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grabbed Dak by the hair and slammed his face into the side of the dumpster. The metal crumpled under the impact. "My companion gave you fair warning," said Alan. He spun to face his attacker; tearing free from his jacket as he did so. "Now pay the price for your impertinence!"His hand blurred and blood misted the alleyway. Dak grunted and elbowed his opponent in the gut. "Little help here!" "I’m afraid that I’m a tad busy right now, Dak. You’ll have to handle him yourself, sorry!" "Terrific!" Dak muttered. His skin rippled and bulged: the musculature beneath it shifting. "Listen buddy, you aren't being paid enough to take me on. Walk away, while you still have your legs." "I ain't afraid of you!" His assailant let go of Dak in order to draw his gun. "I got enough bullets to drop Rasputin!" "What a shame for you that I'm not him!" Dak ducked and whirled around diving forwards to knock the man's legs out from underneath him. He could feel the roar building within him: tried to smother its howl; tried to stay human. Then the man brought up his gun and fired it, point blank range. Dak was slammed backwards by the impact. His shirt was torn and singed at the front, and there was a neat hole in his tie. It had been an expensive tie. Something snapped and the howling drowned out all other sounds. The man squeezed off two more shots before what had been Dak collided with him in a blur of sharp teeth and dark fur. Ugly Steve's four surviving minions were trying to run for their cars. Alan was already amongst them; spinning and slashing. His eyes had an eerie red glow within their depths as he seized hold of the final man and lifted him by the shoulders; lifting him clean off the ground. The hapless man squealed and dropped his gun. "What do you want? What are you people?" Alan laughed and tossed the terrified thug aside. "Tell Ugly Steve to hire better help next time." The man fled, half weeping with relief and terror. Alan crouched down and stroked his friend's fur. "Hey - time to calm down now, Dak. Come on my friend. Snap out of it. It's over." Dak growled then shook himself violently. He sank back onto his haunches and shuddered. Slowly, he slipped back into human form. Alan handed him the remains of his clothing. "We should go. Did you pack a change?" "Yeah; it’s in the trunk." "Better get dressed before the authorities turn up. Where do you suppose Neill took Elaine?" Dak shrugged and pulled on his jeans, reaching back into the trunk for a sweater. "No idea. I'll call him once we're on the road." *** He really wasn’t sure how they had gotten here; elbow in elbow, nodding and smiling their way to the nearest restaurant. This hadn’t been the kind of personal that he’d intended. It sure was nice though. ***

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Anu issue 34 / A New Ulster  

The July issue of the Northern Irish literary magazine A New Ulster featuring the works of Michael Whelan, Scott Thomas Outlar, Richard Halp...

Anu issue 34 / A New Ulster  

The July issue of the Northern Irish literary magazine A New Ulster featuring the works of Michael Whelan, Scott Thomas Outlar, Richard Halp...

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