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Rumor had it that a werewolf was terrorizing Kent county, down near the English Channel. That was what Dr. Pierpont Rumor, noted demonologist, scholar and monster slayer, decided after examining the grisly remains of a young female.

“Yes,” Rumor commented to his trusty, towering, silent manservant, Innuendo Jones. “This lycanthrope is left-handed, favors his right leg, an old injury, no doubt, and attacks his prey in a very telling way.”

Jones nodded slowly, impassively.

They both knew who it was. Keller. Keller was back. You just can’t keep a good, or bad, werewolf down.

The following night a full harvest moon rose huge over the foggy countryside. Everything was still, even the crickets were silent. A long female figure came walking down a winding, gravel road. Somewhere in the woods the scent of prey was picked up. The beast began his loping run, on the hunt, bloodlust rising.

The solitary walker paused, adjusted her pony tail, hearing the rustlings in the thicket. As though fired from a cannon, the werewolf exploded from the forest, lunging forward, claws and fangs extended, ready for the savage kill.

But then things took a decidedly different turn. The young woman didn’t move, didn’t flee, scream or express any panic or terror. She just quietly turned from flesh and blood into silver metal.

The werewolf slammed into her as though he had struck a brick wall, which in one sense he had, except this unmovable wall was a living being made of solid metal. The werewolf was hurled backwards, bruised, with his fur burning where he had made contact with the figure.

Silver. The metal girl was made of silver. Deadly to werewolves, vampires and witches.

She leaned over and slapped the werewolf on the snout several times, like a bad dog, which caused his fur to smolder. The force of the blows knocked him face down hard to the gravel. “Your killing spree is over, Keller,” said the girl with a slight metallic quality in her voice.

“Indeed.” Dr. Rumor suddenly appeared on the road, Innuendo Jones at his side. “Thank you, Emily, for delivering this monster to us.”

Emily Scandal, the third member of Dr. Rumor’s team, had the ability to transform herself from flesh to any metal she had touched. An odd Nazi experiment had caused this to happen, something Third Reich science had not envisioned, but now cursed themselves for creating such a powerful being who was their sworn enemy in October of 1940. It was child’s play for Emily to escape them then.

Keller was an SS terror agent, using his werewolf curse to kill and unnerve English civilians. Put the Englanders on edge with the thought of centuries-old monsters roaming their homeland.

The werewolf looked up at the trio. In pain and trapped, he snarled angrily and leaped forward for Dr. Rumor, desperate to rip flesh and taste blood.

But Innuendo Jones raised and fired the antique revolver he held, sending a silver, blessed bullet cleanly through the werewolf’s heart. The beast collapsed without a sound, slowly transforming back into a bloody and very dead Hans Keller.

Emily changed back to flesh, and Innuendo blew away the smoke from the gun’s barrel.

“One Nazi agent stopped in his tracks for good this time,” Dr. Rumor commented.

“His very hairy tracks,” Emily added wryly.

Innuendo Jones just smiled.