Name: Jack 'Jekyll' Mason<br/>Location: Lindon<br/>Tagging: All and none<br/><br/>______________________________<br/><br/>The night's air was frigid against even the fur that coated the Lycanthrope. It was a bitter night in Lindon and it would be even bitterer in his human skin. He couldn't help but imagine the chill that the others might be feeling now, on the floors or inside the tunnels. It didn't help that the Werewolf's perch was atop a fairly tall building, but the bitter cold was as decrepit and unkind as the hearts of...<br/><br/><em>"I'm Bored..."</em><br/><br/>...Jack's train of thought was ruined and his internal monologue was disturbed by the whining of his inner self. The second psyche had piped in his opinion when Jack had least expected it, throwing him off. What he said made sense though, the Dwarves had already beaten the angelic guards of the booty to death and no one else was to be seen. Had Marc's assembly of assorted misfits already deserted the promise of gold and treasure? Jack was here for a different reason entirely, but would the motivator of greed prove to be a much worse motivation than the much simpler and much purer path for revenge?<br/><br/><em>"Stop over-thinking things you moron."</em><br/><br/>"Listen, if you've something to say, say it."<br/><br/><em>"Would you go in first? A group of people who you've met a grand total of once, all of whom are thugs and criminals, are your back up. Do you trust them like that? Of course you don't.</em><br/><br/>"So everyone is waiting for someone to make the first move for them?"<br/><br/><em>"Probably...or they're all a bunch of chicken shits that’d only get in the way. Either way, stop being a pussy and go in first. You're a giant fucking Werewolf, the worst that'll happen to you is a few shotgun shells worth of pain.</em><br/><br/>Jack nodded at himself, somewhat surprised by Hyde's rationalisation skills. He'd lived with the other psyche for literally decades now, and he oft forgot how the psyche had developed to be pretty smart. He was still a selfish fuckwit with no social skills, but he was clever at reading people. Moments like this made the bond between them seem symbiotic and cooperative. He almost managed to ignore Hyde's constant desire to kill/pillage/fuck just about everything he sees.<br/><br/>Now though, was the time to act. There was no howl to the moon, nor any bellow or sound of rage. That was closer to Hyde's terrain. Instead, there was a single bounding leap, which catapulted Jack from his rooftop watchtower to the north side of the road's newly added subway. He landed silently, avoiding the guards who were still undergrounds, patting themselves on the back for their work done well. The only task that was left was the one axe totting dwarf who strode above ground, trying to ensure that no one disturbed the group underground who worked to pilfer all the angelic gold.<br/><br/>He was not going to have a good night...<br/><br/>Jack stalked forward, silent and deadly. A Hunter's grace surrounded him as he stood a foot behind the hunter. He rose up off of all fours and onto his hind legs, his shadow towering over the dwarf. The creature had time to turn around and attempt to shout before Jack's hand clasped around its neck. The soundless gags of a chocking dwarf and the clang of a dropped axe filled the night sky as Jack put pressure on the neck: Snapping it like a twig.<br/><br/>The sounds, so light as they were, had proven enough to alert the dwarves below of something gone wrong, the sound of confusion was easy enough to hear and, deciding to not eat some shotgun shells, the Werewolf jumped to the shadows, having discarded the dwarf's corpse on the floor. This could go two ways really; one led to the others intervening: killing the investigating dwarves, or two; the dwarves would discover the corpse, warn the rest of the stout folk and make Jack's job a lot harder. He was forcing the hands of his allies now, perhaps not the best way to ensure the job's success but it seemed the best way to find out just how alone Jack was in this raid.<br/>