"Ouch..." He pricked up his ears as he let out a growl. Heller dragged his wounded body through the streets of St. Louis. He kept his gun in sight. Blood dripped from the open gunshot wound in his arm and hip. Despite the pain he felt, he continued to maintain his cold, severe, calculating, serious and monotonous attitude. He tightened his fur and moved his tail from side to side quickly. He clenches his fangs in rage for having been injured on his mission. The target he eliminated resisted.