Leofwine, Otis' Farmhouse, Basement<br/><br/>"No, I was the idiot who nicked a werewolf with a pocket knife.  I don't carry a gun on me unless I'm expecting to need it. I prefer melee. I teach Escrima at Totally Fit. And I know how to take a beating without slowing down." He commented idly, not dropping the name of 'Iron Shirt', since he didn't feel like going into an explanation of what it was, and how he'd done it.  He just bottom lined it. He was trained to deal with high levels of pain and injury and still trucking on.<br/><br/>"Hah. I was going to head out that way myself. It's why I've got the armor and weapons." He sets his pack down on the ground, by the stairs. "Even brought along some goodies...flare gun, eight hour glowsticks, some energy bars and bottled water, medkit and some painkillers..." he shrugs his shoulders.<br/><br/>"Honestly, I didn't pay too much attention... The local law enforcement agencies are getting federal support to find out what the hell is going on, so pretty soon, we'll need to be extra careful. We can't afford to get in trouble or fights with the authorities." Or, at least, he couldn't.  "That, and something about how their was a pretty consistent pattern in the kidnappings. We've only got a few more days until the next one."