"In a Perfect World"
A man kneeled behind a metal food crate, listening to the sound of his breathing, slow and steady, in
out, not the breathing of a coward. But then again, The Crimson Wolf was no coward. He slowly moved his head around the side of the crate, eyes searching in the pale dark for any sign of his enemy. He spotted it! There, in the corner, a small red light, searching back and forth. It finally came to rest, on his hiding place! He quickly ducked his head back behind the sturdy crate just as a pulsing deep red beam of pure energy shot by where his head had been only moments before. The beam continued its path and through the wall behind him, letting in a small, pale ray of sunlight. His opponent reeled, disoriented by the sudden burst of light, and The Crimson Wolf sprinted out of his shelter, modified M2-AB automatic assault rifle blazing. He jumped behind a black, metallic pillar just as a volley of energy passed behind him, so close they made th