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"Wh - ?" Warren stammers, glancing around in surprise when he realizes his dog isn't directly beside him any more. He races around the edge of the warehouse, grinning when he fins Buddy yelping near a large wooden box. "Hey, good boy! You knew just where to find the order, didn't you?"
He glances back and forth to make sure no one's nearby to watch. Then he sets his backpack on the ground, pulls out a screwdriver, and sets to work getting the box open. He slides the lid off and whistles. "Would you look at this!" he whispers. "No wonder the boss was so upset about getting his shipment late."
The box is filled with about fifty canisters of a glowing blue liquid. Warren whistles and pulls one out, holding it toward Buddy so he can sniff it if he wants. "Know what this is?" he asks softly. "This is . . . holy crow, I didn't even know we had this in the area. This is liquid wolfsbane mixed with a few other chemicals. I've heard shifter hunters use it, but I've never actually seen it up close."
He slides the lid back onto the box and shakes his head. "So it turns out the shifter hunters are real. I wonder if the shifters are?" He shrugs and starts tugging at the box, grunting. After a few minutes, though, he huffs and wipes his forehead. ". . . probably should have brought the car for this one. I didn't think it would be so big."
He glances back and forth to make sure no one's nearby to watch. Then he sets his backpack on the ground, pulls out a screwdriver, and sets to work getting the box open. He slides the lid off and whistles. "Would you look at this!" he whispers. "No wonder the boss was so upset about getting his shipment late."
The box is filled with about fifty canisters of a glowing blue liquid. Warren whistles and pulls one out, holding it toward Buddy so he can sniff it if he wants. "Know what this is?" he asks softly. "This is . . . holy crow, I didn't even know we had this in the area. This is liquid wolfsbane mixed with a few other chemicals. I've heard shifter hunters use it, but I've never actually seen it up close."
He slides the lid back onto the box and shakes his head. "So it turns out the shifter hunters are real. I wonder if the shifters are?" He shrugs and starts tugging at the box, grunting. After a few minutes, though, he huffs and wipes his forehead. ". . . probably should have brought the car for this one. I didn't think it would be so big."