Warren glanced at the body as it fell. He slowly tried to stand and lifted his gun as he scanned for the last man. His scent was strong, but he wasnt anywhere he could see. That left one place. Warren spun aiming up just as the rifle in the mans hand fired. Warren fired twice as he fell from the impact of the hits. This time the vest had stopped most of the burst, though from the feel, not all. He couldnt move and was numb. But he knew he had hit the bastard because of his scream as he fell from the roof.<br/><br/><---Brandt----><br/><br/>They were close now. Close enough to catch the scent of the unfamiliar shifters Warren had mentioned. They also heard the gunshots. He knew it was too late, he only hoped they were in time to save Warren and the girl. He and his mother ran faster and he heard her voice.<br/><br/>~He is in trouble Brandt. I can feel it.... We must hurry!~ Her voice was angry, and held an edge to it.<br/><br/>~I know mother, the gunshots told me as much......~ He wasnt trying to be sarcastic. He only meant that he knew what was happening was dangerous.