Jason hue stared shell-shocked at the dead telephone he was holding. He had just had one of the world's most ridiculous and very rude call in all history. Werewolves? What in hell's name was that even supposed to mean? Like meat eating, crazed enemies of the mythical vampire race? Pffft! What a joke! Or was it?
The 489th security operator in the esteemed ministry of defense of the whole country of New United States was at a loss as to what to make of the call he had just recieved. This was the first time he had been in a such a situation ever since he had been accepted in the ministry to work as a call operator.
