Micky sighed as he finished his drawing, putting the drawing down on the coffee table. He then stood up and took his ear buds out of his ears and walked out to the front porch to where Shilala was, once at the front door the werewolf swung the door open. He then stepped out as the door quickly closed behind him. Micky then looked to Shilala and sat down with his back against the wall. "So, how is everything going on out here? And where the fuck is Jackson? I haven't seen him for some time." Micky said with a hint of anger as he really wanted to get out and go into town. But he knew he couldn't do, as the last time he did that, he almost lost control and acttacked some drunk asshole who had come up from the city.<br/><br/>----------<br/><br/>Once Damien had come up to the room, Agent Smirh turned and looked at the younger man. "I know you have many questions and I'm sure you doubt if these agencie even is real. While it is, and well we don't hunt humans, we hunt those that aren't meant to be real. Like werewolves, vampires, and many other things. Yes even elves and dwarfs are real, but we can't actually tell if they are even on earth anymore. Both of those races were much more advanced then the humans were." The man said as he walked to his beg and opened it, pulling out a book and handing it to Damien. "Read this, learn everything inside of. And if you don't want to get your hands dirty or even want to know about those we hunt. Then the door is there, but I will remind you. Once you walk out that door, we will take you, throw you in a big padded room, and throw away the key." Smith smirked and give a soft laughed. "Oh wouldn't that be scary if we could actually do that?" He asked, before he started to pull more things out of his beg. Mostly they looked like weapons and some tools that while looked like they were there to pick up tracks, smells and other things.