As the bullet flew through the air with amazing speed and lethal potentiality, dodging it would imbossible without posessing some kinda supernatural abilities, other way to survive was the possibility of the aim to be off right from the start. In those seconds that it took to reach to goal, something happened, whatever it was, it caused the bullet to miss the target and drill to the ground right next the target. It took few minutes from Rafael to realize that he had missed. "Goddamn it, gotta retreat and fast" he thought as he collected his stuff lighting fast and headed to the planned escape route. The roles had changed, prey became hunter, hunter became prey. And this was the nest of the new hunter, giving him upper hand. Cursing his failure with words too foul to be written here, white furred supersoldier tried to make his way out of the situtation, dead can´t do anything, but when you are still alive, there will be chance for second try. Good fighter always memorizes his surroundings so misstep won´t cause tripping and therefore exposure to the attacks from the enemy. They had mile beetween them at the beginning of chase, but who knows how much it has diminished during the first minutes. Physical fight wasn´t exactly Rafael´s strongest skill, so the plan was to find a large open area, with possible covers of course, to use his Desert Eagles and complete the mission, even at the cost of his own life. He stationed to the place where he could see the areas entrances and be ready for enemys arrival and he didn´t have to wait for long. Hunter stepped to the hall, looking relaxed, but somehow sending feelings of bloodlust everywhere around him. This guy never dropped his guard, ever. Chances of this to succeed would be minimal, but he had to do it, Detroit was way too dangerous to be let to live anymore. Rafael spinned from his hideout with both of his guns pointing at Hunter, he pulled the triggers, but didn´t make it in time, both rounds missed. His heart rate increased as he realized that he had lost the upper hand of ambush, and the Hunter knew he was there. He heard something moving and without hesitation, partly because of his panic state, he shot to the direction of the sound, just to notice it had been a rat, not furry, but small sewer rat. Once again he gave his location away and had to leave it. He sneaked over the crate he was hiding behind. Nothing was there, he shoo few shots testing if the enemy was still there, but nothing moved or made sound. "Is that your best? Seriously guys, got nobody better to come after me?" sarcastic voice said from somewhere near the roof. Rafael had never heard Hunters voice before, but immeaditely he knew that the speaker was him. He pointed his gun to the source of the voice, but there was always the chance it was an echo and the reak source was somewhere else. Turning full 360 circle, ready to dodge possible attacks but nothing happened. Slowly he headed to the stairs leading to the walkway near roof. Metallic sounds echoed trough the deserted factory hall as Rafael walked up the stairs. Albino attatched flashlights to the muzzles of the guns to see better, bad thing was, that this way he also become more easily noticed. No sign of life anywhere expect the furry himself, but still, Hunter had to be somewhere here. He searched whole roof "floor" but couldn´t find a thing, well, not a living thing. Rafael thought of the possibility of Detroit leaving the hall. Never let your guard down, even if the threat seems to be over. He put one of his guns to the holster on left leg, and holded the other with both hands. "Guns, aye? Your death wish has been accepted" same voice said again and with soft sound of something falling to the floor, grey furred wolf furry walked from the shadows and looked up. He looked normal, well trained body, but not very muscled, normal looking clothes, but his aura... It was full of bloodlust and murderous intent, at the same time, it was... familiar? Rafael was shocked from the feeling that he and that murderer would be the same. "Hunter, you have killed too many innocent, this ends now, until one or both of us are dead" albino said, trying to sound firm and righteous. "Oh well, fine by me. By the way, have we met before? You seem familiar" Detroit said and the other one answered "I have nothing to do with your kind. But I have to kill you before you harm anymore innocent ones". They both pointed each other with guns. Fingers squeezed the triggers and bullets pierced the air. Both stood firmly, but then Hunter fell to the ground. Rafael walked down the stairs and put his fingers to the neck of Detroit, trying to find a pulse, there were none. Assuming Detroit was dead, albino turned around to leave the place. Suddenly bullet pierced him, white furred looked the grey one and saw smoking gun pointing at him. It was all a trap, he never hitted Detroit with his shot, it was all fake, and now his arrogance paid him his victory. Albino falled over and was lying on his back when Hunter came next to him. "How, how are you alive? I have never missed, and you dodged me twice. And you had no pulse, you were dead, how?" Rafael said barely being able to speak. "You´re way to green to beat me, but you have truly tremendous potential and I could have use for your kind. Wanna join the gang?". Rafael gasped when he heard this offer, HE, to the most horrifying gang in the world? But then he had started thinking what he had done with his life. Army was the answer, his whole life was in the army. From baby to the adult. Killing, murdering, everything just because "It was an order". "You really have guts, I tried to kill you twice, I was sent to kill you, by the country that tried to kill you and branded you as traitor. Interesting, I want to see whar you got for me, let´s say I accept your offer" Rafael said and grabbed Hunter´s hand. Detroit grinned and helped Rafael to stand. The two of them walked to the night disappearing from this story. Good night guys and girls, this is the end of the story. But not the end of the Rafael, we will hear more from in the future. Just wait till then.

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Rafael and Detroit "Hunter" belong to  mccormig, me

Thanks for those who read this story, bigger thanks for those who read the whole story. This is it for now, let´s see if I submit something else in the future, ´til then