It was early morning when John entered the telegraph office. The wolf paused and looked around the rather empty room, he spied the collection of writing desks and in the corner, bolted to the wall was a public telephone. The wolf breathed a sigh of relief as he strode over to the device, picked up the reciever and dialed 0.
“Hello, Operator? I’d Like to make an international call.”
“And who am I connecting you to?” Came the reply from the other end of the line.
“The estate at Sagamore Hill, on the Long Island Switchboard.”
“One moment, please.”
Wright sighed and checked his watch as the operator’s voice vanished from the other end of the line for a few moments before the sound of the line connecting crackled through the earpiece.
“Hello?” Came the voice of a tired sounding woman at the other end of the line, the sound of her seemed to relax the wolf.
“Edith, It’s John, I need to speak with your husband, is he awake?”
“You know he always rises with the sun, I’ll get him.” John grinned, his former business partner may have been born in the east, but he lived like a true man of the fronteir.
“Thank you Edith.”
“John, are you alright? This is the first we’ve heard from you since the ranch went under, We’ve been worried.”
“I’ll be fine, I just need to speak to Him, alright?”
There was a muffled reply and the line went quiet again. It wasn’t long until another voice came from the reciever.
“John! Where in the hell have you been?” came the gruff voice at the other end.
“T.R. As much as I’d love to catch up, this isn’t a social call. You know why I’m calling?”
“I do. Your situation is pretty grim here. The bank has mostly ignored my debts and are coming after yours with all the piss and vinegar they can muster. They had a lot of money invested in us, and it near ruined them too.”
“What the hell happened with that?”
“Well, when their share prices collapsed they were bought out cheap by some Dandy. I’ll give you three guesses as to who that was and the first two don’t count.” John Grimmaced, there was only one man on earth who would buy a bank just to pick a fight with him.
“Patrick.” He grumbled “Of course it would be him.”
“I don’t understand his problem.”
“He’s had it in for me since ’63, anyway. I need you to relay a message to George, ask him to keep my remaining assets safe in San Francisco, and see if he can Counter my brother’s influence there. I may need a safe harbor.”
“You’re going to do something you’ll regret, Aren’t you?” Came the disappointed reply.
“Unless it kills me before I can Live to regret it.” John Sighed
“Now don’t go making promises you can’t keep. I Suppose now would be a good time for George to send your retirement gift.” John smiled weakly at that.
“Yeah, He can send it to the city State of New Babbage, and Thanks T.R.”
There was a click as the phone was hung up, and John set the reciever down. and left the Telegraph office feeling slightly disheartened.
He had Been watching the Millitia guard since sunset, this one had a tendency to patrol alone, easy enough. His new employers seemed keen on taking out someone in the millitia and the haggard man he had watched from his rooftop perch looked more like a waste of uniform than anything else. The wolf watched the soldier stumble out of one particular alley after each hour on duty, a secluded little quayside where he had presumably stashed some drink.
“Well, I’m probably doing the millitia a service cleaning out useless men like this” he thought to himself.
Silently he climbed down from the roof and followed the man down into the isolated quay. Like a ghost he quietly closed the distance, just as the Soldier turned to face him, it didn’t matter. The wolf closed his paw around the man’s throat and lifted him into the air, the six foot tall Moreau held him aloft like he weighed nothing and tightened his grip, slowly choking the life out of the man.
As his vision blurred and all became dark the last thing that stood out to the Millitia soldier was a pair of glowing, amber eyes.
All it took was a slight change in pressure and a little torque and the Man’s kneck snapped under the Wolf’s immense strength. After that it was just a matter of gently lowering the body into the water, letting it’s heavy coat drag the lifeless form to the murky bottom.
The wolf turned from the scene, the man had struggled only a little, but had accepted his fate, and now there was no reason to hang around. It was such a shame, that hunt held little pleasure for the wolf, though he suspected there would be more to thrilling hunts. The wolf walked quietly through the darkened alleyways and seemingly vanished into the shadows.