"Sir, you called me"
"Yes Rafael, come in"
"Sir,yes Sir"
"Here´s your briefing for your next mission. You will go alone, the target is dangerous and we don´t afford lose members of this squad. Be sure to come back alive"
"I have no intention to die, sir, mission accepted, sir"

These words changed his life dramaticaly, he got mission to hunt down a dangerous traitor. Target was former elite soldier of commando squad, one of the best commandos CoU:s army ever had. His name was Detroit, Detroit Gardenia, briefing said that he created an ambush and killed his teammates, and when he tried to jump to enemys camp on cover of revenge, he stole a jet fighter and was shot dead above sea. He should be dead, but reports of commando ops reported that someone matching Detroit in every single detail was found on a island, sea current from his falldown point led there, so it would be possible it carried him to the shore and allowed him to survive for some reason, maybe it was fate, coincidence or luck. Never mind the reason, now our hero goes out there to eliminate Detroit once and for all.

While sitting on second class deck on cruising ship on his way to that island, on cuise of tourist, Rafael tought of ways to defeat this ultimate enemy. "I may be modified soldier and one of the best on my squad, but hell, this enemy is even better than me and he´s completely organig", this kind of thoughts circled in his head, while sun shined down to his white fur. Humans may have gotten sunburned during the time he sat there, but thanks to his completely white fur, which deflected most of the hazardous sunbeams like UV, he was nearly unharmed, expect a little bit of dehydration which was fixed with couple glasses of vodka at the bar of the ship. The destination was lonely island in the middle of the sea, with one city, and the rest of the dry land were untamed wilderness, full of magical beasts, dark beasts, magic users, the island was from a fantasy book, at least it seemed that way for a furry who thanked science for allowing him to live.
One stormy, and one sunny day later ship arrived to that place where the fateful showdown would take place. It was surpisingly warm, even thought it was July and the were no clouds on the sky. Rafael thanked god from his fur that allowed him to strip down so he only got thin-layered breathing cloth shorts on him. As first thing he checked into the Inn, he could live there as long as it took to complete the mission, even couple years. But it didn´t take that long to find Detroit Gardenia. A gang named The Red Clowns (TRC and the island belongs to  kishari) terrorized the secluded island without being bothered whatever they did. From rapings to murders, violence and robberies. The largest shock of them all was the fact that Detroit Gardenia belonged to the command chain of this gang.
The order was this: Leader was Sarpedon, "Beastie Boy" and the five elitist who were right under the command of Sarpedon were Scott "Cocktail", Matt "Murderer, John "Shark", Sawyer "Bad Omen" and the target, Detroit "Hunter". He had changed his noble ideas of serving the country to come to this island and murder innocent people? Rage inside Rafael was furious and he swore an blood oath to all the victims of the gang that he would eliminate Hunter once and for all. The target had been located, and his status digged up. Now started the long stalking period to find out his routines, way he moved, places he visited and stuff like that. One thing that is sometimes forgotted, was monitor the targets friends too, you didn´t want them to barge in during the kill, did you? Thanks to his eye, he was able to watch Hunter from far away without being noticed.
Days flew away as he studied him, but not too closely to avoid being noticed.
Asking from the victims, or their families if the victim was died for some reason, most often the reason was knife cut or bullet hole. Three months passed like this, but then, the moment to deal the finishing strike came and everything was set up. He was lying on roof excatly mile away from the target, with his trusted gun, just to be sure he loaded armor piercing round so nothing would interfere. Rafael took couple aspirins to make sure headache wouldn´t fail the mission. Zoomed his eye to the maximum, and waited calmly. Hunter arrived excatly when his routines told he would to. Everything was complete and ready but still he couldn´t shake the feeling that something was off. Was he noticed? No, it was impossible. "Fuck, I can´t fail here and now. I gotta deal the finishing blow". With thoughs like these atand his head, He pulled the trigger and launched deadly round to fly thorugh the air. If this one missed, there wouldn´t be time for second shot, this had to work, if it didn´t, the possibility of Rafael´s survival would be hanging on a strand of hair.

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Sarpedon "Beasite Boy" and Scott "Cocktail"  kishari
John "Shark" the-inu
Matt "Murderer" belongs to Wolsan
Sawyer "Bad Omen" belongs to Targani
Detroit "Hunter" and Rafael belongs to  mccormig which means me