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Ciudad Picado, Navajo

1835 Hours

It was just a matter of waiting. Natalya was good at waiting. Patience was an important skill for her-it was for any sniper. Even though her air conditioned hotel suite was only mere feet away, the desert sun baked her fur and thirst clawed at her throat. Despite this, she was comfortable, the wolf soul soothed by the knowledge that the hunt was on.

Natalya put her cheek to the stock of her L115A1 long range rifle. Although she preferred the Dragunov for long range shooting, this job would require something with a little more discretion. Besides, the British rifle was not something to be discounted. It fired .308 magnum rounds and was accurate up to 1,100 yards away. It also was equipped with a Killflash suppressor and a bipod, which would make her job easier, and a whole lot quieter. Natalya had elected to replace the standard sights on the weapon with a Ziess PMII telescopic sight, and had zeroed it with her new optics. Pressing her cheek to the cool, composite stock, she peered through the scope to investigate the foot traffic on the streets below, a wolf eying a flock of sheep. The people on the ground seemed awfully close through the high definition scope, even at 200 yards away. The first potential target to enter her kill zone was a pudgy fox in a Hawaiian print shirt and cargo shorts. Natalya let out an amused huff as he waddled down the sidewalk, oblivious to the crosshairs centered on his neck.

Too easy She thought. Besides, her mission wasn't to kill tourists. It had to be the one she was hired to kill. All Natalya knew a few things about him. She knew what he looked like, and that he travelled with a security detail. She didn't need to know anything else. It just happened that she knew a few things about this particular target. He was not only a criminal. He was a profiteer of the sex slave trade. He and his compatriots kidnapped and sold people, often females to the highest bidder. Sold and used, like property, The thought made the wolf's lip curl into a snarl, and although she would never mention it, she would have taken this job with a smile for half the price. Ridding the planet of this... creature was worth it.

Natalya resumed peering at the pedestrians on the street below. The next "target" appeared in the form of a coyote soldier who despite the desert heat wore a helmet and flak vest. Natalya was tempted by him, as she enjoyed the challenge of placing a bullet in the small gaps in the armored vests or in between the ceramic plates. Not the mission She reminded herself. Let him pass.

She brought the crosshairs to center on a uniformed police officer standing on the curb. He was a red and white husky with a build that probably got him a lot of dates, Natalya guessed. The dog's blue eyes glinted in the fading sun. Natalya raised her eyebrow in approval.

I'd like to find out where he hangs out after work. She scolded herself for losing focus of her mission, and kept the cop in her peripheral. He didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary. Hopefully he would be gone by the time her target arrived. It would be a shame to have to put him to sleep, too.

Just as the sun was disappearing behind the mountains to the west, a black SUV careened to a stop in front of the building across the street. Four wolves in business suits quickly exited, along with a bulky looking male lion, who the wolves quickly surrounded in a diamond formation.

Natalya quickly glanced at the flags in front of the building. She estimated the speed of the wind to be between seven and ten miles per hour, which would move the bullet 2 inches to the left at 200 yards. She quickly adjusted the knob on her scope to compensate, and placed the crosshairs on the first bodyguard, who was waving his arm to give instructions to the rest of his team. The team leader again raised his arm, and Natalya fired. The rifle kicked into her shoulder, the Killflash absorbing most of the noise as the bullet entered just under the left armpit of the lead bodyguard and exited out his lower right side, shredding every organ in its path. He was dead before his body crumpled on the sidewalk.

There was utter chaos on the ground. The captain had been shot, but no one heard or saw where it came from. The three remaining wolves left their principal unprotected and exposed as they fanned out looking for the shooter. The lion bent down to assist the fallen wolf, which exposed the side of his neck. Natalya centered her crosshairs there and squeezed the trigger again. She was able to see the vapor trail of the bullet before it impacted at the base of the feline's skull, severing his spine and ripping his throat out when it exited the other side. Both bodies collapsed in a rapidly expanding pool of their own blood. Two instant, catastrophic kills.

Natalya slid backwards on her belly, back into the welcoming chill from the air conditioner, and slowly closed the sliding door. Her joints popped as she stood up and stretched. She peeled off her top, enjoying the chilled air against her bare chest while she slowly lapped water from a glass. Once her thirst was sated, Natalya slid her pants down and turned the shower on its middle setting. She took a moment to admire her muscled form in the mirror before stepping in. The client's payment would be in her account by the time she finished.

not bad for a few hours work she mused aloud.

Maybe she'd call Yote and take him out to dinner tonight. The she-wolf let out a little murr of satisfaction as the lukewarm water cascaded down her fur, and she thought about what they might do after dinner. Yeah, she thought. _I deserve a little reward tonight. _