Listening to the words before he left, he wished he could stick around, but he never stayed in one place for too long. Curious as he was to know about the group that the android girl was looking for, Leon was a lone wolf, so he decided against it for the time being; always another time. He took flight, heading on his way to his destination; his home was a small shack on the outskirts of the city, a makeshift home more than anything, but there was nothing special about it. Wooden walls, tin roofing, and a fairly sub-par floor. It was a three-room space at best; living space with joined kitchen, bedroom, and the washroom. It was basically furnished, a couch, chair, a bookshelf with assorted books, a desk, a phone, and of course, in the bedroom, a single deluxe bed with a dresser with spare clothes. Leon basically just wanted to call it a night... at least, he wanted to, but his phone rang before he stepped through the front door. The number was a first-time caller.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0000cd">Talk to me... Pack of werewolves, huh? Exterminated? That I can do... Thousand a head, making for a total of eight-thousand... I'm not running a charity. Seven-fifty, making for a total of six-thousand, and I won't go a penny less... We have a deal. I'll be there as soon as I can...</span>" This was why his revolvers packed silver bullets; though he had genetics of a werewolf running through his veins, his human genes allowed him to tolerate the presence and handling of silver. Though, the very rounds he used were capable of causing serious injury, and prevent his regenerative abilities to kick in right away, only Myth Hunters and those with the proper licenses carried such ammunition legally. Nonetheless, a pack of eight werewolves shouldn't be an issue; a silver bullet to their heart or decapitation was enough to deal with them efficiently. Sure, they were strong and ferocious beasts, especially in packs, but in contrast to a Minotaur, it would take fifteen to come up to par with the beastman at least.<br/><br/>Nonetheless, Leon would draw both his dual-cylinder custom revolvers; twelve rounds in each gun, making for a total of twenty-four rounds he can let off before having to reload them. Aiming for the heart from a distance was tricky with the handgun; this is why he should consider in buying a larger weapon that he can pick them off from a safer distance, but the prices of myth-hunting weapons was on the constant rise. One things that was a plus from this, is that Leon doesn't have to take any of them alive; all of them just have to be killed so they wouldn't cause trouble. If nothing else, Leon would kill at most four, and the rest would mostly likely flee in order to regroup, and a few nights later, they show up and attack again. It was the money-making part of the job; kill off the entire population, a Myth Hunter is out of the business. Leave some alive, and they keep the job. So, at least, it was looking like another three grand in the bank; putting his briefcase in the shack, and locking up, Leon would take flight heading towards his destination where he got the call. He would most likely have to walk after the job was finished, but... what could he do?