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Predator. Hunter. Soldier.

Hunting someone down.

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Why are you hunting someone?

Hurt a friend. Put hands where she didn't want them.

Oh. *Looks serious* Normally I'm against hunting but in that case, good luck.

It's what I was made to do. To be a good soldier.

Happy hunting.

It will when I tear them apart.

Ben? Who are you hunting now?

Someone.

*blinks a bit*

Why do you blink?

Because you're not telling me who *laughs* I'm curious.

Would you stop me?

*thinks a minute* Maybe?

Maybe Tyler. There are plenty I could hunt.

*frowns* How did you know...

Know what?

about Tyler...

Your fear. His scent. I heard you talking to Hamilton.

Oh. It's...it's okay. I'm fine really. Hamilton punched him. *nods*

Or..you could go with my brother maybe to "have fun"

And I don't want to know what you two do to him....I'm better not knowing I get the feeling.

*he smirked then*

You smirking somehow worries me.

No need to worry.

Can I come over tonight?

If you'd like.

*grins* i'd like.

Then come over.

I'll be over in about thirty minutes. Waiting for my clothe to dry.

Okay.

It never solves anything.

Makes it so they can't again.

And when it's over?

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