December 16, 2022 9:24 A.M.

Pilos has scheduled, and plans to attend, an emergency strategy meeting in New York on First Avenue near the UN.  All of the top American PALPAP leaders have arrived and are very nicely dressed. There is a sumptuous buffet with bacon and Swiss Quiche Loraine, and ironically, Arabica Coffee from the Chiapas Mountains in Mexico, with hazelnut creamer.

 The Pilos limousine is pulled over in traffic after a fender bender, fifteen miles away. Boris hit his head, and is more disconnected than usual. He calls and tells his subordinate, Bolshev Levine, to start the meeting on time, and that he will be along as soon as possible.

There will be security cameras for this meeting. The moon cycle is perfect. Hoping to generate publicity rather than the usual cover-up, Rodman Berghofer decides that he and his men may want to do this mission as wolves. It would be the first adventure, however, with open disclosure of shapeshifter capability.

The main problems would be the future narrative about what happened, and the possibility of Globalists gaining shapeshifter capability because of finding out that it actually is possible and has already been done, or even more likely, from DNA left by any of the unit.

It would only take one hair in the possession of the right scientist.

Berghofer thought of this DNA problem some time ago, and feels lucky that there has been no loss accruing to it from previous missions. He decided to visit Darl Kaufmann for advice.

Kaufmann, in response, has developed a cocktail of chemicals that will render DNA unreadable for about forty hours, with the only side effect being mild short term constipation. The cloaking effect will be permanent for any DNA left behind during the forty hour period.

10:16 A.M.

All eighty-seven PALPAP leaders are seated, still enjoying buffet items carried with them in napkins. Levine speaks into the microphone,

“Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Pilos has had a slight mishap across town and has instructed me to start on schedule. He will join us shortly.”

As Levine shuffles his papers, the door behind the podium opens, and eight white wolves walk upright into the podium area, four to each side. The attendees are paralyzed with amazement. Levine clings to the podium as though it were a raft in a choppy sea. Berghofer steps forward,

“Well Levine, you damned little Globalist shit, what do you have to say for yourself?

Speak up, damn you. If I speak English, I think even an idiot like you might surmise that I will understand English. Again, more to the point, why don’t you want people to be free?”

Levine can only tremble. One of the male attendees begins to rise and reach under his jacket. The wolf who is Werner Kahl, advances on the man briskly and rips his face off with one swipe of his clawed right hand. The other wolves follow suit as the crowd begins to panic. Each member of the unit kills ten or eleven Globalists with superb almost dance-like efficiency. The entire business takes only three and one half minutes. The cameras see and record all this from many angles.

The unit didn’t hear Levine’s mention of Palos, and outside wonder about his absence. They find out later.

6:oo P.M.

The news, whether Libertarian or controlled, all show basically the same thing. This is a very important Globalist kill, but the biggest triumph here may be one of truth and agreement on the facts, in journalism.

Newspaper headlines include:

Even Animals are Fighting Globalization

Artic Wolves Howling Mad at One Worlders

Yet Another Example of White (Wolf) Racism