Meko tensed as he heard the crackle of a radio. Least the walkie talkie type of deal hadn't gone out of style. He hurried after Taylor. He looked at him. "Fae are always light on our feet. We can make our steps nimble, quick and utterly silent." he said seriously. He proceeded to do so. His footsteps ceasing to be heard even by sensitive ears like animals or his own. He followed Taylor as he hoped they could get out of here. Combat situations....not a specialty of his. He was going to end up passing out when it was all over. Just one hard thing after another. He kept after Taylor who led the way. Nodding his head and entered into the stairwell. He was hoping that they could lose their pursuers but his extra sensitive hearing informed him the men were getting closer. They wanted them dead. He was assuming they wanted Taylor dead too because he was helping him not be dead.<br/><br/>He followed him up the steps. Trying to take them two at a time like Taylor did. He tnesed when a shot was fired. It shot past his cheek and barely missed grazing it. Then the lights flicked off and he stumbled. Letting out a muffled cry of pain when he tripped. His fae form...not made for night vision action. He looked at Taylor. Whispering. "Going wolf. Only way I can see." He said softly. "Just keep moving." He said. The sound of bones crunching and rearranging could be heard. The mind numbing pain was something he was used to. The bone crunching almost gruesome sounding. His fae ears shrunk away and wolf ears replaced them. A tail sprouted from his backside and he began to grow fur. He kept taking the steps as quickly as he could. Hunching over and soon his hands and feet were paws.<br/><br/>Moments later he was his wolf form. He nudged Taylor's hand then began running up the stairs quickly. His wolf more agile and dexterous. Able to see in the dark. The gun clenched in his fangs. He stopped and looked back. Certain Taylor was still following he continued to run up the steps. His smokey gray fur almost impossible to extinguish from the shadows that casted shadows. He was ahead of Taylor simply because it was hard to do more than claw with a gun in his jaws. He kept going up the steps. Stopping and listening for Taylor's heartbeat then continued on. The men were yelling and seemed to be falling behind them. They said something in some strange tongue. He got to the top of the steps and was certain Taylor wasn't that far from him. He shifted back with more bone crunching noises. Wincing as he couldn't see anything but thick shadows.<br/><br/>All he could do is wait for Taylor to make it here so they could get onto the roof. Though...what were they going to do after they got on the roof? Wasn't there no place else to go after that?