Benji was pretty quiet during the trip to the grocery store, he was still abnormally focused on their surroundings, his heart beating faster than it should and his body tense in expectation of danger. There was a group of teenagers in the checkout line ahead of them that smelled like they bathed in that cheap spray cologne. The smell made his nose burn and his stomach completely nauseous. He was thankful when they left the store and returned to the motel. He smiled a bit at the sleeping Paon. If it wasn't for the guy's snoring he might have checked for a pulse but he seemed to be breathing. He chuckled at Willa's comment that he could be hibernating. He shrugged and opened a window like she had asked but didn't really pay too much attention to her advice, how bad could it really smell.

He had definitely made a mistake in underestimating the smell of the hair dye. It was horrible, it was ten times worse the smell those kids at the grocery store wore. It blocked out every other smell and made his nose feel like it was on fire. He could only stand it for a few minutes before he went outside the room, closed the door, and sat next to the door as standing by the door made him look too conspicuous. He could still smell the foul chemicals from outside but it wasn't nearly as bad. Although he was exhausted he was still too alert to fall asleep even if he wanted to. He'd failed Willa earlier, as much as people he knew might joke about it Benji truly saw himself as a supernatural guard dog, protecting people from danger was his role. Today he failed in his role and he had failed Willa. She had done her part, disabling the guns, using her powers to their fulfillment. He had to try harder and to be better not only to protect those he cared for but because he was the last of his family and he had to honor their memories and be worthy of being the one who survived. 

When Benji heard the hairdryer on he pulled his phone, a disposable plain cell, from his pocket and dialed up a nearby pizza place. He figured the pizza would there by the time she was done. The pizza ended up arriving before Willa was done with her hair so he went back inside and left the pizza box on a table. The horrible smell had mostly left the room but he still caught hints of it and of course none of the smells or noise had disturbed his sleep. He wished he could be that relaxed for a even a minute. He grabbed a beer from the small mini fridge that was in the room, he kept beer and water in it. He sat in one of the rooms chairs and waited only another couple minutes before Willa came out of the bathroom with darker hair. She asked him how it was and he immediately smiled.

“You look stunning, as always. How do you like it?” He replied. He knew how much she loved her hair, it was important to her and while, if he was totally honest, he liked the red slightly better, hair wasn't important to him. She could shave her head for all he cared and she'd still be Willa, he liked her for the person that she was not for her hair color. 

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Charlie drank quite a bit more than he usually did and his mood was clearly more somber than it had been earlier. Thoughts of watching a creature burn seemed exponentially worse than skinning a sedated creature that looked like a monster already. He took another shot of well whiskey with Murphy. Charlie made a face like he was going to hurl but held it back.

“You okay bro?” Murphy asked. Charlie said nothing but nodded a yes. “Well let's go outside, I need a smoke.” Charlie was thankful for the suggestion. The fresh air on the bar's patio made his head feel a lot better and after a few minutes his surroundings stopped spinning. “Feeling wary about tomorrow?” Mack asked as he lit up a cigarette. 

“Yeah a bit, is it that obvious?” He asked. Mack nodded while inhaling and offered the pack to Charlie who shook his head in reply. 

“I guess some of the things we do seem cruel. Some of them seem human.” Charlie said.

“Yeah they do, but it's act man, they aren't human. I'm not some psychopath, I wouldn't do this shit to person or even an animal but what we're dealing with is pure evil.” Mack said as he knocked ashes from the cigarette into an ashtray. “I had an older sister, she was always looking out for me, keeping me out of trouble. We were pretty close and she was in school to become a doctor. A vampire murdered my sister in a parking lot. If these were people I wouldn't do this, but these are monsters. No one else is doing a damn thing about it either, except Dr. McConnel and his labs. The government, the police they know about these monsters and they keep it a secret and cover up these murders and people keep dying. We pull these monsters off the streets and we keep them away from good people. Being a hero isn't easy Charlie, what we do is hard but everyone at those labs is a hero in my eyes. Sometimes doing what's right means getting your hands dirty.” Murphy said his piece calmly and with more sincerity than Charlie had heard from anyone who worked at the labs. 

“You really think they're all evil?” Charlie asked, though he was pretty convinced by Murphy. 

“I know it, I see it them every day at the labs man. I'm not the only one whose lost someone; Dr. West's son was a toddler when he was killed by werewolf on a camping trip, Baker in accounting's wife was killed by a demon, Barnes nearly died from a witches' curse and Dr. Harper's infant was stole by fairy's. Those are just a few, I know they recruit people who've been victims of these monsters, helps give us a sense of justice.” Murphy said proudly. 

Charlie liked the thought of doing something heroic. He knew he'd never be a traditional hero but if his work in the labs and through science could really make a difference then that was more than he could hope for. “You make a good point Murphy, I guess it just takes some getting used to.”

“No shit it does, some of this stuff is intense.” Murphy agreed as he left the cigarette butt in the ashtray and followed Charlie back into the bar.