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The wind blew softly away from him, offering no answers to his silent question. He watched in silence. One of the men sat on a crate. The other leaned heavily against a tree, mostly obscured by the shadows of its branches, and Fador may have missed him if not for the faint amber glow of a cigarette. The wind changed directions, blowing in from the sea, bringing with it the scent of not two, but three men. The thrum of a generator completely drowned out the sound of the ocean.
Damn it. How do I get in now?
Fador backed behind the corner slowly, moving only fractions at the time to keep from being noticed.
Figures.
Standing, he retraced his steps and ran around the other side of the building
There has to be an open window somewhere. He didn’t like his odds if he was forced to try the only door, with those men sitting around in front of it. They’d be sure to raise an alarm and wake everyone up if they caught even a glimpse of him.
This time, the wind favored him and he turned the next corner without a problem. He paused at every window he came to, but found that while none of them were lit, they were also all locked tight. Fador found he had gone the whole length of the building in no time at all and growled his frustration as he was forced to stop at the at the next corner. One more and he’d be running along the side where the men sat.
The tang scent of man sweat and the sound of heavy breathing met his ears, causing a flood of relief.
At last. An open window? He chanced a peak and confirmed it.
Better yet, unguarded ! Waiting for a cloud to block out the moon, he ran over to the window, checking inside a moment to ensure a smooth landing before leaping inside. A man lay asleep on the bottom mattress of a bunk bed. Fador changed into a man, moved stealthily over to the man’s side, and ended his life with a quick twist of the neck. Creeping over to the door, he opened it fractionally before taking on his wolf form again.
He allowed the sights, sounds, and smells of his enhanced senses to wash over him. There were other men close by, but they were all sleeping. He could hear the sound of their breathing over an omnipresent metallic thrum.
Pushing through the door, Fador walked quietly down the unlit hall past nine other doors, following the vibrations in the floor and in the air caused by the generator, knowing it would lead him to the correct door. He stopped at a short hall. He could smelled cigarette smoke and fresh salty air. The two men were now talking quietly, but their words were lost to Fador over the louder sound of the generator. There were other voices close by, but he could tell they were somewhere deeper inside, behind a closed door.
Now, where is the fuel?
Keeping close to the wall, he moved down the hall and around another corner into the loading area. There was a jeep inside, and two doors across from where he stood, one of which was far to close to the open bay doors for him to chance it. Looking around the corner, he spotted a door in the wall close to where he stood and two more in a hall further down to his left.
Fador ran to the nearest door, standing on his hind legs and turning the knob.
Shit! Locked.
He dashed across to the other side of the bay, only to find that the second door was locked too. He could tell now that the generator had to be behind the door he couldn’t get close enough to try. The sound of movement to his left caught his attention and he melted into the deeper shadows of the jeep.
There was an increase in the sounds of conversation down the hall as a door was opened and left ajar, the hollow click of boots on concrete getting closer and passing him by as the man went outside to join the others. Fador watched until the man was out of sight before releasing a breath he hadn’t even known he was holding.
What now? He looked beyond the open down and the stark light it created in the hall, to the last door he could check.
That’s it. If this doesn’t pan
The wind blew softly away from him, offering no answers to his silent question. He watched in silence. One of the men sat on a crate. The other leaned heavily against a tree, mostly obscured by the shadows of its branches, and Fador may have missed him if not for the faint amber glow of a cigarette. The wind changed directions, blowing in from the sea, bringing with it the scent of not two, but three men. The thrum of a generator completely drowned out the sound of the ocean.
Damn it. How do I get in now?
Fador backed behind the corner slowly, moving only fractions at the time to keep from being noticed.
Figures.
Standing, he retraced his steps and ran around the other side of the building
There has to be an open window somewhere. He didn’t like his odds if he was forced to try the only door, with those men sitting around in front of it. They’d be sure to raise an alarm and wake everyone up if they caught even a glimpse of him.
This time, the wind favored him and he turned the next corner without a problem. He paused at every window he came to, but found that while none of them were lit, they were also all locked tight. Fador found he had gone the whole length of the building in no time at all and growled his frustration as he was forced to stop at the at the next corner. One more and he’d be running along the side where the men sat.
The tang scent of man sweat and the sound of heavy breathing met his ears, causing a flood of relief.
At last. An open window? He chanced a peak and confirmed it.
Better yet, unguarded ! Waiting for a cloud to block out the moon, he ran over to the window, checking inside a moment to ensure a smooth landing before leaping inside. A man lay asleep on the bottom mattress of a bunk bed. Fador changed into a man, moved stealthily over to the man’s side, and ended his life with a quick twist of the neck. Creeping over to the door, he opened it fractionally before taking on his wolf form again.
He allowed the sights, sounds, and smells of his enhanced senses to wash over him. There were other men close by, but they were all sleeping. He could hear the sound of their breathing over an omnipresent metallic thrum.
Pushing through the door, Fador walked quietly down the unlit hall past nine other doors, following the vibrations in the floor and in the air caused by the generator, knowing it would lead him to the correct door. He stopped at a short hall. He could smelled cigarette smoke and fresh salty air. The two men were now talking quietly, but their words were lost to Fador over the louder sound of the generator. There were other voices close by, but he could tell they were somewhere deeper inside, behind a closed door.
Now, where is the fuel?
Keeping close to the wall, he moved down the hall and around another corner into the loading area. There was a jeep inside, and two doors across from where he stood, one of which was far to close to the open bay doors for him to chance it. Looking around the corner, he spotted a door in the wall close to where he stood and two more in a hall further down to his left.
Fador ran to the nearest door, standing on his hind legs and turning the knob.
Shit! Locked.
He dashed across to the other side of the bay, only to find that the second door was locked too. He could tell now that the generator had to be behind the door he couldn’t get close enough to try. The sound of movement to his left caught his attention and he melted into the deeper shadows of the jeep.
There was an increase in the sounds of conversation down the hall as a door was opened and left ajar, the hollow click of boots on concrete getting closer and passing him by as the man went outside to join the others. Fador watched until the man was out of sight before releasing a breath he hadn’t even known he was holding.
What now? He looked beyond the open down and the stark light it created in the hall, to the last door he could check.
That’s it. If this doesn’t pan
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