Razor sharp canine teeth and half inch claws trampled the earth, half the man’s weight and twice as fast, voracity for flesh, blood thirsty as the demons they were, half breeds and efficient than the original species both German Shephard enhanced and grey hound imputed, they outmatched man by 4 to 1. The wielders were more lethal though, shotguns, SMGs name it these guards had them locked and loaded, after Gunner was informed of the breakout, he drove at fleet speed and he wasn’t there for comedy hour because Eddie Murphy’s show was over. He ordered immediate prison lockdown and he was serious as they come, all inmates were rounded up like sheep herded for headcount and as protocol each inmate was trolled to their cell and each cell had two inmates and if anyone was missing it was commanded there be immediate search from the air vents to the damn sewers wherever a man’s head can fit it was to be searched, torched or whatever but that inmate was to be found dead or alive. “Cell block

Power, money… one without the other was insufficient, intertwined to bring the perfect figure of how true dominance transfigures, yet it was this embedded vine that each wanted, to get a taste one begged while the other burnt the whole garden to keep this and last tree for himself. Ben was aware by now that one on one he would outmatch Brian in any combat, martial arts, taekwondo, sumo wrestling, name it, Ben was superior in each but sadly the world doesn’t work like that but by the law, “Favors the one with the twig and disfavors the one who lacks.”, rule since the first ray of light. Brian had however branched his power, apart from the other two countries he had under his palm, home was the initial start and there was his foundation, so this small island was his goldmine one Ben preyed to snatch from him and do karma a favor. Under Elizabeth’s power, she was in charge of Madagascar’s activities from the highest bidder to the miser who stole bread to buy powder while Ben handled the

“Attack every structure… leave no stone plastered to its core, all of it down.” He ordered, wise from the start he had laid his plan and each was falling in place, the capture of their now ownership production site was proof. Ben had cooked this idea in a split second… Brian anticipated his moves but surprisingly Ben knew he would, so he let him think he will go with the same idea and walk into a slaughter house smiling the butcher knife blinding with the silver reflection it glanced back, but all meanwhile he had his actual plan in his back pocket. So, he made Brian think he was trying to escape so he can tighten his security, pull more guards, and eventually be easy as answering one’s own questions… the rage in Brian’s eyes, the disappointment in his heavy breaths was confession it worked like magic. So, the two chess players sat, at their pieces they were thinking, Brian had all the pieces minus some few pawns but Ben… the soldier was outplaying him with knights and bishops, one by

They croaked, annoyingly, consistently, “Our well!”, the hoarse shrieks filled the empty whispers… till eventually he let them have it, they want their well let them have it. He had given up on the pity time wasting scuffle with amateurs, Brian aiming to heed to his fiancée’s recurrent pleas did all his actions for his love but now it was his own love… and there was no room enough for these frogs. After Ben had successfully breached and seized the docks and managed to limit its access, he had cut off Brian’s attempt to enter the island and realizing this he figured he will give him his island if he wants it so bad. Factually speaking this made Brian more focused on his two big kingdoms, he had planned to take over Mexico and soon half of the south America, also he had the northern side in his bucket list, so with these dreams it was reasonable he focusses on the bigger picture. “If he wants the island so bad let him keep it.” he convinced his spouse, his hands cupped gently on her ch

Exchange of fires, he held the woodland camo sniper rifle steady, the base balanced on the shoulder to take the recoil impact after each fire, one… two… three… eventually he lost count, his eye was glued on the scope, finger on the trigger letting the muzzle send its ear blasting message to any moving thing in black, eventually like the number of shots he lost the number of lives he took, the headcount was over the bar but the smoke from the muzzle signified the coffins needed. Having let his guard down like in previous experiences where he lost the island, then he lost his cargo, and now his golden goose was slipping from his fingers. But how was it possible, Brian did learn from his experience liking amping the security where things were not in his favor, so was he the one wrong or were his opponents just too good. Turns out news of stollen shipment of a cartel travels faster than the death of a king, after Ben managed to steal the shipment Brian became tensed and overwhelmed by th