"Find the one that got away!"
"When I get it I'll kill it!"
The voices carried from the large laboratory building. Inside men waring black uniforms rushed up and down the halls, back and forth. All or them seemed to be looking for something, checking one place running off to check another while someone else checks the same place, then coming back to check it again.
"What happened," a black haired man walked into the building. His dark eyes scanned the room.
All the men looked at each other. After a short while one of them spoke up, "Well you see Night, one of the wolves got out."
"Witch one?" Night asked his eyes gleaming angerly.
"N-Number 17, the w-white and black m-male," the man stammered, seeming to shrink under Nights glare.
"And how did this happen?" Night questioned all of them.
"W-we don't know," the man stammered again looking quite scard now.
"You don't know," Night said looking at all of them, "You don't know," He repeated again. "We can't have them getting away, they're our ticket to control. The more wolves we loss the more called we have to deal with. A called is nothing without his wolf, and you have just let one more find his!!!"
"T-there's n-no g-garentee t-the w-wolf h-has f-found t-the o-one h-he's s-supposed t-to b-be w-with," the man stuttered with a large amount of effort.
"So you think it's okay? You think it will make no difference that that wolf got out?" Night hollered, his face red with fiery.
"N-no, j-just th-that t-there m-might b-be n-no h-harm d-don."
"You had better hope there isn't," Night threatened him and without another word left the building.
