The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 240

Julia blew through that door and found herself staring at three armed men. They may have worn torn and dirty clothing, but they had the bearing of soldiers… those combat boots are a dead giveaway…

“I need one alive,” Evelyn said.

The werewolf did not hesitate. While their kind were not as formidable in human form they did have tweaked reflexes. Her shotgun roared to life three times, leaving two bloodied and dying from being struck by buckshot to the chest…

The third was bleeding from the leg, but did not have time to make a sound. Clara found herself transferred to the werewolf, just as a room door blew out.

“What the?” They said in unison but pushed on.

a cinematic photo of three battle-hardened men standing shoulder to shoulder, their rugged features and stone-cold gazes emanating a sense of tension, in the midst of a decrepit, narrow hallway of a once-opulent hotel, its lavish chandelier hangs crookedly from the ceiling, surrounded by peeling wallpapers and shattered mirrors, while wearing tattered, earth-toned civilian clothing, their scuffed combat boots, tactical gloves, and holstered weapons reveal their true identities as soldiers, the dim, warm lighting casting dramatic shadows on their rough, unshaven faces, with prominent facial features, weathered skin, and a mix of fatigue and determination etched on their brows, set against a backdrop of crumbling luxury, evoking a sense of foreboding and unease.

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