"I hurt the corrupt. Children are not corrupt. This town has a shelter that only allows people eighteen and over in... We could say we were trying to clean up the city." Jack grinned. That sounded like fun.

"Dani, be a dear and go tell your brothers to get the truck full of explosives."

-( I was watching Lady & the Tramp 2: Scamp's Adventure, and I just had a vision of Jack saying to Dani-'That's my girl', and Dani going 'I'm NOT your girl'. xD )-

((Lol, Love. xD))

"Sure thing," Danica said with a nod before shifting into her grey wolf, heading off in the direction she came at full speed.

"Lee, Noah," She barked to her brothers when she found them. "Go get the truck. We're busting down a homeless shelter." The boys both looked at her, nodded, and went to bring the truck. Dani scampered back. When she got back to the group, she was panting softly. "They're coming," She informed them, turning back into her human state. 

Danica shuddered at Jack's statement, but shook it off and became her wolf form as well. "All right, let's do this."

Leon and Noah came by with the truck then, Leon driving and Noah pouting in the pa.ssenger seat. Looks like Leon won, Danica thought.

"Aww," Danica whined. "Why can't I go? The only reason I came here was so that I could have fun."

Andrew listened to the conversation as it echoed slightly down the halls, blowing up something again. As much as he liked being destructive, blowing things up was starting to get on his nerves. Then again, if they were blowing up a women's shelter he would tag along. He was a misogynist and didn't mind voicing it loudly. But he could also be called a misandrist on certain days, and mostly just stayed to himself. It was easier for him.

He could socialize when it came to interacting with other people, it was possible without him bursting into flames. But actual socializing required a whole tangle of things like complete sentences, real words, and topics that may or may not be coherent enough for the other person. Unless he's trying to persuade someone to see something his way, then he's a jumble of riddles and research to back it up and possibly trick you into it if you don't agree.

He pushed himself off of the wall, hearing footsteps and figuring that they had left. He had heard gunshots and his curiosity was getting the best of him. He came around the corner and spotted the poor fellow on the ground, laying in a pool of his own blood. He chuckled darkly at the sight, "Beautiful..." Stepping up and nudging the body with his booted foot. 

Served him right, this was the same guy that made such annoying comments and everything that was said around here. He wasn't even a were, pretty cocky for a human. And not only that, but Andrew thought that blood was a beautiful thing. Maybe it was the color, maybe it was the way it moved when it was spilled, whatever it was Andrew liked it. 

Now bored with the body Andrew continued on, other humans coming to clean up the bloody scene like they had been ordered to do. His boots leaving bloody boot marks across the stone floor as he went. The humans could get it.