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The passenger door opened first.  A tall blond woman jumped out and drew her gun.   It was Sarah; her shoulder length hair gleamed in the dancing lights.  Her lips were drawn into an uncharacteristic, thin line.  She looked frightened, not a hundred percent focused.  That was not good.  To fight a werewolf, a person needs to be aware of their surroundings.  A werewolf can analyze its surroundings within a split second.  Before the human can think about reacting, their head is rolling on the ground.
    With three werewolves, against two un-experienced cops, the fight would last only about five seconds.  Adam couldn’t let that happen; it was his sworn duty to protect humans against the ungodly monsters.  Duty wasn’t the only reason he needed to protect Sarah though.  If she died, William and Michael would tear themselves apart.  He didn’t want that for his son.  William displayed true love toward Sarah, gently caress the movies and stories, the relationship between them was reality, not fiction.
    Sarah was quickly joined by her partner Jeff Hines.  Adam knew he was a good man, from the many times they talked at a weekly barbecue Jeff had.  He was completely clueless about the supernatural forces on Earth.  Adam also thought Jeff couldn’t fend himself against a fly, much less against an enraged werewolf.  Jeff’s personality included that of various creatures, a teddy bear, a badger, and a wasp.  He was a giant softy, but when threatened or pissed off, he was one of the toughest hard asses in the country.  A werewolf may make anyone piss their pants though.
    Adam glanced in the rearview mirror at William.  He was watching Sarah intently, hand poised over the shotgun.  “Don’t loose focus over her, concentrate at doing your job.â€�
    William didn’t answer his father.  He watched Sarah cross the street then picked up the shotgun.  Adam leaned over and gripped his sons arm.  “Not yet,â€� he said.  William opened his mouth to protest, but the look from Adam cut him short.  He jerked his arm away and watched Sarah walk into the yard.

    The werewolf’s ears perked to the sides.  An argument was taking place outside of its cage.  It couldn’t understand what the argument was about.  It didn’t understand most words being said.  It could only understand one syllable words.  So the werewolf simply ignored the argument.  A new sound caught its interest.  It lifted its large head.  Its ears twitched half to the right.  The werewolf knew the sound well.  It was a sound that shouldn’t be there.  It was a siren.
    The siren was at least a mile away.  The siren was getting closer.  It didn’t think the arguing people could hear the sirens.  Warning signals were blaring in its head.  Something wasn’t right.  The two arguing werewolves didn’t know it. 
    It stood up, groaning.  Its useless arm was hanging useless at its side.  The werewolf looked out the window.  It spotted the wrong thing immediately.  A car parked across the street.  The environment was black and white.  Any organism was in infrared.  The car was a sleek black, with flashes of white from the moon.  Two heat signatures were in the car.  The figure in front was in shades of green and blue.  It was holding something.
    The werewolf stared at the figure.  The figure was unmoving in the car.  The black and white object consisted of two large circles.  Binoculars, the werewolf thought, cocking its head.  The figure quickly shifted.  The quick movement startled the werewolf.  It snarled furiously.  The argument stopped for a moment.
    “What the gently caress are you ---- at?â€� a male voice yelled.
    The werewolf looked at the man.  It growled and looked back outside.  The sirens were close.  A police cruiser stormed down the street.  It braked hard in front of the black car.  Two figures jumped out of the cruiser.  The figures ran toward the apartment.  The werewolf snarled, black lips pulling from fangs.  It was hungry, starving.  It could hear the male transforming into the wolfish creature.  The werewolf just watched the two figures in anticipation.  Dinner was served. 

    Lieutenant Sarah Case reached the door first, gun drawn.  “NYPD, open up!â€� she yelled banging on the door.  She repeated the order and gave the house owners three seconds before she would kick it in. 
    “Jeff, get the back entrance to the basement.â€� She ordered quickly, still looking at the door.
    He gripped her shoulder hard and turned her around.  “Be careful in there Sarah,â€� he said quietly.
    She smiled and cupped his right cheek.  “I will, now go!â€� she said slapping his cheek lightly.  He nodded and ran down the stoop into the darkness of the yard.  “Open up,â€� she yelled at the door.  She stood back and gave the door a savage kick.
    The foyer was dark, the shadows bouncing from the revolving lights on the cruiser.  Sarah took the flashlight out of her belt.  As she was about to flick it on, a fist shot out of the shadows.  She gasped and ducked, the fist barely missing.  She dropped the flashlight with a clang.  The hand shot out of the shadows, a woman’s slender fingers wrapped around Sarah’s throat.
    The woman lifted Sarah off of the ground, her feet hanging a few inches above the ground.  “You b****,â€� she croaked out, balling her fist.  Sarah’s vision was tunneling; her breath was coming in short gasps.  She scratched weakly at the assailants arm.  The fingers squeezed harder, they were convulsing.  A deep growling sound came from the dark.  She punched her assailants face hard.  There was a crunch of bone.  Her throat was released.
    She dropped on both her feet with a grunt, staggering back.  She gained her balance and vision.  The blood started flowing through the rest of her veins.  The revolving lights flashed over her assailant.  She recognized the woman.  It was Sierra Bronson, mother of Jabari “Darkwolfâ€� Bronson. 
    Sierra was holding her bleeding nose.  She stood up, wiped the blood on the back of her hand.  She glared at Sarah as she stood up straight.  They stared into each others eyes, Sarah jumped back.  The dark brown irises and white of Sierra’s eyes were quickly replaced by glowing ember.  Her pupils were large and golden.  Fury contorted her face.  Sarah’s heart jumped into her throat.
    Sarah stepped back towards the front door.  The gun was aimed squarely at Sierra’s chest.  A scream tore through the house, it was quickly cut short.  The gun jerked in Sarah’s hands.  “Jeff!â€� she screamed, looking at the empty doorframe behind Sierra.  Sierra threw back her head and gave an evil laugh.
    “Your partner’s dead Officer Case.â€�
    Sarah shook her head vehemently.  “No,â€� she said, her voice was going weak.  “No,â€� she said again.  Sierra nodded, her eyes glowing in the darkness.  Her smile vanished into shock.