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Hunter Partners: Part 2

Part 2

Tamar groaned as he came to. The back of his head was throbbing. He opened his eyes and blinked to adjust to the dim lighting. Where was he?
There was a screeching sound and Tamar craned his neck to see a large figure pushing a metal table against the door to the room he was in. Wait...crap. Tamar tried moving his arms but they were stuck. His wrists caught in what felt like handcuffs that were strung around one of the legs of the other metal table. It kept his arms trapped over his head and him on his back. He looked over to his other side to see all his weapons, just out of reach. He was completely vulnerable.

The figure stalked toward him until his face was lit just enough by a tiny amount of light coming in from the broken window at the far end of the room. Tamar recognized him instantly. His scales were light cream, almost ghostly white, with some brown flecks. His eyes were dark brown even though one of them looked fake. His hood was spread, the circular markings on it grayish.

"Oh good, we win the game of hide and seek." Tamar said nonchalantly. "Mr. Spurlock, I presume?"

"Hunter." The white cobra spat. His voice was low and raspy.

"Oh, my bad. If you're Hunter perhaps you can point me in his direction if you don't mind." Spurlock swung his foot into Tamar's side.

Tamar grunted from the impact. "Ok. So you're real friendly."

The white Serpent glared, clearly irritated. "Why are you here?" He hissed.

Tamar looked from side to side, then back at him with faked saddened eyes.
"I was told there'd be cookies." He received another harsh kick.

"I won't tolerate games." Spurlock growled. "How did you find this place? Who hired you?"

"I'm a Condo', we know where things are." Tamar said in a dismissive tone. "And I can't break buyer confidentiality, sorry bud."

Spurlock hissed again, fury burning in his eyes. He moved to stand over Tamar's torso. And Tamar noticed the brass knuckles held on his fists.

"Hey so how about my turn to ask the questions." Tamar said quickly. His fingers desperately traced over the handcuffs, trying to find a weakness or way to pick them. "So you're more than just a rogue military. You've got a pile of weapons for a small army in here." Spurlock's eyes widened. "-Yeah, I found those. Anyways, what do you intend them for? You just a weapons smuggler or you gearing up to take down the gov?" Tamar masked his voice to sound genuinely intrigued. This was a tactic of distraction and to gather information, but also a test. If Spurlock was hesitant to give information, then there was a chance he was planning on letting Tamar live. If he did go on a classic bad guy monologue, well Tamar'd be screwed.

Spurlock huffed. "We are far more than just some weapons smugglers." Crap. Failed the test. "The Alpha is weak. He lets the tribe run by a child be the owner of the most land and resources. Lets them con us into bad trade deals. He cares more about peace than he does about our superiority as a tribe. The Serpents are more deserving of having the most influential Alpha. Not the Beasts. And we are going to make them see that."

Tamar raised his eyebrows skeptically. "So you want to overthrow the Serpent king?"

"Oh no, he's still a good military leader, after all. We just want to wake him up." Spurlock sneered.

"Wake him up. With guns." Tamar deadpanned.

"Those aren't for him. Until the war started, of course. We are a much larger operation than just our territory. Now, we are going to get rid of the only person standing in our way, the Beast Alpha."

"You're going to kill another alpha? How would that solve the 'problems' with ours?" Tamar questioned while praying in the back of his mind that Quailius would try to comm him, and when he didn't answer, which he never didn't answer, come looking.