Two in the Bush

Two targets this time... A guerrilla operative with multiple minds and a macho magician from Vegas. Easy, just have to wait for them to make a move on the trap I've lain. This time, I'd decided to try a more... direct approach. Sitting in an abandoned ghost town out in the western United States, I'd lain my bait: Through an anonymous tip, I'd informed these two that there was a Glyphix in the shape of a revolver that never missed its mark. This, however, was a lie at its finest. I waited in a dusty ramshackle saloon with one of my own men adorned in an Adidas tracksuit, biding my time behind an old bar top as I awaited my prey.

Waiting for my targets was a long and dusty time, considering I loathed sand. Hearing the sound of footsteps as well as the sound of a sort of car pulling up on the opposite end of the ghost town, I knew this was going to be quite the interesting scenario. "Ivan, are you ready?" I ask my partner, only to get a silent nod and a glimpse of him hugging his AK47. "Typical Ivan..." Was my response as I adjust my mariachi disguise, my mouth shutting as I hear commotion outside.

It appeared that the Magician had already been transformed by the Native American rifleman, for the crack of an M14 had echoed across the barren wastes just moments before. The Magician now appeared to be dressed in a ravishing red saloon dress that would tempt many a man, her new body having smooth, ample curves throughout up to her sandy blonde hair and her bountiful chest. I couldn't help my blush, but I was thankfully freed for the moment from having to worry about fighting the both of them. Letting out a sigh, I quickly activate one of my traps. Suddenly, The Magician finds herself on the ground with a net pinning her to the dirt. Best of all, she was now sporting the tail and ears of a cougar. Oh... how ironic.

Only the observant shall survive.

Readying my RPK, I take aim and fire upon the rifleman... Sebastian, I believe his name was? Either way, he had bent over to tie his shoelace and was protected by a water trough. Taking notice, he returns fire and nearly hits me in the neck with horrifyingly accurate precision. The Magician hisses and yells many foul words, screaming like a damsel in distress, and I lay down suppressive fire so that Sebastian cannot safely get a shot off. Ivan exits out the back of the saloon and I continue to dump my magazine at Sebastian, one round impacting his helmet and causing it to fly off of his head with a wonderful TINK. Once Ivan is in position, I take cover and reload... only to hear a woman screaming profanities in Russian at Sebastian. Oh Ivan... you useless, useless ally. Deciding enough was enough, I take my sombrero off and throw it at Sebastian with all my force.

The sombrero flies a good distance before landing behind Sebastian and exploding, the shrapnel buying itself into his back and seeming to dissolve into his skin. "Come out, Moon." I whisper with a wolfish grin, awaiting the changes. His hair appears to become a white tint, his canine teeth becoming fangs as his face turns beautifully feminine. As I watch two wolfish ears emerge from his head and his body begin to slim down even more, I make my leave with Ivan via an old gold mine about a mile west of the town. Though I am soon not around to see it, his gender inverts as her hips widen, her waist thins, and two rather ravishing breasts form on her body. A key feature soon comes in: her tail. Last but not least was Moon's mind taking the forefront of the control of this new body, her howl echoing for miles and miles under the setting sun. "Beautiful... just beautiful..." I whisper, shedding a tear of joy. "Ah... how I love a good kemonomimi wolfgirl."
"Not a single High Noon joke, boss?" Ivana asks. "Quite a missed opportunity."
"That would be unoriginal and silly. This is a serious operation, you goofy Gopnik!" I reply.

Look around and you shall see... nothing is as it is meant to be...