Tyson stopped suddenly and turned to face the boy,"Ever hear of a werewolf?!" He than grined like a lunatic and began to focus on his hands and soon silky sin black fur covered his arms and hands, than his arms bulged out and his hands turned into vary large paws with razor sharp onyx claws. His grin grew and he moved his arms closer to the boy so he could see better,"That is why, I might tear you to shreds."<br/><br/>He shook his arms out and they returned to normal, with a quick movement he spun on his heel and briskly walked the rest of this distance, pulling out a set of keys from his stiff pocket. The truck beeped in response to him clicking the unlock bottom and he opened the door and swung himself in the drivers side seat. Sticking the keys into the ignition he started the engine and was assaulted by the loud roar of rock music and waited for the boy to get in. Once in he sped off  and made his way through the parking lot weaving through the mass of slow body's, Tyson mumbled under his breath about running them all over but than the turn off for the main rode came up and she turned sharply and sped through the traffic.<br/><br/>Once at a constant position he looked at the boy occasionally than turned down the music now that the frustration of people where out of harms way. "So... Marcus, is there anything that you can tell me that, that folder can't? Give me a little insight about you." He turned the rest of his attention on the road but was still able to keep up in the conversation considering his sensitive hearing.