Vampires, assassins, cyborgs, demons, elite super soldiers. There was no end to the list of people who wanted Brandon dead just for breathing. This time it was an undead Revenant who just happened to know him from a past life. With an exhausted sigh Brandon slumped onto his bed and drifted to sleep.

It hadn't been two minutes before his D-Pad started to ring. He picked it up and saw it was his brother, Velocity.

"Hello?" Brandon answered.

"Sup, my brother from another mother!"

"What do you want, V?" Brandon growled. He wasn't in the mood.

"Woah, someone's cranky." Velocity chuckled. "Anyway, Shane called me and told me what went down. So I thought I'd take you somewhere to relax. You in?"

Brandon pondered for a moment. He could use a break from all the craziness in his life. "Can I get some sleep first?"

"Sure little bro. And don't forget your swim trunks."

Several hours later Velocity had flown Brandon halfway across the continent at Mach 3 speed. Times like this he wondered why his brother owned so many vehicles when he had super speed and the power of flight. Eventually he began to slow down and Brandon saw a small beach hidden near the mountains.

"This is where I come to when I wanna relax." Velocity said as he landed softly to the ground. Apparently Velocity had already been here. Brandon noticed a cooler resting on the sand with several beach toys.

"You expecting more people?" Brandon asked.

"Maybe, but for now its just me and my bro." Velocity smiled.

For a whole hour the two werewolf brothers bonded. Talking, eating, and playing in the sun. Brandon really needed this and the red wolf-dog was thankful to have such a caring brother. But that still wouldn't save him from his water gun.

Brandon and Velocity belong to me.
Coloring done by me
Line work done by the amazing  Sylex