Prolouge

It was a wet day in the jungles of south America. Just as the sun began to set in the west, two shadowy figures could be seen moving though the trees toward the figure of a young boy who was standing near a creek looking at an ancient stone tablet. The boy appeared to be about 13 or 14. He was wearing Camoflauge cargo pants and a black shirt. In the sheath on his back was a short sword that doubled as a machete. At his waste was a .45 automatic with a lasersight.

“Are you sure that he’s the one the traders call El Lobo Solitario, the Lone Wolf, Jose’ he looks like a kid.” whispered one of the two Men, “Why would Senor Cavanaugh be worried about him?”

“I don’t know, Felipe” replied Jose’, “But Cavanaugh said to kill him, he don’t want no one else to find the hidden city. “ Felipe produced a Large knife,

“I’ll make this quick.” He sneered he stepped quietly out of the bushes. He froze when Lone Wolf head cocked as though he heared the movent. a second later lone wolf’s head moved again indicating that he had gone back to reading the tablet. Felipe closed in, raised the knife and made to slit Lone Wolf’s throat. Suddenly at the last second lone wolf caught the man’s wrist, twisted it backwards and knocked the knife out of his hand. With one more lighting fast move Lone wolf laid a perfect roundhouse kick right in his attackers stomach. Felipe went down and rolled into the shallow water at the edge of the creek . he lay there on his back wheezing. The lone wolf whirled around as Jose charged, side stepped the charge and laid a karate chop in the back of Jose’s neck. Jose landed on top of Felipe. A split second they were both staring into the barrell of Lone wolf’s .45.

“Well, Well,” said the Lone Wolf, with a smirk “A couple of Cavanaugh’s sewer rats. Tell Cavanaugh that Freddie Benson Says hello.” The last thing that Felipe and Jose could remember was Lone Wolf’s fist. When they woke out on the creek bank an hour later.