Bane twists an arm and puts the wolf on his knees, disgusted.  "I don't give a golly God damn if you can make it or not.  I want a reason.  Are you useful!?!" He snapped, before sighing heavily... he raised the gun to the back of the wolf's neck, and took a hard swing, causing it to slump over.<br/><br/>Looking down, he considered the intense relief that killing this thing would bring him, then he rattled around in his pockets and pulled a half moon loader, filling in the three chambers, and scoffing it off.  This one was clearly a coward, a fanatic, and not to be trusted.  Bane lifts the lupine's weight and tosses him in a dumpster, shutting the lid.  He'd come around in a few hours, but they needed to get rid of any dead weight at this point.  Striding back to the truck, he points out where the wolf is to Halverson, to let them do as they saw fit - the house could be compromised.<br/><br/>No.<br/><br/>That's not a good thing.  They'd made far too many mistakes today.<br/><br/>"Fuck it." Bane went back to the dumpster, pulled the wolf out, and tossed him under a spigot on the wall, turning it on and washing the fur down.  Had to get him out of the way somehow.<br/><br/>"Hey." One of the soldiers, having recently patched himself up, was rooting through the dead fanatic's supplies, dumped a few sealed needles out of a bag, followed by a black substance in a rubber-plungered vial.  "The fuck is this?"<br/><br/>Bane came over to him, knelt as a few more vials rolled out.  The pack had come off the back of one mad-lookin' scaly, even dead.  Bane cocked an eyebrow, reading the side of a vial.  All it read, was 'One-Hundred-Percent.'<br/><br/>"I don't know if that's such a good-" The private shut his mouth as Bane gave him an "are you HIGH?" look that made even the most confident of men feel as though the last thing they had said was the stupidest thing ever.  Bane plunged the needle into the black substance, drawing half a vial free, and thinking twice (it wasn't much) took the whole thing.  It DID say 100%.  The halfbreed pushed a little of the liquid out to free any air, and then slid it into a vein and pumped it in.  The private winced.<br/><br/>Bane stood, took a deep breath, let it out... after all, SOMEONE was going to use that stuff, apparantly.  Harmful or helpful, it was a coin flip.  As he slowly strode back over to the unconscious wolf, muscles began to spasm, his left eye ticced... he started to salivate...