One minute she was in the alley watching a dog get his ass handed to him, and the next she was on a roof top. The one she had just spent a good five minutes getting down from.<br/><br/>"If there wasn't some asshole dog bounding up the stairs right now to eat us," she said panting and pulling her weapon free, "I'd be beating your ass up, tying you up and taking you in for interrogation."  She pointed the Glock at the door hearing the howls of the infuriated lycan coming closer. As predicted, lycans had never been known for being circumspect, Leroy threw himself through the door and bounded to the end of the roof when he stopped looking for them. They however had waited to the site and when Leroy bounced against the far wall and scrabbled to turn around Maya calmly unloaded two rounds in him. Leroy looked down on his side and thigh, whimpered rather pathetically and .... sort of exploded in a mass of fur and goo.<br/><br/>"Clean up in aisle 6," muttered Maya and then calmly pointed the weapon at the man who had just... well... saved her skin, she sighed and lowered the weapon. "Who the fuck are you, how the fuck did you do that, and why the fuck did Ber... I mean a vampire chase you? Answer in that fucking order, please and thank you."