Alistair proceeded stealthily down the stairs, his footsteps light on the steps. He reached the bottom, hearing muffled, unidentified noises coming from the rusted steel door in his sights. He drew his sidearm, his revolver, feeling the familiar contours of the grip in his hand, leaving the magic rifle strapped to his back. He held the revolver close, in the ready position, as he tried to open the door silently, but the hinges on the door were rusty and squeaked loudly as he turned the handle and pushed it open. A dank, musty smell assailed his senses, and loud howls assaulted his ears.<span style="font-style: italic">What the...</span>Alistair saw cells built into the walls. And in those cells, werewolves.<span style="font-style: italic">These must be feral 'wolves, used by Maestas to carry out his attacks. Strange though, seeing as there haven't been any large scale assaults anywhere.</span>He made a mental note to mention this to Nigel and Mike, then closed the door and headed back upstairs.<br/><br/>Alistair carefully made is way down a hallway that branched off from their infiltration point, and heard someone talking. At the end of the hallway, there was a door slightly ajar, with some light and a voice spilling out. " ... supplies to Scotland. Yes. I will be going there shortly, it's getting dangerous here. I believe someone is on to me. We had an infiltrator a night or two ago. Most of my intelligent assets are already on their way there. I just have to arrange transport for the Ferals. Yes sir. Bye."<span style="font-style: italic">That must be Maestas...</span>Alistair thought as he approached the door. He peeked inside, seeing Gideon standing behind a desk. Alistair pushed open the door, "Well well, Gideon Maestas. I just had a feeling you were one of those bloody beasts." Gideon had a bored look on his face as he looked up. Alistair spotted Gideon's right hand slowly reaching under the table. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Alistair said as he showed off his revolver. "Silver bullets. Wanna know what it feels like to feel one burn it's way into your flesh? Wanna know what it feels like to die?" Gideon snarled angrily, then asked," Well, what are you waiting for? Information? You're not getting anything from me." Alistair toyed with his firearm. "Oh you've already told me all I need to know. See, I overheard your conversation. Besides, you've also verified that you are indeed a werewolf, and need to be put down. But, unfortunately, I believe by superiors would want you alive. So for now, you live." Gideon laughed in Alistair's face. "You think you can take me prisoner?! You must be out of your bloody mind!" He howled a bone-chilling howl, and his clothes shredded as his flesh exploded and expanded as he transformed. He stood as tall as the room, and had grey-streaked brown fur. Alistair fired 3 rounds into Gideon's chest, but the beast just howled and faced him. Alistair turned and sprinted out the door, the werewolf close behind.