Reapers: The Apprenticeship of David Mancia – Part 5

Part 5: The Strength of the Wolf

“Good. So, you know why I’m here. I was wondering how I would discuss the particulars of ending your life,” I said. I needed to buy some time and figure out a way to close the physical distance between us on my terms.

The advantage was his: enhanced night vision, superior reflexes, and enhanced auditory perception. He could smell fear. Any movement I made from a fixed position would betray me. Though disadvantaged, Rasool prepared me well for this encounter. Always keep moving and bait the jackal. Or, in this case, I’d have to bait the wolf. It’s not enough to visually deceive a Lycan, you have to fool all of its senses at once. Make them attack based on reflex, and then strike.

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Reapers: The Apprenticeship of David Mancia – Part 4

Part 4: Gavin Whitley

It was cold in Charlestown, Massachusetts.  Rasool ensured I had a place to lay my head, at the Constitution Inn.  It was a far cry from the luxurious abode I had grown accustomed to in Seattle, but it reminded me of the temporary nature of my assignment.  Charlestown was small and rather clean.  I didn’t see homeless camps along the freeways or city streets; a view that became more and more common in Seattle over the years.  What was Charlestown doing differently?  The Emerald City might learn a thing or two from the New England town.  But, I wasn’t here for civic admiration.  I was here to reap.

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