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snicker.
The agent was not amused. “Sorry, but it’s better to stay together.
You don’t know what else is out there.”
    “You mean the people you couldn’t catch?” she
asked. This time Harry and Istvan burst out laughing.
    The agent’s face turned red. “Yeah, the
people we couldn’t catch. It’s for your protection.”
    With a sigh and an exaggerated shrug of her
shoulders, Anastasia went over to the closet. It held a variety of
linens, blankets and pillows. She took out three blankets.
Returning to the couch, she tossed one at Istvan and the other at
Harry. Without another word, she sat down, pulled the blanket over
her and put her head down.
    After wrapping himself up in the blanket,
Istvan took a spot on the floor and soon passed out, snoring
loudly. Anastasia, though, raised her head after he nodded off and
whispered to Harry, “Something stinks here. Istvan found us too
easily. I don’t trust him.”
    Harry had to agree. “You think he’s a
spy?”
    “If he isn’t, you can call me Miss Kitty for
the rest of the year,” she said and cracked a tiny smile.
    “You are serious,” Harry answered,
trying not to laugh. All the same, though, things were just a
little too convenient. Cocking his head to one side, he strained
his ears to catch any unusual sounds from outside, but heard
nothing save the night insects and a few mice scratching their way
over the ground.
    “Let’s get some rest,” Anastasia said.
    She leaned against him. Soon, he heard her
quiet, rhythmical breathing. The rhythm of her breathing carried
over to him and he began to nod off. A second before he did, he
hoped that his girlfriend’s prediction wouldn’t turn out to be
true.
     
    “Hey, get up, we got company.”
    Anastasia’s voice, urgent and hoarse, broke
into Harry’s stay within the void known as sleep and he awoke,
springing off the couch. “What kind of company?” he asked, noticing
that her hair stood up on the nape of her neck. She began to growl,
a low sound that reverberated across the room.
    “The worst kind,” she answered and sniffed
the air. “This one’s big, very big.”
    In a flash, Harry thought about his dream. It
seemed that his nightmare was about to manifest itself in reality.
Both agents turned around at the warning with alarmed looks on
their faces. “What is it?” asked the taller man.
    “Something’s coming,” answered Harry, baring
his claws. “Get ready.”
    While Anastasia also bared her claws and
settled into a fighting stance, the agents drew their weapons and
took the safeties off. The taller agent stepped back from the door
a few paces while the shorter agent kept watch at the rear window.
“I got nothing,” the latter man said. “You see anything?”
    “Nothing here,” the taller man said.
    Istvan woke up suddenly and started to
tremble. “I smell something. It is Szabo. He is here.”
    Anastasia turned on him, hissing out, “You
set us up!”
    “No, no, I did not,” Istvan cried and
scuttled over to hide in the corner near the shower area. “He knows
about us, he knows!”
    A loud growl that sounded like a bear crossed
with a demon from hell sounded from outside. The growl quickly
turned into a bellow that made the windows shake. Anastasia took
two steps backwards and then whirled around to warn the agents. “I
smell him, he’s coming through the front door!” she cried. “Get
ready!”
    Her warning wasn’t enough, though, as the
door burst inward and a monster, right out of Harry’s dream, stood
in the aperture. Clad in a pair of khaki-colored trousers and a
ripped up lumberjack’s shirt, at roughly six and a half feet in
height, it had the body of a bear, furry and hyper-muscular.
However, the head resembled a shark’s, with a long snout,
grayish-blue skin, and teeth that had to be at least three inches
in length if not more.
    And were those gills on his neck? They looked
like gills, pulsating in and out. Massive hands ending in long
claws completed the