The Boy who Howled Wolf (Rated M for possible violence/gore)

By the time Elliot reached the office, aside from the other two agents in the supernatural department, Sans was nowhere to be found. However, a piece of paper written in a goofy font taped to his desk revealed his whereabouts. 

"already outside lol. waiting for you. will leave if you don't show up in five minutes. :p" 

Sans meanwhile was lazily waiting outside the building for his mission partner to show up. He had no intention of leaving, of course, even if Elliot was late. He was just messing with the boy. Besides, he was too lazy to get a move on on his own. 

Shifting slightly, he tucked both files under his arm, and pulled out a bottle of ketchup, proceeding to drink from it. He hadn't gone over the files yet, but he knew it was pretty messy from the news. Fifty murdered in two nights. Not even mass murderers get that far throughout their lifetime. This wasn't just the work of a werewolf... it was the work of a deranged, psychopathic pricolici. 

    • Elliot Hudson
      Elliot Hudson

      As soon as Elliot had heard the word ‘werewolf’ from Sans over the phone, he knew exactly what mission the new agent had been tasked with.  Like Sans, he’d heard all about it on the news, and it had both horrified and fascinated him.  As he overheard more details from talk amongst other agents, the young agent’s penchant for horror movies immediately caused his overactive imagination to go straight to the idea of not just werewolves... but vampire werewolves.

      Of course, Elliot didn’t know if those were actually a thing.  But the concept of something like that excited him, and the chance to go on any sort of supernatural mission at all only added to that excitement.  It was a perfect chance to break away from the office monotony and once again try to prove his worth as a field agent.

      And this time, he wanted to be prepared for anything.  So when Elliot showed up, Sans would find the agent wearing an overly eager grin, a rucksack... and enough utility belts, weapon straps and holsters to make it look like he was going into a zombie apocalypse.

      “Okay!” Elliot began excitedly, plopping the rucksack at Sans’ feet.  He began to rummage through it, taking inventory.

      “I’ve got two guns, extra ammo, a case of silver bullets, some garlic, a bible, a flask of holy water- at least, I hope it’s holy... I did get it on discount...- some rope, a first aid kit, three knives- two of them silver- a crossbow and silver-tipped arrows, a copy of the Dummy’s Guide to Supernatural Beings, my phone with extra battery, SHUSH communicator, ID and handcuffs, and an emergency supply of beer!”

      Showing off said accoutrements as he listed them, he ended his inventory summary by triumphantly holding up a flask of his preferred beverage.  “Oh, and there’s some drinking water in there, too,” he added, nodding towards the rucksack as he slipped it back on and hooked the flask on his utility belt, within easy reach.

      “Am I missing anything?”

      Okay, so he was a touch... eager.  But he’d been stuck at a desk for weeks now, and this was a type of mission he’d never been on.  It was like his first day on the job all over again, and he wanted to be extra sure they not only succeeded in stopping the murders, but that he also didn’t screw up too badly along the way.

      “Hey, so uh.... are... vampire werewolves a thing...?” He asked as they started off.  “On the news they described it as a wolf, but I heard rumours that the bodies showed signs of vampire bites.”

      • Sans the Skeleduck
        Sans the Skeleduck

        Sans' eyes travelled up and down Elliot and his supplies twice, his brows raised high. He then gave a slow blink, and grinned. Technically, he was already grinning, but you could tell he had a genuine smile on by his eyes. 

        "hehheh. wow, i'm glad i chose you. i don't think you're missin' anythin'. i, uh... i brought... emergency food?" Did five bottles of ketchup and mustand count as food? "oh, and my extra jacket, you can use that, i guess." 

        As they headed to the airfield, Sans handed Elliot one of the case files (which had a wind-up butterfly in it for a prank) and beckoned for him to follow him... despite heading in the wrong direction. He apparently knew a shortcut. 

        "ooh, a sharp one too," he chuckled. "guess what? they are. they're called the pricolici. real pain in the neck. they're humans bitten by werewolves, and then willingly giving vampires consent to bite them. most do it for power..." his eyes dimmed in distaste. "they're immune to the sun, and can shapeshift in broad daylight if they wanted to. oh look, we're here." 

        Elliot would have no idea how they got to the airfield. They were just walking a few steps away from the SHUSH building when they were suddenly on grassy land, with the plane nearby, waiting for them to get on board. 

        "look, kid, i'll give ya a chance to back out, if furry problems aren't your thing," he said as he lazily leaned on the railings of the stairs leading up to the plane. "this whole situation's a bloody mess; it's okay if you aren't eager to sink your teeth into the case, i won't bite your head off." 

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