The doors to an abandoned warehouse creaked as they swung open. Into the ware house walked the Spartan, it was pitch black inside the warehouse, but Demetrius had a reason for being there. Lately, he had been pursuing the one known as Constantine.
Using his superb senses, The Spartan was finally able to track Constantine down. Indeed, would Demetrius remain the hunter; or become the hunted? Reaching up, he secured his helmet; for it was the only thing that protected him from telepathic attacks.
In the pitch blackness, he stopped, closed his eyes, and listened........... Constantine was there; Demetrius could feel it. He took out a pistol, loaded it with vibranium ammunition, then stood there. It was Constantine's move.
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