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| - Brian grunted as the two henchmen, Bill and Godfrey, forced them into their car. "Now you three is gonna listen to us," Godfrey said in a tough, gangster voice. "Youze is gonna kill that daddy of yours, 'cause he's a threat to the nation! Then you're gonna help us get the rest of these monsters! Understand?" "Sure," said Grandma Harper. "Now let's get on with it!" "You don't sound very reluctant," said Bill sarcastically. "Of course we are!" said Audrey, angrily. "But there's nothing we can do about it, so we might as well get it over with!" "Wonder where he came from," said Bill.
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| - Brian grunted as the two henchmen, Bill and Godfrey, forced them into their car. "Now you three is gonna listen to us," Godfrey said in a tough, gangster voice. "Youze is gonna kill that daddy of yours, 'cause he's a threat to the nation! Then you're gonna help us get the rest of these monsters! Understand?" "Sure," said Grandma Harper. "Now let's get on with it!" "You don't sound very reluctant," said Bill sarcastically. "Of course we are!" said Audrey, angrily. "But there's nothing we can do about it, so we might as well get it over with!" "That's the idea!" said Godfrey, as the car pulled out of garage of Shimming's makeshift hideout in the Porcupine Mountains. A thick blanket of snow lay on the ground, which slowed the car's progress significantly. But that wasn't the only reason. As the vehicle rumbled through the silent forest, a pair of hideous eyes gleamed, watching its progress. Suddenly, there was a loud thump overhead as something landed on top of the car. "What the..." exclaimed Bill, as claws began to dig through the top. "IT'S A WEREBEAST!" shouted Godfrey, reaching for his gun. "Don't let him through!" The top of the car began to rip away. Godfrey shot several rounds through his gun. There was a horrible shriek, then a gurgle. Then a limp body fell from the top into the snow. The two got out to look at it. "Wolverine," said Godfrey. "That's disgusting!" "Wonder where he came from," said Bill. But the creature wasn't dead yet. As Bill was looking at its wound, its eyes flashed once more. It grabbed at his leg with its claws and managed to attach its mouth to the leg before being shot again. "YOWCH!" shouted Bill, looking at the teeth sunk into his skin. "Get it offa me!" "Hold your horses," said Godfrey, grabbing the head and loosening the jaw. Suddenly he stopped. "Wait a minute," he said, looking at his partner. "That were-animal just bit you! You're one of them!" For a moment there was silence, as his partner looked at him in horror. "You're not going to—!" "It's neccessary," said Godfrey unemotionally, drawing his gun and firing. Bill fell dead on the snow, blood flowing from the wound in his chest and the bite on his shoulder, a shocked look on his face. "You monster!" cried Audrey, horrified. "You've killed a human, and your own partner nonetheless!" "It's my job to get every single werebeast that comes along," said Godfrey. "He was still human!" shouted Margaret furiously. "You're more of a monster than any of them would ever be!" Without so much as a reply, Godfrey got back into the driver's seat and continued down into lower Michigan. But the three in the back had a plan.
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