Fort was somewhat annoyed by her throwing the sword in such a manner. It was one of the ancient Fortesque family heirlooms, and one that he held the most dear.
However, he did not expect her to bring into account his werewolf heritage. She might have detected it, yet he did not think she would have thought he came here to find a relative. His mother could have been any werewolf in the world. He wanted to find the conclave for other reasons...
He took out his .44 magnum and sent a warning shot wizzing past her ear. She rolled her eyes and turned around once more.
"What?" She said,
He was going to ask her exactly where the conclave was, yet she had already said it was near here, so he could sniff it out later. For now, he'd play her game.
"Just practicing." He said smiling as he turned and walked towards his sword. She'd live for now. He'd kill her when he entered the conclave anyways. He had enough werewolf contact now. It was time to research the vamps in the area.
Fort had always enjoyed fighting werewolves however. Not because he greatly disliked them. On the contrary, he really hated the vamps instead. He liked how werewolves were straight on fighters and were somewhat honorable in battle. Vamps were illusive...sly...somewhat deceitful. He preffered the brute fight against a wereolf than that of the dance it took to kill an experienced vamp.
Fort reached his sword and resheathed it. He didnt look back, he knew the wolf was gone. he made his was to his crate and picked it up.
After entering the city he found a nice little quant motel that didnt seem too threatning, so he got a room. The sign that said The Murk Motel flickered gently as he walekd to his room with his new key. He opened the door and saw the crappy condition of the room.
"You get what you pay for..." Fort mumbled as he dropped the crate of supplies and closed the door. He walked into the bathroom and dropped a nuke in the toilet after placing an adequate amount of toilet paper on the seat so he didn't get some kind of muscle eating disease from it.
"There are some serious pros and cons to chili dogs..." He said as he threw himself on the bed and picked up the phone. He dialed a 20 digit number and it rang for a while before a secretary at the Silver Knights of St.Michael organization picked up.
"Security code please?" She said
"Code name please?"
"One moment please..."
Fort sighed, he hated remembering those damn numbers.
"Fort?" Said a gruff deep voice.
"Yes Commander Deckard?" Fort replied
"Took you long enough. What have you done so far?"
"Alright well theres both a vamp and a wolf conclave here. I already know where the wolf one is. I also know a contact to find out more about whats been killing the Vamps and Wolves in such a weird way."
"Hmmm, alright go to the contact first. I dont want you busting into the wolf conclave like last time, Beowulf."
"Wouldn't dream of it Commander." Fort said as a smile cracked across his face.
"Fort you better-!"yelled commander Dechard and Fort hung up.
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