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Ryan turned back to the counter, and was surprised to find that the young waitress was looking across at him from where she was preparing the coffee. Her appearance was attractive to him. A bit unconventionally beautiful, perhaps, but it didn’t detract from the natural brilliance of her face. It was pristine, fresh, but awfully pale. Her hair was messy and dyed blue, and hadn’t been washed for several days. Ryan pondered on this, why would she, a girl such as herself, not care for her hair? Unless, that is, she hadn’t got off shift for a long time… You couldn’t help hear stories, of places that worked their employees for several days on end. The waitress returned, holding a cup of coffee in her delicate hands, the chipped porcelain cup balanced precariously on a saucer. She put it down in front of him, and backed away, absently rubbing at her neck.

Ryan smiled at her, and then took another glance around the room, before he reached down to pick up the cup. He stopped short, and inhaled deeply. Even with his inner animal kept at bay, his sense of smell was many times stronger than a human beings. The stench of something indescribable was making it difficult to filter out different smells, but the all to familiar tang of blood hung in the back room of the Diner, and he found himself extremely unsettled. Something was definitely wrong here. Taking a sip of his coffee, his eyes drifted down to the saucer he’d been given. Hastily scribbled on the bottom was a brief desperate message, hidden underneath where he had placed his cup. A warning for him, and just for him.

‘Get out whilst you still can!’

Ryan blinked, and looked up at the Waitress, a look of sheer confusion in his eyes. However, he at least had enough sense not to ask. If the warning required cloak and dagger silence, he doubted blurting out ‘what d’you mean?’ would help the situation in any plausibly way. Her eyes, desperate and scared, turned towards the direction of the door. Ryan, desperate to know more, and feeling an urge to protect the young lady, carefully awakened the wolf within. An urge to feed erupted forwards, and, it took all of Ryans inner strength to keep the beast in check. At first, his body was assailed by the variety of senses long since forgotten. He could hear the heartbeats of ten different people, ranging from his steady rhythmic crescendo, to the frantic and nervous hammering of the women in front of him. She was scared. He could smell things clearly now. Blood, clear and strong, coming from the back room, the stench of fear hung low in the air, the smell of ground coffee beans… And his eyes, now acutely sensitive, picked up details in which he hadn’t seen before. The girls name tag, for example, read ‘Holly’. Ryan stopped, and frowned suddenly. He made a mental headcount, and came to a worrying conclusion. He could hear ten heartbeats, and yet, from his counting, there were twelve people, including himself and Holly, in the room. Two people weren’t alive.

But, as he glanced around the room, everyone was at least active, moing slightly occasionally, coughing, sipping at stone cold coffee-

‘Oh god no’ Ryan thought, as his eyes turned to the family at the back. The two children…


He stood up abruptly; fists clenched, rage pulsing through his body. Holly leant over the counter, and, as if doing something unspeakable, quickly whispered in his ear. Ryan noticed a pair of puncture marks in her neck, and stiffened.

“Please, just leave. I don’t want anyone else to get hurt. You can still escape before he comes out the back room.”

“Until who comes out the backroom? Me? Dear, dear Holly, what have I told you about talking to strangers?” came a thin, dry, and yet fruity voice from directly behind the young waitress, who froze in fear. “Next time I think I’ll take more from you, make sure you’re not as feisty…”

Ryan felt the hairs on the back of his neck start to rise.

The man standing behind Holly was not very tall, nor overly threatening. He was wearing a pinstripe suit, and suede shoes. His face, the colour of dried papyrus, was thin, and his overly large ears and nose accentuated the disproportions of the man. He wore a pair of thick horn rimmed glasses, and his hair was slicked back with grease. In essence, the man looked like a travelling salesmen, and as unthreatening as they come. It was probably the reason for how effective he was at what he did.

However, there was tell tale giveaways for what he truly was, especially to a Werewolf. First and foremost, there was the smell. He reeked of vampire. It was truly disgusting to Ryan, and he gagged. Secondly, the man was breathing by choice, rather than from requirement, and his heart, wasn’t beating. The mans stance, so self assured, so confident, belied untold years of primeval savagery. Suddenly the reason for the Diner being in the dark, with the blinds drawn was abundantly clear.

“Oh! Who’s this then? New…blood?” The vampire said, practically savouring the word. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

Ryan felt the tips of his claws pushing against the calluses at the tips of his fingers. He fought the urge to tear the mans throat out with his teeth. Being so near a vampire put him on edge.

“Why don’t you just sit back down, like a good boy? We need none of this petty defiance, the people here have learnt enough of this folly already, as will dear Holly, oh so very soon.” The man reached across and stroked the young waitress’s cheek, making her cringe, and begin to weep quietly.

“Don’t touch her.”

“Oh? Did you not listen? I said…. Sit.” With that, the vampire stepped forward smartly, and grabbed Ryan by the shoulder, exerting massive force, trying to push him into the seat. Ryan clenched his teeth, which he was acutely aware they were becoming fangs, and tensed his muscles, but he stayed standing. The vampires smile faded slightly, and pushed again, this time with greater strength than before. He was rewarded with a deep snarl erupting from Ryans lips, and pulled his hand back in shock, before he wiped it against his suit with disgust. Holly looked up in pure shock, and stared at the now amber eyes of Ryan with abject terror. Too many monsters were appearing in her life.

“You’re one of…” the vampire began, before he was cut off by a low growl. Ryan, carefully pulled his t-shirt off, and carefully laid it on the Counter. He then began to change. Flesh and skin started to stretch and contort, and the heavy scarring on his back seemed to dance across his flowing muscles, like serpents. Bones cracked and twisted, and visibly the ribs pushed outwards, increasing the size of his thorax, to make way for the larger heart and lungs growing within. Thick fur erupted across his shoulders and down his back, until soon; he was covered from head to toe, with a particularly thick mane. His Patella, elongated, bursting from the base of his back, and quickly becoming a tail. Claws tore through fingertips, and his legs broke in several places, before rejoining in their new, wolf like shape. His face changed too; a long muzzle pushed forwards, and his ears pulled backwards. With a final snarl, Ryan had completely changed, and at this point, Ryan stopped, and the wolf began. It was the curse of staving off human flesh; when Ryan changed, he was no longer in control, and was forced to take a backseat, and let the beast take the reigns. A snarling monster now stood in his place, and it was hungry. But before it fed, it had bigger fish to fry. Its assailant, a vampire was backing away slowly, hissing.

As one, the occupants of the Diner burst out into screaming, and stampeded for the door. Holly jumped the counter with surprising agility, probably given by the adrenaline pumping through her body, and raced out into the blinding sunlight, slamming the door behind her. Immediately the effects of being drained of blood, and being kept in the dark showed themselves. Most of the residents were staggering around aimlessly, unable to see where they’re going. Some were running aimlessly, completely blind. Holly, too, couldn’t see her hand in front of her face, and so, she carefully began to stumble forwards, using her hands as guides. Whenever she heard the sound of the fight ensuing within the Diner, she would cry out in terror; there were two monsters behind her, and she was completely helpless. Feeling her way forwards, she felt the baking heat of a car bonnet, and reasoned that she must be in the car park. She felt her way through, and slowly, her sight began to return. Holly turned, and looked back at the faint outline of the Diner.

A window exploded outwards suddenly and a mass of fur and fang erupted through, locked in a death grip with the vampire. Immediately the effects of the sun was clear. The vampire started to scream in agony, thrashing around, desperately clawing at the Werewolf, and trying to escape the grip, trying to get into the shade. But the beast would not let go, and instead, as if knowing the optimum way of causing the vampire the most pain, the wolf pulled back out of the grip, satisfied with pinning the vampire to the ground, wand watching it burn. Skin started to blister and bubble, and the vampires eyes seems to boil in their sockets. Flesh started to melt away, and thick, sulphurous smoke billowed from the dying monster. A high, piercing scream erupted from the rapidly dissolving lips of the vampire, before his throat was torn out by a swipe of the Werewolfs claws. And then it was over. The vampire turned to ash, and was no more.

But now, now the Werewolf, the werewolf who hadn’t been fed for the last three years, was in control, and there were nine potential meals staggering around. But a sense of recognition overrides the sense of aimless murder, and when the wolf spotted Holly, backing away, it began to pad towards her, it’s great amber eyes fixed on her throat…

I Really enjoyed that ghosty...

@ Kias..In retrospect...killing Collins on route to his car in the parking lot would have proabably proven to be less problematic...even if you'd hung him from the flagpole afterwards...laying siege to the station was bound to have some drawbacks.

@ Chowder...Waiting on RP concerning your actions in the pursuit..

FITZZ wrote:@ Chowder...Waiting on RP concerning your actions in the pursuit..

Part 1 of 2

They had been chasing her for over an hour now, and Mushatei was getting bored. There was no possible way out of the car without being caught. So, as she mulled this over, she pulled out her gun and threw it into the road. No need for that now.

She would need to break Ferdinand out of jail for her scheme to work. So, she did what every jailbird's friend does. She stopped the car, exited it, and went to her knees.

"Get on the ground!" The SWAT officer put the cool steel of a shotgun to the back of her head. "You're going away for a long time, bitch."

"Good. I deserve it." She had her hands zip-tied and she was being led to the back of a large SWAT van, where 10 sweaty men were waiting for her with more firearms.

It took them less than 5 minutes to get her into the prison, and get her into her prison uniform.

"FERDINAND! FERDINAND! Where are you?" She shouted from her cell.

"I'm next to you. What are you doing in here?" Ferdinand sounded scared and malnourished. Good, she thought, less resistance on the escape.

"I'm here to save you, silly!" Then she screamed. Her entire body went limp and she "passed out". When the guards opened the cell door, she wasn't in her cell. Nor was the person in the adjacent cell. The only thing that was left of the mysterious woman was a small patch of fur, a lipstick heart on the mirror, and a man sized hole in the massive concrete wall.

Ferdinand awoke in a small shack. It was the countryside, he could smell it.

"Good morning sugar, would you like some pancakes?" There was an old woman standing at his bedside with a glistening stack of flapjacks, covered in syrup.

"Oh god, yes!" He reached for the pancakes, and the old woman slapped his hand away.

"No pancakes for the bad hunter!" The old woman stormed off furiously.

Now Ferdinand was truly confused. How did this woman know he was a hunter? Where was he? Why was he here? What the f**k is going on?

"Hello, Magellan. Remember me? Of course you don't." Mushatei sat beside the dazed werewolf hunter. "My name is Mushatei, but you know me as the Romanian. My friend is the Aztec, and the old woman is Grandma. You are standing in a building with 3 of the most powerful people in Empire city. I would not go for your weapon."

"You? The Romanian? Impossible. I would have known, my info says that the Romanian is a blond haired, short woman, with... How do I say this... Large mammeries."

"Plastic surgery can do a lot, my little pet...."


OOC: Sorry about the lack of posts, I'm a student, and have little time for Dakka. I'll try to post as often as I can.

'So, they know about the werewolves now right?" Andy said smiling devilishly.

"I guess so." Vegas said as she walked towards her car.

Andy pumped his fist, "All out war on the wolves!" he almost yelled, "But hey we need to do some things first, there's a hunter in jail we need to get which should be easy now seeing as though the popo's on our side, and then we need to get some armor and gear."

"Armor?" Vegas was surprised.

"Yeah," Andy began listing items on his finger, "kevlar helmets, pads, stab vests, flash bangs..."

"Stab vests?" Vegas tilted her head in question.

"Yeah, they're like bulletproof vests except they protect against slashes and stabs instead of bullets." Andy was still smiling, "Oooh, and then I'm going to attach this here blade to my gun like a bayonet!" Andy was truly excited.

"So farm first and then we contact the prison about the hunter's release." Kara started the engine for the truck, "We'll meet you at the farm, but why don't you give that Pinkerton guy a call about our guy? His name is Magellan, like the explorer."

With that Andy, Kara, and Hawthorne drove towards the farm. They began to plan how to get it done without attracting any attention from the other huners to their vampire informant. It was going to be a good day.

My prefer battle music:

@ Chowder...

Nice save,I wish you'd gone into more detail concerning the prison escape,but I get the overall concept of what you were going for...

I understand completly about time restraints ...post as you can.

ghosty wrote:Nice one Silly. I loved it!

Thank you

ghosty wrote:Incidently, don't you absolutely loathe it when your PC shuts down just as your 500 words into your next post?

-.-

FML

Not sure what your talking about......i'm guessing "writers block?"

The trick is to just walk outside for half an hour, or watch some tv.... and when you come back, you'll probably be refreshed enough to continue.
At least thats what i do.

@nachos

Are I tagging along or not... i can't see it in your post.

I'm going to need to get "locations" on all PCs and NPCs...I've got two major events in mind and I need to know exactly where everyone is at...or heading to,in order to properly start the events....

Also,A few bits of information you Wolves might find interesting (well...you Vamps and Hunters as well) The Blade Of Ages is being held in the police evidence locker room..obviously the cops don't know it's true value and simply see it as an expensive mueseum piece that had been stolen.

Also,Matt Crossman (the reporter from the begining of the RP) has learned from his "sources" inside the police dept. of the existance of a very interesting video tape...though he's not been told what's on the tape yet,he's very interested in getting his hands on it...if he does,well...the existance of Werewolves will be all over the news.

FITZZ, i'm over at the farming town.

Pontius, the two Opriknikki, and Ferris are located in a nearby town, hiding in the chapter house of the Ordo Dracul. Oliver is lurking in the old church in the slums, as is Nero. Rasputin is crucified in a cornfield near an abandoned barn outside the city.

Jacob Canturberry was home early, a rare treat that he always savored. Pushing open the door to his apartment, he hung his coat on the rack before placing his sidearm in a safe behind a picture of his mother. As he made his way to the kitchen to fix himself a snack, he thought about the bizarre rash of killings that he and Pinkerton had been investigating. How could a man tear someone apart? It was impossible by any logic he could think of. As this thought left his brain, he had the feeling of being watched. Jacob turned about, to see a man wearing a beige suit tailored in the Victorian era, a purple crane mask covering his face, an ivory cane across his lap. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something about this man was very off-putting. Wishing he had held on to his gun, Jacob asked the stranger. "How the feth did you get into my house?" The figure smiled behind his mask pushing himself up from the leather chair and drawing a slender blade from his cane. "My name is Oliver Lane, and I am here to take your life. Please be civilized and do not struggle, it tends to ruin my clothes." He advanced with superhuman speed, sliding the blade through Jacob's ribs and popping his heart. Satisfied that he was dead, Oliver dipped his fingers in the wound, and daubed the words "Sanguis Bebimus, Corpus Edimus".

Pinkerton sat in his office staring in stunned silence at the video which played before him,he continuely hit the rewind feature...watching again and again as the man and woman who'd attacked Collins and his men took on the form of huge bipedal wolves..." This can't be real" Pinkerton thought to himself as he rewound the tape once again at hit play...but...it was real,the screams..the blood....the fact that Collins and several officers were now laying in the mourge..all proved that somehow...someway ...it was very real..
Pinkerton felt the tethers on his sanity slip just a bit..." Werewolves.." he whispered...
He watched again as Collins fought with the woman..or rather the Wolf that had been the woman...Pinkerton frowned...it appeared Collins had hurt her before the male wolf bit his head off...
Pinkerton rewound the tape again...watching intently as Collins fought the she wolf..." A knife?" Pinkerton thought...rewind..." No.." Realization dawned on the Detective.." Not a knife...his letter opener..his..silver letter opener.."
Pinkertons hand went to the cross and St.Christopher medals around his neck..

Sergeant Ellis knocked on Pinkertons office door and entered ..." Hate to bother you Pinky...but the News guys are driving me crazy for a statement...that Crossman douche from channel 5 in particular...he's been hanging around for an hour now and I'm about ready to shoot him."
Pinkerton nodded " Tell them I'll make an official statement in thirty minutes...and to behave themselves or I'll have them escorted off the property.."
" Got ya Pinky" Ellis replied.." Oh...one more thing...an Investigator Nash from the FBI called...said he'd have field officers here by 6:00 AM"
Pinkerton nodded..." Thanks Ellis.."
The Sergeant left the room...and Pinkerton sat staring at the tape...in the Detectives mind...a plan was taking shape.

OK...Pinkerton is now aware of the existance of Werewolves...furthermore ...he's figured out that silver hurts them.

FITZZ wrote: Pinkerton sat in his office staring in stunned silence at the video which played before him,he continuely hit the rewind feature...watching again and again as the man and woman who'd attacked Collins and his men took on the form of huge bipedal wolves..." This can't be real" Pinkerton thought to himself as he rewound the tape once again at hit play...but...it was real,the screams..the blood....the fact that Collins and several officers were now laying in the mourge..all proved that somehow...someway ...it was very real..
Pinkerton felt the tethers on his sanity slip just a bit..." Werewolves.." he whispered...
He watched again as Collins fought with the woman..or rather the Wolf that had been the woman...Pinkerton frowned...it appeared Collins had hurt her before the male wolf bit his head off...
Pinkerton rewound the tape again...watching intently as Collins fought the she wolf..." A knife?" Pinkerton thought...rewind..." No.." Realization dawned on the Detective.." Not a knife...his letter opener..his..silver letter opener.."
Pinkertons hand went to the cross and St.Christopher medals around his neck..

Sergeant Ellis knocked on Pinkertons office door and entered ..." Hate to bother you Pinky...but the News guys are driving me crazy for a statement...that Crossman douche from channel 5 in particular...he's been hanging around for an hour now and I'm about ready to shoot him."
Pinkerton nodded " Tell them I'll make an official statement in thirty minutes...and to behave themselves or I'll have them escorted off the property.."
" Got ya Pinky" Ellis replied.." Oh...one more thing...an Investigator Nash from the FBI called...said he'd have field officers here by 6:00 AM"
Pinkerton nodded..." Thanks Ellis.."
The Sergeant left the room...and Pinkerton sat staring at the tape...in the Detectives mind...a plan was taking shape.

OK...Pinkerton is now aware of the existance of Werewolves...furthermore ...he's figured out that silver hurts them.

Craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap.

@ Chowder...

once again..."crap" would sum things up nicely...

Also...things have the potential to become even more "crap" for the Wolves if Crossman manages to get his hands on a copy of the video tape...
Pinkerton doesn't want to panic the city by showing the tape...Crossman wouldn't have such moral or ethical problems,he'd plaster the airwaves with the images..

@ Mordoskul...

I'm really enjoying Oliver's antics...I'm also thinking that when news of this most recent killing reaches Pinkerton he will most likely make the assumption it was another "Werewolf" attack...at least at first.

FITZZ wrote: @ Mordoskul...

I'm really enjoying Oliver's antics...I'm also thinking that when news of this most recent killing reaches Pinkerton he will most likely make the assumption it was another "Werewolf" attack...at least at first.

I like this, but wouldn't the kill be too clean?
Just a question, why hasn't anyone found the crucified Rasputin yet?

Mordoskul wrote:

FITZZ wrote: @ Mordoskul...

I'm really enjoying Oliver's antics...I'm also thinking that when news of this most recent killing reaches Pinkerton he will most likely make the assumption it was another "Werewolf" attack...at least at first.

I like this, but wouldn't the kill be too clean?
Just a question, why hasn't anyone found the crucified Rasputin yet?

SHHHHHHHHH!

I was going to use that...

As of yet,most police patrols are focusing on "slum areas" in the city...I planed to have Rasputin being discovered in the AM...keep in mind...it's only been several hours since all hell broke loose...and the police are stretched pretty thin...which is why the FBI and other agencies have been called in.

Now,reguarding Olivers killings...Though Pinkerton may at first assume a "Werewolf" connection,he will of course notice that the MO is very different..and that the victiams haven't been "Torn apart"..


Oh BTW...Game Time is now 4:30 AM...Sunrise starts at 6:00 AM for all you Vamps.

Sorry Chowder , I could have done it much better than how I did, and for that I am sorry. To all other Wolf players as well.

RP:

Atlas paced through the woods, carrying Rose. He had changed back to human form not that long after he had left the station, and now he was rushing back to the cave, so that he could help Rose. He would not have been able to do it back in the city, as due to his foolishness in attacking the station directly, they would no doubt be aware of Werewolves. He cursed himself for this.

As he walked back into his cave, he laid Rose down on the floor, and looked at the wound on her back. Collins had managed to get part of the blade stuck insider her flesh. He would have to get it out now or he may not be able to save her. The thing was, he knew nothing about first aid, as he was never tought it. Atlas knew he would just have to try his best, for Rose.

"Just hang in there," he said before giving her a light kiss on the lips, before he tried to save her life.

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Sorry Chowder , I could have done it much better than how I did, and for that I am sorry. To all other Wolf players as well.

Don't worry, FITZZ would have ousted us anyway.

Or I would have.

That is true...

No worries Kais..you have to look at things from certian perspectives...and it's entirely within character for a Wolf to become so overcome with blood lust and the thrill of the kill as to not take it's best interest into mind...

Plus Chowder is right...I would have ousted you guys anyway..sooner or later.

Ok guys...I'm off for a bit,must go fight traffic..
Back later tonight with more ...

@silly, it depends on you. Vegas is invited to follow Andy, Hawthorne, and Kara to the farm compound to get equipped.

Speaking of that;

Andy and Kara are heading to the farm compound which I imagine is in the lower left of the map. Hawthorne is still their 'hostage'.

They plan to load up on the following gear:
Kevlar Helmet, Night Vision Goggles(for the sewers), Stab Proof Armor, Tactical Boots, Dark Blue Uniforms(similar to those used by SWAT), Silencers, and Flashbangs.

Andy plans to take the magic anti-werewolf dagger and make it into a bayonet for his AK-74.

Kara plans to equip a silver dagger.

Hawthorne(pending Pertuskin's returnl) is planning to hide in the truck.

The crusty old van that smelled of cannabis pulled into the parking lot of the police station. Lucas quickly stuffed a few items into a cardboard box careful not to leave any trace that could link him or his lackey to him and pulled a specially modified baseball cap onto his head. The cap had several powerful IR led's on the front of it. The light was invisible to the naked eye, but to security cameras it projected a halo around his head that would block or distort his image beyond recognition.

Exiting the vehicle, he carried the package across the busy parking lot and up the concrete steps into the police station. He didn't need to see the remains of the carnage around him to know that his kind had been here before, for his heightened sense of smell accomplished that for him.

He walked up to a female officer standing behind a portable desk who was obviously the new shift officer and calm yet firmly talked to her.

"Excuse me, but where can I find a detective.... Pinkerton?" he said trying to remember the cops name that he found in the directory.

"He is busy right now. Can I help you with something?" she said on edge.

"Yeah, you can hand him this for me. He is expecting it." He lied.

The girl took the package from him and handed it to a runner who turned and walked off.

"Anything else?" she asked as she turned around to face an empty spot where Lucas used to be standing.

Outside, Lucas was already getting into the van as Murry threw it into gear and proceeded to get the hell out of dodge driving towards the field where the animals were being offered.

** Pinkerton has gained a Package**
(details sent via PM)

Nice one JP...Pinkerton is sure to put the contents of the package to good use..

Pinkerton rubbed his eyes,the last thing he felt like doing at the moment was dealing with the media..especially that Crossman clown,but he knew he'd have to face the music soon...before that pack of idiots started making up their own stories.
A knock came at his office door...
" Damn it! tell those vultures I'll be out in five minutes." Pinkerton yelled....the door swung open and a scared looking rookie poked his head inside cautiously .." I..I have a package for you sir."
" From who?" Pinkerton asked raising an eyebrow and frowning..
" Doesn't say sir...Judy at the front desk told me to bring it to you" the rookie stammered.
" Well...don't just stand there like an idiot son...bring it here" Pinkerton sighed.
The rookie carried the box to Pinkertons desk and placed it in front of him.
Pinkerton stared at the package...then back up at the young officer.
" Something else you need son?" Pinkerton asked sarcasticly..
" Uh...No..no sir." the officer said looking confused.
"Well then..why don't you get back to whatever important business you were attending to" Pinkerton said rubbing his eyes,his head begining to pound again.
" Oh...yes sir..right sir." The rookie said almost tripping as he exited the office.
" Lord protect that boy" Pinkerton said rolling his eyes and opening the box...

At first,Pinkerton didn't quite know what to make of the contents inside...A cell phone,a small bottle filled with some clear liquid...a sharpened leagth of wood about a foot and a half long..a small box containing ten .45 caliber bullets and a note..Pinkerton unfolded the piece of paper ..writen there were the words " Werewolves ain't the only monsters that go bump in the night."....Pinkerton frowned.."Only Monsters" he muttered...his eyes fell onto the sharpened leagth of wood...." A stake.." Pinkerton whispered...his mind conjuring up images from old Christopher Lee films.
He examined the small bottle of liquid closer...St. Lukes Catholic Church and a small cross were etched onto the glass... "Holy Water..?"...Pinkerton couldn't belive what he was thinking...of course...up until a few hours ago he didn't belive in Werewolves either.
He studied the Bullets closer...Silver...who ever left this package knew about the Werewolves and had provided Pinkerton with a means of defending himself...
"Werewolves ain't the only monsters that go bump in the night." Pinkerton read again..." Vampires?" Pinkerton asked himself...
At the bottom of the note was a phone number...Pinkerton looked at the cell phone that had been packed into the box...he picked it up and dialed.

Hmmm, now what? Does Rose heal? Or will you, almighty GM FITZZ decide?

@ nachos what if we temporarly split up, you gather ammo/weapons and i information/help from Pinkerton. And then meet up again.

Hmmm, also, when will Officer Hanks be "changing". Hmm, I would love to see him go rampant, killing helpless Doctors... mwahahahahahaha...

...and Colt

pff... like a rampaging werewolf can kill a injured Colt