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helicopter,” he sneered, “shit, the man must be loaded?”
    “He is,” said the Colonel, “we’ve been gathering together
every little bit of information we can find on both Von Kurst and Oratz.”
    “Yeah,” interrupted Nick, “and guess what?” There was
silence as Nick once again enjoyed playing the bearer of important news.
    “Go on Nick, what have you found out this time?” said Piper,
with a smile on his face.
    “Well Ash, you know how you want to get close to these
guys?”
    “Yes Nick!”
    “Well…take a look at this!” Excitedly, Nick tapped the
return button on his keyboard. The official Von Kurst Electronics website
appeared on his screen, “apparently, there seems to be a VKE promotional
cocktail evening next Thursday, at their head office in Dusseldorf.”
    “Interesting,” whispered Piper, “very interesting.”
    The phone on Nick’s desk rang, interrupting the
conversation, “yeah! Oh, yes sir…right away, no problem!” Nick replaced the
handset and looked at the Colonel. “Sir, Jeanette is back from SHAPE, she’s in
the Commander’s office. You and Ash are to report there immediately.”    
     
    “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?” The bedroom door crashed open
as Otto Von Kurst and Wilhelm Oratz rushed in. “HELGA, NO!” yelled Von Kurst,
“NO! LET HER GO…HELGA.”
    “SHE DEFILES ME!” shouted Helga Zeist, her jaws and teeth
receding, but not her grip.
    “LET GO OF LANA!” Again, Von Kurst shouted as he and Oratz
struggled with the naked woman, prying her powerful fingers from her
tormentor’s throat.  Gradually, Helga’s grip lessened as Lana Franke pulled
herself away, her hair dishevelled from her struggles to keep away from her
patient’s vicious teeth.
    “SHE’S GONE FUCKING INSANE” yelled Lana, “I TOLD YOU SHE
NEEDS TO BE HEAVILY SEDATED.”
    Von Kurst’s raised voice was powerful and commanding, “NO
ONE IS BEING SEDATED, NO ONE!”
    “OTTO,” Lana Franke was hysterical, “LOOK AT THE BITCH!
SHE’S NOT HUMAN! SHE TRIED TO KILL ME, AFTER ALL I’VE DONE FOR HER!”
    Von Kurst looked hastily at Helga, then at his mistress. He
spoke again, calming himself as he did so, “Lana, why is Helga naked?” There
was no reply from Lana Franke as she stood silent, a look of both bewilderment
and anger set fixedly in her mischievous eyes.
    “I asked you a question…Lana,” Von Kurst’s voice was now
cold, menacing.
    “I…I…she, needed to be bathed, Otto.”
    “Did she now?” said Wilhelm Oratz, his sarcastic tone of
voice plainly obvious, “you dirty bitch.”
    “FUCK OFF, WILHELM!”
    “ENOUGH!” yelled Von Kurst, his now bloodshot eyes gazing
down at the woman on the bed. “Helga, how are you feeling?”
    Lana Franke’s skin crawled as a low rumbling growl emitted
from Helga’s vocal chords, her blood red gaze turning towards Von Kurst. “I am
feeling much better now Otto, much better.”
    “Helga, the wolf inside you is beginning to take form. Your
body and mind are developing far too quickly, I am greatly concerned.” Von
Kurst’s tone had changed, his face now seemingly compassionate, a hint of
emotion set in his voice.
    “Don’t be Otto,” replied Helga, “I feel at one with the
wolf…I…am in control.”
    Lana Franke shivered as Helga’s blood red gaze swept over
her, “the next time you dare touch me Lana Franke,” Von Kurst and Oratz
listened to Helga’s frighteningly low voice, “I will rip you to pieces!”
    There was a numbing silence in the room then Von Kurst spoke
again, “Helga, are you well enough to travel?”
    “WHAT!” yelled Lana, “OTTO, I TOLD YOU…” Lana did not finish
her sentence as Von Kurst’s intense gaze motioned her to silence.
    “Yes, I am Otto.”
    “Good, you’re coming with me back to Dusseldorf. I will take
care of you myself and will work from home if I have too.”
    “I don’t fucking believe this,” muttered Lana, folding her
arms and shaking her head in disbelief. That bitch