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A large hunk of meat hung from the inside of a solid titanium cage, fans wafted the delicious scent through the Tokyo sewers while five snipers hid in the muck with tranquilizers ready. A large man wandered through the tunnels. His skin was well tanned and his body more muscle bound than that of a body builder. He stood 2.5 meters in height, even walking forward on his knuckles his head nearly scraped the ceiling of the tiny tunnel. Sniffing the air he made a bee line for the box with the meat, ripped it off the hook, and sat down to eat. His large canines and powerful masseter muscles made short work of the massive hunk. The juices flowed down his chin and dripped onto the floor where he greedily licked them up after finishing the meat. All told the five kilogram steak in the cage was consumed in under a minute.
“Jesus fucking Christ”, muttered one of the snipers “there was enough sedative in that to kill an elephant, think we still need to start shooting?”.
“Nah, look he seems to be laying down now” came the response.
“I don’t think the sedative worked, look at him pace in a circle like a dog preparing its bed. I think he’s just going to sleep, right there. If the drugs worked he would’ve just dropped after a few bites.”
Cautiously the closest sniper creeped forward and slid down the metal grate on the cage. Pickle slept soundly as the door was locked, a blanket put over the cage, and the metal crate dragged out and onto a helicopter. Lifting off into the air the copter sped off to the north west.
After a couple hour nap Pickle groaned awake, stretching his arms until they hit the bars on either side of him. “Hrrrmm?” Pickle asked, looking around at the metal bars and marveling at the sudden darkness and loud whirring noises around him. He heard a chatter of voices and reached past the bars of the cage, finding only a soft blanket blocking his view. He pulled the blanket inwards and saw eight men sitting around in black clothes. He recognized one of them as the man who took him to Tokyo, Captain Strydum. Grinning Pickle wondered where they were going now, Tokyo had been fun but it had been a while since anything interesting happened and Pickle was ready for a change of scenery.
“Oh shit, it’s awake?” Shouted one of the soldiers “I thought it was supposed to be out cold for four more hours”.
“He ain’t gonna bite you” laughed Strydum “well actually, I guess I can’t promise that. Don’t look too tasty”. The large man walked over to the cage and spoke to Pickle “Sorry to grab ya like that boy, we’ve got something taking out our scouts in Siberia and needed the extra muscle. Figured you’re the most muscle we can find and as a bonus can’t exactly snitch on our operation here”. Pickle stared vacantly back at Strydum, he wasn’t sure what the guy was saying but he hoped it was something about hunting. Pickle was getting bored in this little box.
As Pickle was considering taking the bars off the cage so he could stretch out the man in front called out “Captain, come look at this. Our radar is going crazy and there’s some form of purple glow in the snow ahead of us.”. Strydum turned to move towards the front when Pickle growled and leapt up, the hair on his arms was standing on end and he could smell lightning in the air. Something wasn’t right. Gripping a bar in each hand, Pickle started wrenching a hole to let him out of the cage.
Cursing Strydum turned back to calm the beast when a purple flash filled the copter. A glowing ball of energy hit the pilot head on, going right through him and out the back wall. Strydum tried to lunge for the controls but they were in full free fall, it was too late to stop themselves and the helicopter and all its occupants crashed into the sparse forest of the Siberian tundra.