The other men fled as quickly as they could the moment Frank changed forms. The remains of the body pumping its life's fluid down into the sewer drains, turning the river of sewage a deep red. As Frank turned around he saw another man standing there in a normal tee shirt and jeans. No colors, no markings, or anything of the sort. He just looked normal though Frank could smell the hint of uratha abut him. The man tossed him a trench coat and smiled "not bad but we dont need anymore odd murders in the neighborhood. Come on, lets get back to the gym." he told him before turning and walking down the street, seemingly not caring what Frank did next.