Yeah. It's me. Sorry for the delay everyone! got lost on the road of life or some shit. Idk. I lost a little bit on inspiration, but my eventual love of spy films brought me back to this. So I've added a little cheesy reference for you harry potter fans out there. it should be dead easy to spot. I hope you enjoy the chapter. Please drop a rate / review if you have the time. Let me know what you want to see next!

Pawaii / Two minutes after the Night Howler Serum was released

Nick stood still, glancing out of the alleyway occasionally to see the animals and citizens of Pawaii tearing each other apart.

Riggs and Manhart had been torn apart by a group of feral animals, before the animals took each other apart.

Nick only had one of their weapons.

He still felt sick to the stomach, but he had to get the antidote into the air.

Harold Weiz had the treatment somewhere.

There must be something….

'Don't be an idiot' a voice in his head echoed out, 'you know what you have to do'

No.

'It's the only option'

No.

'No one is immune, so everyone must be infected' the voice was silky and smooth, 'come on Wilde, there's nothing else left to do'

Wilde clutched the PRED radio a little tighter.

Eventually he brought it up to his muzzle, his teeth gritted in frustration and apprehension before he finally keyed the transmit button.

"Captain Wilde, checking in" any radio chatter that would have been active instantly died as the supposedly dead Nick called in, "situation has gone red. I have confirmation on the deaths of three PRED operatives. The chemical substance leaked out to the populace is currently irreversible… we have no choice" Nick exhaled, focusing his mind. It was hard to give this order, but it had to be done, "Janitor Protocol is in effect. We were never here. This never happened" Nick bit a sigh out, "get it done gentlemen, Wilde out"

All across Pawaii, active PRED operatives would prepare their weapons, gear and their teams. Leodore would not partake in the coming genocide, but PRED had been given an order.

The director would not halt them. Wilde had made the call, and he trusted Wilde's judgement.

This would be a bloodbath.

Nicholas checked the ammo on his gun, before stepping out of the alleyway, shooting two fighting animals.

He was already moving on to others by the time their corpses slumped onto the ground.

The day was young.

Four hours later

"This is Wilde" Nick was covered in blood and dirt, having fought his way from the Pawaii docks to the central residence areas. On the way he had collected an operating earpiece from a dead PRED operative. The mammal must have been afflicted with the Night Howler Serum and was subsequently put down by his teammates, who had obviously moved on to the exfiltration point.

"Anyone out there?" Nick stepped off the street, moving onto the sidewalk that paved the path past the identical white suburban housing.

Two more houses until the next turn off in the street.

Bodies lay everywhere. Some on rooftops, some on the ground, most of them were surrounded by one or two more, all of them having been killed by the claws of another, or the bullet from a gun.

In one day, the island city and the docks would be burnt to the ground.

In two days the government would release a statement forbidding traveling to and from Pawaii on the grounds of biological dangers.

In three days, a cover up story would be released for all the tourist animals visiting, and they would be reported to have died at sea.

The ship involved, the Titan, would be sunk by its captain, who would be paid a substantial amount of money to keep quiet.

He would be found three days later in his apartment room dead, suicide being the apparent cause.

Nick didn't know of all the events to come, but what he did know was that there was movement ahead of him.

There was something coming out of a drain.

A small Komodo dragon, obviously a child, practically leapt out from the drain, running out onto the street, freezing temporarily at the sight of Nick, before turning in fear at the howl that just admitted from the tunnel.

"PAPA!" the reptile shouted into the tunnel, but a blood curdling scream was the only thing that responded to him.

The Janitor Protocol that Nick had initiated made it that he was required to destroy all evidence and silence potential witnesses.

He raised his gun.

The apparent father of the reptile boy burst from the small drain hole with feral rats in business suits clung to its scaly form.

Nick's eyes went wide.

'It can be transmitted by bite'

The Komodo dragon turned savage right before his eyes, instantly ripping and tearing into the rats before turning on its son, eyes wide and wild.

The smaller reptile began to cry as its father advanced on it on all fours, eyes wide with killer intent.

Nick put a bullet through its skull. At 10 meters, it was an easy shot.

The body collapsed to the ground in a second.

"Oi" Nick called to the kid, "you alright?"

The reptile didn't respond to him, instead crawling over to his father's corpse, "papa? Papa… papa!" the boy was just repeating the word now, trying to get his father to move. Nick slowly padded up to the reptile boy, placing his gun at the back of the grieving boys head.

'Do it'

Nick didn't fire.

'Do it.'

Nick couldn't pull the trigger.

'Do it!'

The boy turned around, looking up at Nick.

'DO IT!'

Nick pulled away his hand gun, instead reaching out with his other paw to the crying reptile.

"Come with me"

The young reptile blinked.

"Trust me"

If the Komodo Dragon didn't take his paw, then Nick would have to put a bullet in him.

Scales met fur and Nick lifted the saddened reptile off the floor.

Nick carried the shell shocked child all the way to the exfiltration point, where they would be taken by helicopter back to the PRED base.

Solomon, the Komodo Dragon that Nick rescued, would become a PRED operative.

In the months to come of basic training, the Komodo Dragon would become Solomon Wilde.

Present time, Warehouse

"FUCK!" Mitch swore, and Nick leant back, flicking the knife up into the air, catching it by the blade.

Taking a second, Nick tossed it, cutting a deep gash across the wolf's tied up arm.

"Five points" Finnick grumbled lazily.

He nodded at Cassandra, who took her own knife out, doing the same as Nick by flicking it into the air to catch it, before throwing again.

Blood leaked out from the side of the Wolf's head.

"Seven" Nick scored it.

Finnick took his own knife out.

Darts.

'This was what they meant by darts' Judy thought in horror. They needed answers from the wolf, and they had each voted on what they would do, but Judy had interrupted them when they were suggesting removing limbs, nails or teeth. When Nick had suggested darts, Judy was sceptical, but it sounded better than the Bob. The Bob being to remove the arms and legs of the wolf, then throwing him in the water to see if he'd float.

"Four" Cassandra rated, watching Finnick's blade as it protruded from Mitch's foot.

Judy felt sick. They were torturing this wolf. What they were doing was just… evil. Judy looked over all of them, watching their faces.

Blank and apathetic.

Judy took solace in the fact that these trained killers might not enjoy what they were doing.

'What if they do?'

She froze up.

What if Nick wasn't what he seemed? What if he was the rabbit eating monster? What if-

"FUCKING HELL I'LL TALK! STOP! STOP!"

Mitch cracked.

"Haven't had pain training in a while eh?" Cassandra mocked.

Mitch snapped his jaw at her and snarled, but remained submissive.

"Who hired you?" Nick got right down to business.

"Middle man for some rabbit. He wasn't a snitch and his contact list checked out"

"Why'd you take the job?" Finnick crossed his arms, a deep scowl set on his face.

"Are you kidding me?" the bloodied wolf grinned, "a chance to take another shot at Wilde?" he looked at Nick and his expression mellowed out.

"Are you…" Nick couldn't finish his sentence. He was actually shocked.

"Her?" Cassandra's eyes flew open, "you took the job because of her?"

"I loved her" Mitch snarled, his eyes still on Nick, "he ate her"

Nick leant back, taking a quick breath and closing his eyes tight. Eventually, he opened them, before asking, "after all this time?"

Mitch did not hesitate.

"Always"

The door to their small enclosed office was kicked outward.

They all turned to see Finnick standing their, arms still crossed, but his expression had shifted into outright fury.

"Out"

"Fin-"

"OUT!" he shouted.

Nick was the first to leave. Cassandra soon followed.

"You too Hopps" Finnick snarled, his gaze currently locked with the wolf's.

Judy slowly padded towards the door.

She turned away from the warehouse interior, turning back to Finnick with the strongest expression she could muster.

"Don't kill him"

Finnick scoffed.

"I'm not gonna kill him" he snarled, "just gonna teach him something"

Undisclosed Location

"Wilde has Mitchell?"

"Yes sir"

The rabbit stood at attention in the dark room, the black lines of hair on his grey fur practically disappearing into the darkness.

He held a full mechanical helmet under his arm, keeping it secured as he looked into the video camera. He was standing at attention with his tactical armor still on, each of the deadly features removed for the video meeting. It was a one way meeting of course… as always. His employer's always kept their anonymity.

The camera looked back at him, with his boss looking through its black lens. Only the red light on the camera informed him that his employer was still live.

"You promised me results" the robotic voice echoed out from speakers attached to the computer. The vocal's of his employer were always garbled, never allowing them to be traced.

"I did not expect Wilde to be this… determined to find Mister Weiz" the rabbit shifted uncomfortably.

"You also valued the skills of a PRED operative more than your own agents"

"Mitchell was always on an even level with Wilde. It appears that he has let himself slip since Russia"

"Perhaps his motivation is lacking?"

"Highly unlikely sir" the rabbit always assumed it was a sir. That was just the way it went.

"How so?"

"Mitchell's motivation is the death of the PRED operative Jessica Stride. The one that Wilde consumed while under the influence of the Nighthowler serum in Pawaii. Mitchell was… attached, to the rabbit operative"

"Predator loving prey… disgusting"

"This is the same motivation that drives Wilde to hunt down Mister Weiz"

"Disgusting" the voice wasn't even listening. The animal on the other end of the line was just contemplating.

"I can organise a strike team from Mitchell's forward operating base" the rabbit tried to get the report back on track.

"Do whatever you need to keep the wolf silent"

"What of Mitchell's team?"

The voice didn't even hesitate.

"No loose ends Mister Savage"

"I understand"

The rabbit left the room.

I hope you enjoyed. Somewhat of a short chapter, but it does what it is intended to do: set up the next chapter and a few gun fights.

Thanks for sticking around :P