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It was quiet outside. The sun shined down in the afternoon sky as birds flew by and settled in nearby fountain sized bird bath that flowed outward. But all was not to be as such. There came a loud roaring in the distance. The chirping birds left as quickly as came when they heard the sound of an angry engine coming their way.

Salvador was driving down the driveway of the Samson family home. It was a fifty yard stretch of clear road that the wolf speed down until he came to a tall barred gate. One might think the werewolf was going to stop, but he wasn't. Salvador flipped open a switched and activated rocket booster that propelled him over the gate into the courtyard of the Samson home.

Instantly, there was a storm of personal guards swarming around Salvador as he crossed over.the gate and into the courtyard.

Salvador's eyes gazed around at the guards that all surrounded him. Each them seemed to be growling at him as if they were wolves. Would've made sense. The killer was on another wolf's territory and this was a serious violation of werwolf code. Upon hearing the old man who came forward, Sal cut the engine to his motorcycle with his good arm and hopped off, acting as casual as possible. "I take it you are Senor Salomen, si?" He asked getting off his bike and walking forward. He didn't even care that he was being held at gun point by several armed guards. They weren't loaded with silver, otherwise the wolf would know and be a bit more hesitant. "Lo siento, mi amigo. When I coming down the street, I didn't smell any piss." He said, poking fun at the old wolf culture of marking territories with urine. Nowadays, it was just common knowledge. As for Salvador, he continue to walk around as if he owned the place. "The name, is Salvador Gutierrez. At least, that's the name I go by nowadays. It's been too long since I could remember my old one."

Salvador was about to pull out the cigar case he had on him, but realized he'd need his bad arm to reach in to get this. Frustrated, the wolf gave up on trying to get the case. "Well, for starters. You can call off your little guard dogs here. I ain't gonna go pissing in you petunias." He said moving forward, only to be greeted with the business end of glock 20 to his face and snarling security guard with tinted black sunglasses. "Get that s**t out my face, Fido." Sal said, knocking the gun out the way.

Immediately, the guard retaliated, trying to strike the lone wolf with the butt of his gun. He missed, however as Salvador dodged to one side and grappled the man with his good arm, twisting the bodyguard's limb into his shoulder until he dropped his firearm and screamed. That's when the wolf threw him to the ground and more guards came at him.

With Salomen's boys finally backing off, Sal could relax and get to business. Apparently, they still communicated through growls. Sal thought growling was a bit outdated to him, but he surprised it still worked. Old traditions die hard, he guess. "Well, since you asked to so politely, I'm new in town. And since you're the head honcho of the wolves I've met in town, apparently I'm suppose to come to you. Plus, word on the street is, you in particular, have a problem." The wolf left out how he came across this information on purpose. There was no need to get into details with the old man. He had a problem, Salvador could fix it, for a price of course. "So, mind if I come inside? The sun is making me thirsty."

Truth be told, due to his arrogance and disregard for werewolf laws, Salvador had no idea that Salomen could rebuke him at any time, telling him to leave his property. Should he do that, however, Salvador might feel inclined to "persuade" him to see otherwise.

The wolf followed behind the old man with his bike in tow. He could still feel the cold gaze of the man's bodyguards on him as he pushed forward. He knew they were distrusting of him. They every right to be. He was a lone wolf in their home. That was grounds to have him executed. But it was only by their leader's grace that they weren't filling Salvador full of holes.

When the two entered the mansion a maid came by and was told to get some tea for the two of them. Salvador interjected. The wolf didn't consider himself a fan of the stuff, though, he would drink it if that was all there was.. "Hey senora, If you got any tequila, that would much better though. Gracias." Salvador was then joined with Solomon in his study. The wolf sat done in a rich looking arm chair and gazed around the room. "Hmm, elegante. Haven't seen a place like this Iraq. Though, this place is step up from Saddam's place. Not as much annoying gold accents in the walls or statues."

Soon, Saloman then brought the wolf back to reality, "Oh si. That thing. The problema." Salvador crossed one leg over another and leaned back in his chair. "According to the rumors around town and such, you're a very wealthy man looking for an heir. Now, I'm open to the idea of letting myself becoming a surrogate heir for you, but I can tell you probably have that cover with the nina you're seeing right now." Salvador gave low and menacing laugh. He waited for the old man react to how he knew he was seeing someone without him knowing. "But the real problem." Sal said leaning his head on his hand that rested on the arm of the chair. "The real problem is your family, isn't it? A lot of greedy crabs in bucket trying pull you down, am I right?"

Salvador clicked his tongue when Salomon answered him firmly, giving little room for any comeback. Though, the wolf wasn't done poking hole in the old man's plans. Plus, Sal had an agenda of his own. "Right. Leonora. She's in college right now, eh? Isn't she the chesty victorian looking girl I see in the magazine?" Sal asked with his finger pointing to old man. He knew he was right, the wolf was just making small talk and trying the old man's patience. "Yeah. Nice looking girl. Bit rebellious though. A saucy nina. I don't she's really one to even care about settling down and having a litter any time soon." Salvador then held up two fingers. "Then there's Trisha. Everyone's favorite whore. You may have successor and not even know it." The lycan laughed.

"And finally, Amamda. Fiery girl. I recently met her today. She's the perra who did this little number on my arm here." He commented, lifting the healing limb in a makeshift splint. "That one, she's real feisty. Said she doesn't bow to anyone unless they're an alpha."

It must have been a bit nerve wracking for the old man to sit there and just watch a complete stranger list off information about his whole family. He must have been wondering how Salvador knew so much. How could some lone wolf who was new to town capable of having such valuable information that should have been privy to only people within the Samson name.

Salvador crossed one leg over another and looked at Salomon with an evil grin. "Now, Senor Samson, how badly are looking for an heir?"

Salvador smiled almost fiendishly when Salomon answered how bad his situation was. Just as the wolf thought, the old man was getting so desperate, that he was thinking of planting a seed on his own. But as many knew, the older you got, then less potent you became. What Salomon did not know, was just how old Sal was. Though, he was never going to tell the old man.

As Salomon listed off the names and their reputations, Salvador sat back in his chair and absently nodded his head. He already knew all this, but still loved to hear it. From the sound of it, Leonora was a bit bisexual or just full on lesbian. This wouldn't sway the wolf, however. But Salvador wasn't interested in her.

Then came Trisha, whom from the sound of it, was a disappointment to the old man. Sal couldn't care less though. He might just visit her of his own accord later on for an evening romp. She was a prostitute and Sal was on vacation after all. He could do as he pleased, even if that meant screwing whomever he wanted.

Then Amanda, the real reason he came all the way here. All Salvador came for, was the old man's word of approval. Once he had that, he could show that b***h from before who was really in charge and that the wolf was not to be messed with.

When given the choice, Sal almost felt giddy. Here the old man was, practically serving these girls to him on a platter. It made him feel like Paris in tale of the golden apple. Choose one of three goddesses to give the apple of power. But in this case, it was going to be a seed, it was probably less wanted. Still, Salvador smiled as he pretended to mull the idea over. "I'll take miss Amanda. She's more my type anyway." He said, grinning his teeth and licking his lips.