Episode 4

When he got out of the taxi, he paid the driver, who helped him unload his luggage.

Ronni carried his belongings into the small guesthouse, one in particular, the heaviest, he kept close to him. He always had authorization to carry his weapons on his travels, advantages of being a former elite combatant.

Soon after filling out the form with the attendant, he went to the upper floor. The place was small and very simple, but it served his purpose, by his calculations, he wouldn't be there for more than five days.

He opened the door and came across some cockroaches freely roaming the place. Ronni just crushed them with the soles of his shoes. He'd been in much worse places in his life. He just wanted to rest his body after exhausting hours on a plane.

He placed his bags in a corner and pulled the curtains. From where he was, he had a beautiful view of a good part of the port, with his binoculars he would have an idea of all the suspicious movement.

It wasn't long before there was a knock on his door, it was the food he had ordered at the reception. Lots of steak and fried eggs, that's what he learned from his friend Marcus Petrus's loyal employee, protein to relieve the pain caused by the changing moon. Too bad he couldn't eat a bloody steak...

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He was exhausted, he barely ate and threw himself on the bed, waking up only the next morning, before daybreak. He took off his crumpled clothes, took a shower, and put on casual clothes, going down to reconnoiter the area.

It had been years since he visited Ireland, his last passage there was on a mission for the government. Now he was on his own, without the support of the special forces, and extreme care was needed.

He carried a loaded pistol in the back of his waist, but in the close-fitting holster, he had his weapon loaded with silver bullets, the loose shirt disguised the bulk.

He was wearing sunglasses so he could observe everything around him without showing his interest.

Just around the corner was a small coffee shop, where he calmly entered and sat on a stool next to the counter, ordered a strong coffee and a toasted sandwich. He was hungry.

He observed with disguised interest the coming and going of some customers and the movements of the waitresses. He didn't feel anything unusual there, and after almost an hour in the place, he decided to leave to go further into the port area.

He paid the bill and left, heading towards the flow of uniformed men going to the port.

The closer he got to the port, the more Ronni realized how dirty the streets were and some homeless people roamed the place. It wasn't a large port, but there were many "containers" there. He tried to continue until he could get closer, but he was stopped by security guards who wanted a badge to be presented.

Ronni just turned around, determined to return later at night, and with the darkness, maybe he would go unnoticed.

The victims of the possible werewolf were found among the containers, missing part of their bodies, which seemed to have been devoured by some animal.

Just this finding was a strong indication that a beast was roaming freely there, and it was up to him to eliminate it.

With slow steps, he walked through the narrow streets, looking around as he returned to the small guesthouse. He unlocked the door to his room, locking it right after.

He took off his glasses and his weapons, leaving everything on the small piece of furniture next to the bed. He went to the window with his binoculars in his hands and started to observe everything he needed, he had to mentally map those streets to have a good escape route if necessary.

He wanted to resolve everything quickly. He wanted to be in Cornwall when his moon arrived. There he had perfect forests for his wolf to have fun with a good hunt. It had been a while since his companion was free.

A satisfied wolf is easier to tame...

He looked at his wristwatch, 11:00 AM, that's why he was hungry, but he needed meat. He wouldn't eat there at the guesthouse, if he ordered more meat they would think he was crazy.

He picked up his weapons again and went down again, walking calmly through the streets, guided by his sense of smell. Soon he was right in front of a restaurant where the smell of meat made his stomach complain, they were repeated noises.

He didn't wait any longer, he entered and his wolf growled softly. Ronni knew what he wanted, his companion wanted blood. He chose a table away from the others and waited patiently for the waiter, who arrived very friendly, with a notepad in his hand.

Ronni inhaled automatically, his senses on alert. He could smell it, standing right in front of him was a wolf.

The man contracted his lips, Ronni could see that he had also been recognized.

"I don't want trouble." The man said seriously, without the friendly smile from before. "I have a wife and children, I need this job."

Ronni looked at the man in front of him, this was not his way of hunting, he wouldn't do it in the restaurant, in front of so many people as witnesses.

He didn't smell danger, just fear.

"Don't worry, I'm just here to eat, I need meat." He looked suggestively at that man standing there, right in front of him.

"I know what you expect me to serve you. I'll take care of it."

The short and somewhat balding man hurried towards the kitchen.

Ronni was thoughtful in his corner. First he would have lunch, only then would he try to analyze what he had discovered.

When the man returned, he was serious and spoke slowly, in a clear effort to be in control.

"I made a special request to the 'chef'. Bloody steak, I believe that would be your order, sir."

"We need to talk." Ronni said, staring at the waiter.

"Sir, I'm at my job..."

"After your workday. I'll be outside."

The man nodded his head. There would be no escape, the customer was insistent.

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