seat, then
snapped in a new clip. "I know."
"There he is!" George shouted, pointing
through the windshield.
Ivan was a long way ahead, at least five or
six blocks. Bastard was fast. It looked like he was still in his
wolfman form. George wondered if he could change from wolf to human
as quickly as he could change from human to wolf.
How could Ivan do that?
Werewolves were supposed to scream in pain and thrash around and
slowly transform by the light of the full moon. George couldn't
conceive of a biological process that allowed somebody to change
immediately, at will, with such control that he could transform a
single appendage. It was completely freaky. It was wrong , damn it!
The van was closing the distance pretty
quickly.
There were a few houses along the road, but
they hadn't passed any cars yet in either direction and nobody
seemed to be hanging out in their front yard.
"Watch out!" Lou shouted.
George swerved out of the way of the garbage
can that lay on its side in the middle of the road. Goddamn garbage
collectors.
"He wants us to follow him," said Lou.
"He wouldn't be running alongside the road otherwise. We should let
him go."
George wondered if his partner was right.
Ivan was clearly leading them on a fun little chase for his own
amusement. They didn't have to put themselves at risk like this.
They could take the hit to their reputation. They'd still get
work.
But he shook his head. "No. We're not letting
that prick outsmart us again."
"He didn't outsmart us. You outdumbed
him."
"Fine, I got overconfident and it bit me in
the ass."
"Yes. It did." Lou nodded. "It certainly
did."
"Well, it's his turn to get overconfident.
Now we know exactly what we're dealing with. No more
is-he-or-isn't-he questions. He won't trick us again."
An overweight couple sat on a porch swing.
The man stood up in surprise as Ivan ran past him. Fortunately for
the couple, Ivan didn't veer from his course. The woman stood up as
well as the van sped past.
Ivan glanced back over his shoulder,
then immediately picked up his pace, at least doubling his speed.
George ground his foot against the already-floored
accelerator.
Lou cleared his throat. "I just wanna make it
very clear--"
"Your objection's noted. We won't get
ourselves killed over this, I promise."
"I don't think you can promise that."
George knew he was being reckless, but he
didn't care. Well, that wasn't true--he cared, but not enough to
give up the hunt. He couldn't stand the idea of that smirking creep
thinking that he'd made George look like an idiot. The bastard was
having himself a big hearty werewolf chuckle as they chased him,
thinking how goddamn clever he'd been. He'd regret it. Ivan the
Werewolf was going to be delivered to Mr. Dewey, even if it was in
bite-sized pieces.
The werewolf rounded a corner and disappeared
from sight.
"Slow down!" said Lou. "Don't topple the
van!"
George wanted to ask his partner to
please shut up because he did indeed realize that he needed to slow
down before making this very sharp right turn, but decided to just
remain silent. Let Lou bark out orders. It would keep him
distracted.
He made the turn without toppling over the
van and sped down the new street. Ivan was a couple of blocks
ahead. He turned to the right and again vanished from their
view.
"He's just going in circles!" said Lou.
"It's not a circle yet!"
George spun the steering wheel to the right
and they rounded the corner. A car was parked on the side of the
street. Ivan leapt up onto it, ran over the top, then jumped back
onto the street without missing a beat. Showing off. Fine. He could
do somersaults for all George cared.
Ivan began to run down the center of the
street, not seeming to care who saw him. If that's how he wanted to
be, no problem, then George didn't care who saw them run his wolf
ass over.
"So what's the plan if we catch up to him?"
Lou asked.
"If you can think of one, shout it out. Right
now I just don't want to lose him."
Ivan was
snapped in a new clip. "I know."
"There he is!" George shouted, pointing
through the windshield.
Ivan was a long way ahead, at least five or
six blocks. Bastard was fast. It looked like he was still in his
wolfman form. George wondered if he could change from wolf to human
as quickly as he could change from human to wolf.
How could Ivan do that?
Werewolves were supposed to scream in pain and thrash around and
slowly transform by the light of the full moon. George couldn't
conceive of a biological process that allowed somebody to change
immediately, at will, with such control that he could transform a
single appendage. It was completely freaky. It was wrong , damn it!
The van was closing the distance pretty
quickly.
There were a few houses along the road, but
they hadn't passed any cars yet in either direction and nobody
seemed to be hanging out in their front yard.
"Watch out!" Lou shouted.
George swerved out of the way of the garbage
can that lay on its side in the middle of the road. Goddamn garbage
collectors.
"He wants us to follow him," said Lou.
"He wouldn't be running alongside the road otherwise. We should let
him go."
George wondered if his partner was right.
Ivan was clearly leading them on a fun little chase for his own
amusement. They didn't have to put themselves at risk like this.
They could take the hit to their reputation. They'd still get
work.
But he shook his head. "No. We're not letting
that prick outsmart us again."
"He didn't outsmart us. You outdumbed
him."
"Fine, I got overconfident and it bit me in
the ass."
"Yes. It did." Lou nodded. "It certainly
did."
"Well, it's his turn to get overconfident.
Now we know exactly what we're dealing with. No more
is-he-or-isn't-he questions. He won't trick us again."
An overweight couple sat on a porch swing.
The man stood up in surprise as Ivan ran past him. Fortunately for
the couple, Ivan didn't veer from his course. The woman stood up as
well as the van sped past.
Ivan glanced back over his shoulder,
then immediately picked up his pace, at least doubling his speed.
George ground his foot against the already-floored
accelerator.
Lou cleared his throat. "I just wanna make it
very clear--"
"Your objection's noted. We won't get
ourselves killed over this, I promise."
"I don't think you can promise that."
George knew he was being reckless, but he
didn't care. Well, that wasn't true--he cared, but not enough to
give up the hunt. He couldn't stand the idea of that smirking creep
thinking that he'd made George look like an idiot. The bastard was
having himself a big hearty werewolf chuckle as they chased him,
thinking how goddamn clever he'd been. He'd regret it. Ivan the
Werewolf was going to be delivered to Mr. Dewey, even if it was in
bite-sized pieces.
The werewolf rounded a corner and disappeared
from sight.
"Slow down!" said Lou. "Don't topple the
van!"
George wanted to ask his partner to
please shut up because he did indeed realize that he needed to slow
down before making this very sharp right turn, but decided to just
remain silent. Let Lou bark out orders. It would keep him
distracted.
He made the turn without toppling over the
van and sped down the new street. Ivan was a couple of blocks
ahead. He turned to the right and again vanished from their
view.
"He's just going in circles!" said Lou.
"It's not a circle yet!"
George spun the steering wheel to the right
and they rounded the corner. A car was parked on the side of the
street. Ivan leapt up onto it, ran over the top, then jumped back
onto the street without missing a beat. Showing off. Fine. He could
do somersaults for all George cared.
Ivan began to run down the center of the
street, not seeming to care who saw him. If that's how he wanted to
be, no problem, then George didn't care who saw them run his wolf
ass over.
"So what's the plan if we catch up to him?"
Lou asked.
"If you can think of one, shout it out. Right
now I just don't want to lose him."
Ivan was
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