As the trio burst through the back door, with Sammy sprinting to their car as the other two took cover on the outside of the doorway, popping out to take a few pot shots at the cultists still in the building, something caught Bobby's eye that piqued his interest. It looked like the Glabro form of a Garou, but far more feline. If he wasn't mistaken, that was one of the Khan. A Weretiger. He'd never seen one himself, but he had stories.

As Sammy came around with the car, the other two piled in quickly, still with rifles clenched and aimed out the windows. [color=ed1c24]"Follow those cars!"[/color] Bobby called out of the sound of gunfire as he fire off a few more shots into the door way of the club. [color=ed1c24]"One of them is Fera, I think. We have some things to chat about." [/color]