The Boy Werewolf

The boy looked up at the tall, forbidding Russian facility, a cap and nose mask protecting his face from the howling wind. He sank his hands into the pocket of his leather jacket and walked forward, ignoring the two security guards at the front door.

They approached him with their guns outstretched and pushed him back, their faces grim and rigid.

"Who do you seek?" One, a bald muscular man growled.

"Who's the boss around here?" The boy asked, staring defiantly at both of them. The security guards exchanged amused stares and shifted on their feet.

"You want the boss around here?" The second guard asked, thrusting the head of his gun in the boy's chest "Trust me, you'd be better off not knowing who that is." His colleague chuckled and muttered something about puny teenagers.

"I heard that." The boy said "And I'm not just a puny teenager. I'm more than that."

"Oh, are you now?" The bald guard mocked, then pushed the boy forcefully "Get out of here, kid."

The boy smirked and