[For great kidnapping]

[rebelw_outclaws]

It's sunny and clear today, if on the cool side.

At the edge of the Pack's territory, Russ is working on his bike. It had been making a couple odd noises when he pulled in from patrol, and it's a quiet day in any case, so he figures there's no harm in tuning up the engine while he's out here.

His jacket lies on the sidewalk nearby.

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[sanctuscide]

At the edge of Pack territory and just within his rifle sight. He had been tracking down the wolves like the animals that they were and only after a couple of days had he learned whom their Alpha was. Russ Harris. He had the names. Now, he has the face.

Alone.

Hunting animals is no harder than it was before it all when to shit. All you need to be is patient.

[rebelw_outclaws]

. . . Something smells.

His head comes up, nostrils flaring.

[sanctuscide]

Loading the rifle. It's a tranquilizer.

Unfortunately.

[rebelw_outclaws]

Russ stands, one hand on his bike.

"So," he calls, still scenting for the location of whoever's he's smelling, "you got business?"