High above the cloud and city sat the wolf. He sat on his couch. The walls white and few. As the wolf raised the small glass to his lips he ran his fingers through the his slicked back, jet black hair. suddenly the main lights went out and only a few small, white lamps shon as apart of his emergency systems. Bang! The door flung open and fifty men all armed to the teeth in tactical gear and machine guns. The red light flashed on and off and with each flash one man disappeared until just five remained. With the next flash the wolf pounced from behind a wall. He placed his hand on the invaders shoulders and twirled into another room. The wolf slammed the soldier up against the wall as the soldier drew a small hand gun. The wolf grabbed the mans hand gun and positioned himself underneath the mans arm. As he pulled down on the gun and hand holding it a snap boomed and the bone shattered. The pistol fell and with a finale pirouette the wolf caught it and released a quick double-tap to the brain and jaw.

He then shot backwards up against the wall and beside the door. Mid reload he dropped the magazine to the floor and crouched. Hearing the bang a second soldier sprung out and fired a quick blitz at head hight. The crouching wolf fired three rounds up into the soldiers. Chin and thought. He turned and slid through the hall in a power side shooting a barrage of bullets taking down the third invader before rolling into the living room balcony just beside the spiral staircase. Suddenly a pair of arms rapped around his neck. With a twist the wolf smashed the soldier into the wall however the man was latched on. The wolf sharply bent down and flipped the assailant over sending his back colliding with the banister before smashing down onto the glass table.

Turning the wolf smashed a small display on the wall containing several antique knives. Armed with one of the antiquities he pushed forward and smashed into the fifth and final soldier. He pushed the knife through the chest before clapping the solders face mask over the mouth and knows. The wolf’s black eyes pierced the soldiers orange visor as the last breath faded. “Game on,” the wolf remarked . Determined and with a purpose he pushed past the bodies to a large wall covered with a centuries old tapestry. The wolf grabbed the tapestry and tore it from the wall to reveal a large bored covering a old hole. The wolf took his knife and slashed put a small hole which he slowly struggled through.

He stepped into a small room with stone brick walls painted with cases. Large, robust, militaristic cases filled with guns, lots of guns.