The Aftermath... (PAFPUFN) PM me if you're interested

"What else?" He asked looking over at the bed and yawning.

(I think it's time the PMC's met this giant wolf, one versus one, or... Tank versus man with a BB gun in a lung-powered wheelchair, you down?)

Wolfee slowly carried her over to her bed and set her on it. "I need to clear my mind... I'll be back later." He grabbed his clothing and put it on, all of it fitting him like a glove. He went to grab his Colt Gov't and it's holster, but grab's one of Alex's instead. He looks at his Colt and picks it up, still fitting in his hand like it always had since his dad gave it to him on his 3/10 birthday. "Um... Alex, you should come see this..."

"In my left hand, is your gun. See how small it is? In my right hand is my gun," He holds up his pistol with his finger on the trigger guard, and points towards the other guns. "My weapons and clothing grows with me d*mmit! My superiors knew I would grow like this! I think the vet was right, they cloned me to be a super-soldier. I need to go for a walk... alone... I'll be back..." As he walked out the door, he unpinned the golden eagle from his collar, and stared at it for awhile. "No... No, when I kill them, I want them to know it was a Seal. He ripped all patches off his uniform, letting them fall to the ground as he entered the woods, having only his Colt and Desert Eagle, the rifles were left twist-tied into a word looking metal origami swan.

(Oh, and he wants to capture a PMC general to make a ransom order for new weaponry, and a vehicle, along with the termination on the search and destroy op on Alex, with proof that the op has been terminated, with no harm done to Alex whatsoever or he goes after the entire PMC soldiers in the immediate vicinity of his and the general's coordinates until he carves a path straight to Gaspar[Kaspar?] so he rip him in half and devour his children. Could that be made possible?)

As Gaspar gave his orders, a bullet hit him in the knee cap, and his Achilles tendon, rendering him crippled. The wolf then fired at every messenger-like soldier their, aiming for headshots, with deadly, pinpoint accuracy. Being a seal had had it's uses. 6 hostiles down, 4 more left, HVT immobilized. Next he switched to his Desert Eagle, the .50 destroying the heads of the two generals, the sound of it being fired echoing through the woods. He holstered both of his pistols and charged from the woods with a growl from hell, smacking one soldier out of his way and bashing the others head against a tree until it exploded, blood and brain-matter going everywhere he passed Gaspar, he took his combat shirt off, showing all the bullet being ejected out of his body, the wounds themselves sealing up and closing. As he approached the last soldier, who was just barely alive, he dragged him back in front of Gaspar, throwing him down onto stomach and smashing his knee against the sweet spot, causing instant paralysis from the waist down. He bored his eyes straight into Gaspar's soul, knowing that using the soldier he held in would be useless in an interrogation against a warlord pig such as Gaspar. So instead, as a demonstration of ruthlessness, and raw strength, he tightened his grip on the PMC soldiers head, pressing his full weight down on the soldiers shoulders, pulling up with the hand around the soldiers head, who was screaming in agony, being heard back at Alex's house. As the skin, sinew, muscles, and tendons ripped apart from each other, the soldier's blood spurted out onto Gaspar's face as it finally came undone, the spine coming out with it, which the Wolfe broke against Gaspar's head, knocking him unconscious so he could drag him to a more secluded clearing in the woods, where he tied him up, and threw a bucket of water on Gaspar to wake him up.

"I don't speak your language Gaspar. And frankly, I'm tired of f*cking hearing it..." He holds a crowbar in his hand, and smashes it against the knee that had been blown out by the first .50 round. "I need a few things from you, things that could be mutually beneficial to us both... Are you interested?"

"Dog... dog... No, no dogs here, there's a wolf however... A Dire Wolf. Purebred. And you, you sniveling, worthless, little sack of rat sh*t excuse for a man, should be dead like your men, and all the others I've killed of yours. Now, tell them to release Alex if you ever want to breath outside again. You have 10 seconds before I start torturing again." He holds the headset up to his mouth, speaking to all of the PMC since he stole Gaspar's radio. "Attention soldiers of the PMC, your leader is worthless, I have him with me right now, and unless my demands are met, I will kill him. I do not want to, but allow me to introduce myself, I'm the giant wolf that's been terrorizing the PMC patrols for a while now, and if you all do not swear your allegiance to me, I kill your leader and cut all ties to those funding you. There is a small lake that I am in, I want you to bring me Alex first, and immediately, to this cabin unharmed, if you fail to comply, you will all die. And I swear on my grave that it'll happen, starting with sniveling slob you call a leader. He had been shot twice in the leg, and had a sidearm he could've shot me with, but he is a coward, would you rather serve under me, who has taken out 6 of your patrols in the last 3 days alone? Or someone who can't even muster up the courage it takes to shoot someone in the back save the men paid to protect him? If you are willing to accept me as your leader, bring Alex to the lake immediately, do not make me come fine you, I will shove a rusty shovel up each one of your asses, to get her myself. 5 minutes, what's your choice rapists, live or die. You've seen what's left of your patrols, you're next if she's not here in 5, goodbye."

Keeping the receiver on, he sat down on a table, staring at him. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, not even respecting your own army, they're not just men, they're soldiers, putting their lives on the line to serve a man who doesn't even appreciate them... Now me, I was United Stated Navy Seal, I'm sure that if they we're too understand the opportunity to enhance themselves and open even more doors to the world, as assassins, mercenaries, anything, that's what soldiers can be, anything, not just that militia you have thrown together for security purposes to hide you illegal activity. Armies aren't meant to be feared, they're meant to be respectable soldiers, not petty mall-cops for a drug runner, or whatever the hell you are. How about this; Attention fellow soldiers, if you wish to turn the PMC's reputation around so you can get what you need on your own, instead of the shit this guy spends on you, the weaponry you use has been outdated for years, though he probably told you that he payed top-dollar for state-of-the-weaponry, when he really only cares about himself. Start thinking for yourselves for once, rally at the cabin to show support of the overthrow of Gaspar, the worst leader any type of armed forces can have. Together, me and the support of the PMC can bring this hatred towards you down, it'll take time, but it'll start by getting your equipment re-outfitted. Then establishing contacts with potential clients or additional funding from out of country. Just come down to the cabin, that's where it starts. I'll see you in a bit soldiers." He still holds the button down, seeing that from his last outburst, Gaspar is close to making a dire mistake because of the blind fury. The wolf stares at him cockily, a smirk of confidence on his face.

"You mean the nuclear weapons? I could give a fuck less about them... I'm quite done here though, you've given me enough info. Goodbye Gaspar, you should've left her alone." With that, he puts the gun to his head, preparing to fire.

(Can I please kill this arrogant bastard XD)

"I didn't say this wasn't going to be painful..." He looks under the chair, where a sex machine sits with nailed bat on it after the smooth butt plug that was going to allow the bat to enter. He turned it on, slowly at first, but faster and harder with each full pull out. He then aims a nail gun at his dick, firing three times, once in each separate testicle, and one in the tip. "You shoulda of been more cooperative with me Gaspar, all I wanted was the girl set free, you caused this yourself. Goodbye." With that he got out his knife and carved "Dire Wolf" into his chest, deep enough to scare for life, but not even close to being deep enough kill him. As he sheaths his knife, he takes out his Desert Eagle again and fires twice, one hitting his other knee, the other hitting the sex machine speed/force control, turning it all the way up and igniting the kerosene underneath the cabin, igniting the slow-burning fuel. "Who the f*ck keeps kerosene at a fishing cabin!?" He quickly exits the house closing the door and turning around to face the beach. "Poor bast*rds gonna attract a lot more attention when he st-" He sighs as the screams start to wail out of the cabin. "Nevermind..."

(Had this wierd feeling that nobody was showing up cause he wasn't looking outside, so I had to be sure, but I only wanted him to control it so the US government got more and more interested in it so they'd send some people to investigate and he'd kill them, to send another message. But again, don't care. He's a lot more worried about the fact that Alex never showed up.)

(What, how was I supposed to know there was kerosene there?)

After a moment, he took off sprinting through the woulds, not leaving a trail cause the authorities would be investigating that one. He neared the edge of the woods and smiled softly as her house came into view, then his eyes widened, and he sprinted inside the house, slowing as he got to the door. Withdrawing his pistol, he slowly opened the door and walked inside, checking her bed first.