text: You jump out of Frankie's way as he smashes into the wall behind you. You make your way quickly down the stairs, where you here Frankie getting back up and following you down them like a freight train.
  You're still a good ways from the bottom, but you see Igor appear at the bottom. You can't stop or Frankie will slam into you and probably kill you by breaking every bone in your body and tearing you apart. You can keep going and attempt to jump towards Igor hoping you'll land on him before he can fire accurately or you could jump over the banister and get out of the way altogether. The only problem with this is you're still pretty high up. You wouldn't die from such a fall, but you could break something if you land wrong and you certainly don't want that disadvantage.
  > jump towards Igor
  What happens next is so quick it's amazing you survive it.
  
  You leap up in the air in an effort to land on Igor before he fires. Frankie is still charging behind you, but that changes when you leap up into the air, because he ends up being underneath you when gains more momentum.
  
  Meanwhile Igor is attempting to lift that heavy arm weapon of his to accurately shoot you. The weight and the recoil makes it difficult and he's not very accurate and begins firing everywhere randomly in your AND Frankie's direction.
  
  You're still airborn heading towards Igor and now Frankie as well who's somehow gotten in front of you due to him being unable to stop himself at this point. This is fortunate since this causes Frankie to block most of the randomly fired bullets with his body. You still take a couple in the leg though.
  
  "OH SHIT! Igor yells as Frankie slams into him and the floor at terrific speed. You don't fair much better since you crash into the back of Frankie which is pretty hard due to the metal plating. It hurts like hell and you crawl off as quickly as possible while Frankie attempts to recover. Igor isn't recovering as quickly; he's bleeding from every orifice and whatever cybernetic parts he had can go to the scrap yard.
  
  You're in great pain and you got some silver bullets in your leg, but you need to act.
  > finish off Igor
  You'll never be able to fight Frankie in this condition and in his updated status, you get an idea.
  
  You go over to Igor who pathetically attempts to point his weapon at you. You easily grab his arm weapon and begin to pull the thing out its weakened socket. Blood spurts all over you and Igor finally dies from the loss of it.
  
  "I'm sorry Vic... my brother...  (gurgle)" he sputters.
  "Hm, that explains his loyalty I guess." You say to yourself.
  
  Frankie's is attempting to recover from his own wounds, but you're not going to give him a chance to do it. You point Igor's arm at Frankie and manipulate the tendons inside.
  
  The gun fires and you blast half of Frankie's head off with a rain of silver bullets. The recoil causes you to fall to the ground and the heat from it burns the fur on your hands.
  
  "Holy shit that was fucking cool." You say impressed.
  
  Frankie's not dead yet though, he tries to get back up, so you just take the weapon and club him in what remains of his head with it until he stays down for good. You then tear him apart to make sure. You stand over Frankie's body parts panting heavily. You can't even give a victory howl. You're too tired. The rest of the pack comes in, somewhat surprised to see you alive.
  
  "You're alive!"
  "Of course I'm alive! No thanks to you! Where the hell were you assholes?"
  "Um... well we didn't know if we should help since you got mad when we did it last time... "
  
  You can't even argue with them, you're too tired to do even that. You only have the strength to do one more thing... 
  
  You head upstairs by yourself, back to the lab Frankie came bursting out of, its empty, but there's another door in the room and you've got the impression that a certain doctor is behind it.
  
  You open the door to a small room with a bunch of big computers hooked up to a brain in a jar... 
  
  "Vic, you really are a shitty Mad Scientist, you couldn't even come up with a better way to prolong your life."
  "Frankie! Igor! Get in here! NOW!"
  'They're dead just like you'll be soon and should've been before."
  "Erm... Wolf! Hold on! Come on, I can't do anything to you! Hasn't there been enough killing for one day!?
  "Not yet." you say and take Victor's brain out of the jar.
  
  "NOOOOOO... ." Is the last thing that comes out of the loud speakers as you crush the brain under your foot.
  "NOW there's been enough killing for one day." You say.
  
  Its over. You won, and you fucking hurt like hell. You stagger back downstairs. Where the wolflings look at you expectantly.
  
  "Did you kill him?'
  "Yeah, and it was hardly worth the effort." You reply.
  "What are we going to do now?" another asks.
  "Well I don't know about you, but I'm going back home to rest."
  "But aren't you taking us to raise hell somewhere else? We want to do more werewolf stuff!"
  "Raise hell? You fuckers made ME do all the damn work! I killed every single member of this fucked up family all by my damn self! As far as I'm concerned I'M the only werewolf here! The rest of you are fucking lapdogs at best! I'm not leading any of you anywhere until you go prove otherwise... no fuck that. I don't want to see ANY of you again! Well except Ginger. You know where I live baby. When you don't want to hang around with these neutered pups, come see me."
  
  Unsurprisingly Ginger comes with you immediately.
  
  You and Ginger get back on your Harley and head home. You're now convinced that you're the last of a dying breed. Today's youth are fucking spoiled. Still, you got to prove that you're still the baddest ass Alpha Wolf this world is ever going to see, and it'll be a long time before the world sees an Alpha Wolf like you again.
  
  That is until Ginger has a litter of cubs... 