. As he approached the area where he thought he'd heard the commotion, he looked down, and saw marks on the dusty floor. It looked like someone had been dragged into the doorway, but it couldn't have been Kane. Kane was huge! He slowly approached the doorway, and tentatively tested the knob. It wasn't locked, so he swung it open. As the swirling dust cleared he saw a figure on the floor surrounded by blood. Scanning the room with his .45 in front of him, he worked his way over to the figure, then gasped and started to back out. Kane's throat had been ripped out!! What on earth could have done that?? "Mios Dio!" he whispered to himself as he began backing out of the room. "God's not gonna save you now!" A growl erupted above him as he felt himself lifted by his head into the rafters. He swung the gun around, desperately trying to sight on something, but then the hands around his head squeezed. The last thing he saw were the shining fangs and gleaming eyes in the darkness above him, then his eyesight dimmed and he knew no more.[br]
As Sheiba dropped the second guy on the floor next to the first, she growled again in frustration. Why would someone do this?? Did they really think they could just sneak up on her?? As she dropped out of the rafters, she kneeled down, avoiding the blood on the floor, and checked their pockets for any ID. Nothing. Figures. Staying close to the floor, she looked out of the door. As she tested the air, she could smell something that didn't come from either of the dimwits on the floor behind her. It was a cologne, a very fancy, nasty-smelling concoction. "Is that you, Marcocio?" she called out from her hiding place. A dry chuckle responded, and a tall, very good looking man stepped out of the doorway that the two goons at emerged from earlier. "Yes, it is I," he replied with a half smile on his face. "I didn't expect you to be able to dispatch them quite so quickly." He looked around, then waved. "You can come out, I promise, there's no one else here. That was a test to see how well you work." Her eyes narrowed as she stood in the doorway. "I'll stay here, thank you. Whatever you have to say, can be said without me coming out into the open." Marcocio chuckled again, then pulled out a large envelope. "Inside is the name of the person I need information on, and if you can get the chance to put a little hurting on him, that would be good, too. But I don't want him killed, at least not yet." Sheiba stared at him from the doorway. "Do you have the money? You know what my fee is, you said in your message that you'd have the money with you." "Of course!" he scoffed as he pulled another, larger envelope from his jacket. "Your fee, plus expenses. Of course, if you're caught, I'll deny any knowledge of you." It was her turn to laugh at him. "I won't get caught! Just lay the envelopes down there on the floor and walk away, I'll get them when I'm sure it's safe." Shaking his head, Marcocio lay both envelopes on the floor, then turned and left the building. Sheiba stayed in the doorway as she heard Marcocio exiting the building, then she stayed there another ten minutes, just to be sure, constantly checking the air for smells and listening for anything that shouldn't be there. Finally satisfied that there was no one else alive in the factory except for her, she cautiously approached the envelopes, checking for any triggers that could still trap her. Gently picking up both envelopes, she looked them over carefully, and finally opened the larger one. Sure enough, there was enough cash to see her through this next assignment. Stuffing it inside her shirt, she opened the smaller one, and gasped out loud when she saw the name of the person she was to stalk.[br]

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