Chapter Twenty Five- Aftermath
New York has never looked like this before; Times Square looked like a war zone. Everyone assumed that it was a German attack, but Silverwolf knew better. His senses told him that two massive powers had fought here, nearly destroying everything in sight. It was pouring heavily outside as ice-cold rain drops fell from the heavens, and Silverwolf was glad that he had not assumed his wolf form; wet fur was definitely not fun. Just a couple more blocks and he would find what he was looking for. There he was, Trojus, he was in bad shape and still unconscious.
<Sgt Bill Winters, I found him. He looks bad, but I think that he is still alive, sir> <Okay, Silverwolf I am sending a team to your location. Extraction in approximately ten minutes> <Roger that, I will be waiting. Silverwolf over and out> What was that sound, Silverwolf thought to himself. Sgt Bill Winters said ten minutes that could not possibly be him. It was the Romulus Corps arriving. Not good at all, Silverwolf thought to himself. “Stand down, Silverwolf,” Krateros commanded.
He was fearsome at ten feet tall; he stood like a modern day Goliath. He was with Warhawk (Orkan), King Helios’ brother. I am screwed, Silverwolf thought to himself. He transformed into his wolf like form and prepared for battle. Warhawk flew at him, but then there was a sound of thunder and a flash of lightning, Trojus was now awake. “I am beginning to like these odds,” Silverwolf said.