Zack woke up on a bunk, in a small, grim looking Barracks.
Sam was rubbing his head on the bunk below, Greg was still asleep.
"What, what' the hell happened?" said Sam.
"We've enlisted," said Zack, remembering something of the night before. "First thing we do is call a lwayer. Man, the dream I had.
Zack kept quite about seeing Reddick without his hat.
"Huh," said Sam. "What did they put into us," he said, rubbing a bruise on his arm."
"Something called Graves Formula 2A," said Reddick, glumly. "Here, meet Mark."
He was playing cards with the other MP.
"Why you . . . Sam jumped off the bunk, and was nonchalantly knocked over by Mark.
"Don't make it harder on yourself."
"Yeah," said Reddick. "Here I smuggled in some Aspirin, Zack. It's tougher big ones like you. The officers want you to suffer - take it and it won't go so badly -or so far - on you.
"What the fuck's going on?" said Sam.
"Take a close look at your buddy," said Mark.
Reddick shook his head. "We'll just take off our caps."
Mark sighed, and Zack jumped back as he once again saw the wolf ears.
"We we're injected two years ago," said Reddick.
He pulled on his collar - "Dog Collar, electric shocks" he added. "Keeps us obedient, that and dog whistles."
"Don't blame Beverly, she just thought she was going to get you enlisted in the ordinary army."
"You guys can hear them already, I'd bet, especially Greg," said Mark. "He's sort of lucky to have slept through it. I did."
'Yeah," said Reddick, but remember when that saergent made you look into a mirror.
Zack and Sam looked at their friend - sporting wolf ears, fangs, and large paws ripped through the remains of his socks.
Zack jumped up, and was knocked down by Reddick.
"Super-strength," he said. "It's why they do it."
"NO fuckin way. That's how he ended up like that," said Sam.
"Yeah, said Zack.
The two boys rushed to the door, and tried to pull it open.
Zack suddenly groaned.
"TAKE the Aspirin," said Mark.
Sam backed off and sat on a bunk - staring at Zack.
"Here" said Reddick, gettin up "take this bunk."
Zack threw away the bottle of aspirin.
Reddick and Mark went back to their poker game, but didn't seem very enthusiastic.
"It's gonna be hell, Zack," said Reddick.
Zack lay down motionless. He groaned.
His ears were first. Pulled and stretched out in minutes, covered in thick hair which then went down to his chin.
His shoes burst into pieces. Large hair covered paws emerged.
"Take the Aspirin, they overdosed you," said Mark, somewhat panicked. "You don't want end up a wolf."
Zack grabbed the bottle from Reddick, swallowing a dozen pills whole.
"Didn't overdose him," spat Reddick. "They want him like that."
Zacks hands grew and bunched up.
Mark put cards in between the fingers.
"I know a guy in our unit who had paws," he said grumly. "Makes it tough to hold a gun - they decided to process him."
Zack's pants suddenly ripped. He stared at his growing tail in shock.
"Yeah, it's damn annoying," said Reddick, after he and Mark looked to one another for something to say. "But guys who have one just stuff it down their pant leg."
Zack's skin burned as it became engulphed in hair. Thick hair poked out the top of his neck, the bottom of his sleeves, and out the remains of his socks. His clothes became tighter as his muscle mutated and developed to support his huge new frame.
Finally his nose burned, as it grew larger and became somewhat discoloured. His mouth bled as his teeth grew into fangs.
Zack passed out.
When he came to, a wolf earred Sam was in an army uniform staring at his own paws. Greg had was in uniform and had joined the poker game.
"You okay," said Reddick. "You know, given the circumstances."
Zack socked him. This time Reddick fell. "Ya see," he groaned, "Supre strength. Only good thing about it."
Mark pushed Zack into the nearest wall. "Yeah, but he' needs to knows he's not his own man - you know that Reddick - or he'll be in real shit."
"Now," Mark smirked, "Look at yourself. C'mon Reddick, better us show him than that drill saergent."
Zack stared at his reflection. Wolf ears sticking out of his black hair, face in bad need of a shave. Nose and mouth sticking out somewhat.
Zack felt his nose - cold and more than a little wet.
Fur covered body sporting wolf paws at his feet. Bulky arms ending in hairy hands - themselves ending in clawish nails.
Wolf tail emerging from his jeans.