[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Fi37uwX.png[/img][/center] Location: Operation Humanity’s Ember Grove facility Time: Sunset Interacting with: - The light from the fluorescent beams illuminated the windowless cell that Mike had called home for the past four weeks. Without windows and with the light always on it was hard to determine what part of the day it was, in the beginning it was even hard to sleep. However after only a few days the wolf had found his routine and sleep deprivation due to constant light was no longer affecting him. Ofcourse, the interrogators had a lot of other options to soften him up before starting their barrage of questions. Loud music, annoying noises, really bad smells or just days without anyone ever opening his cell door. Most people would go nuts in solitary confinement but not Mike. He liked his quiet moments. The white walls, the hard bed and the sanitary corner where his silent companions in the peaceful hours before the storm. The door of the cell opened and two Operation Humanity guards came in. Mike gave them a friendly smile. [color=B22222] “Good morning. Whith whom do I have the pleasure today?”[/color] “Pleasure? What kind of whack job are you? You’re a prisoner, not a guest you fucking monster” Responded one of the guards as he dragged the werewolf on his feet with as much force as he could muster and start pushing him along to the interogation room. The interrogation rooms of Operation humanity are what you expect of such rooms. Empty rooms with no windows. Just a mirror on one side and a table in the middle. Some cameras on the ceiling to record everything that would be said and done in this room. As usual the guards placed Mike on a strong iron seat and locked him in with heavy chains. Strong enough to even keep the strongest of unleashed werewolves in their place. There would be no escape from this place but that did not matter for the elder brother. For now he was in the place he needed to be, the one place where he could find the answer to that one question; Who gave Operation Humanity the information about him being a werewolf. After some time sitting locked in his chair alone in the room the door finally opened again. Two men entered the room. One in a standard uniform, the other seemed to wear his ceremonial piece full of decorations and smuck. His bald head, impressive mustache and imposing figure betrayed that the big boss graced the werewolf with his presence. The interrogator placed a cellphone on the table. It was Mike’s cellphone. The screen showed dozens of messages and missed calls. All from one person. His younger brother Finn. “Your brother Finn is in town.” Started the interrogator. “But don’t get your hopes up. Some highschool dropout will never find out where you are. No one is coming for you.” [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/zLG8UVu.png[/img][/center] Location: Ember Grove University - Art Exposition Time: Sunset Interacting with: - Mention: [@Andreyich] Valentin [@FunnyGuy] Alexander A red 1966 Ford Mustang turned right on Danver lane and entered the town’s University Compound. The wear on the paint job, rust near the doors betrayed that the car was not the best preserved model that was on the market of this classic car, nor that the owner was a capable mechanic that had the skill to restore this classic piece of American culture to its former glory. The blond young man behind the wheel drove his car past the main building towards the area where the dormitories were located. Slowly he drove by the buildings paying close attention to the names and numbers they were given before he finally pulled over and parked his car. The red rust bucket had survived the trip all the way down here from New York. Finn walked towards the front door and felt the handle. The door of the building was locked. Apparently you needed a key or something to get in. Probably to keep the bad guys out or something. The young wolf let his hand slip down the pocket of his blue jeans but changed his mind as he saw two students walking towards the door through the window. All he had to do was to wait for them to open the door and then he would slip in. Actually moving around the campus was rather easy for the young man. He just looked like a college freshman and did not stand out much. If he’d wear an Ember Grove jacket people just would assume he was some sort of jock, the kind of guy that just got in because he’s good at sports. He made his way to the 4th floor and walked down the hall. It was rather quiet. Most students seemed to be out to town or had already traveled back to their parents for the weekend. Only from behind a few doors the noises of conversation could be heard. At the end of the hall Finn stopped before the door of room 44 and read the name tags; Brian Dudley, Michael Cooper. For a moment the young wolf just listened but no sounds could be heard from beyond the door. Nor did any light could be seen from below the door. Finn decided to knock but the other side remained silent. He quickly looked down the hallway to check if he was the only one around and quickly grabbed his lockpicks from his pocket. It a matter of seconds the lock sprang open. Finn closed the door behind him and put on the lights. The room was as boring as you’d expect from a college dormitory double room. On both sides was a bed placed, with two study areas below the window and two closets for clothing on the side of the door. The young wolf quickly opened up the closet on the right side and instantly recognized his Brother’s clothing. The brands and colors made him generally stand out from his male peers. For as far as the young wolf could tell there was nothing in the room that indicated that his brother had just packed his bags and left. His books, study equipment and laptop were still in the room. It was more likely that Mike hadn't returned. Since it was clear that Finn’s brother hadn’t been in his room for a while the next step would be to find his roommate. Luckily for Finn, the man’s desk offered a clue where this Brian Dudley would be on this night as some flyer of an art event was the centerpiece of a rather chaotic scene of books and notes. Combined with the scent of his brother’s roommate Finn should have little trouble finding him. As Finn entered the exposition hall he could not help to wonder how much out of place he was. The room was packed with people who did their utmost best to look as classy as they could or to be as weird artsy as they could. And the young wolf? He just walked around in his sneakers, blue jeans and grey T-shirt with the logo of Wolfe’s boxing and kickboxing gym N.Y.C on the front. A rather conspicuous outfit in this world of wannabe classy people and weird artsy ones. However this presented the young wolf with a challenge. He had no clue what this Brian dude looked like and with so many people around, he had to tap into his inner wolf powers just to pick up his scent. Something that was rather difficult to do when his out of place outfit attracted more attention than most of the painting. Finn needed something to cover his eyes. Luckily for the young man, one of the classy dudes just placed his dark sunglasses on the table next to the wine and cheeses. Quickly Finn picked them up and put them on. Swiftly he tapped into his inner wolf hoping that no one would notice his eyes shifting in color and sniffed around. The smell of the cheese was horrible. Why do people eat that stuff voluntarily? However distracting questions aside, Finn managed to pick up the scent of Mike’s roommate. He was standing with a friend close to some big ass dude. But before Finn could figure out which of the two students was Brian someone tapped him on the shoulder. “Hey, those are my sunglasses! Give them back, kid!” grumped an middle aged man in an expensive suit rather annoyed. Finn turned around and looked him in the eyes and gave him a big smile before jovally speaking. [color=C0ABEF] “They don’t look good on me, right? It’s too much of an old dude design to fit with my jock image.”[/color] The young wolf quickly returned the sunglasses to its owner and just hoped that no one in the room had paid enough attention to notice that underneath the dark plastic his eyes had been yellow. It would be rather annoying if there were any hunters at the exposition. But if you have such an exciting job, why visit such a dull place like this? Finn ignored the stream of complaints coming from the middle aged man about his rude behaviour and waved at the two students standing near that big ass dude that looked like a Russian gangster. Finn still did not know which of the two was Brian so there was only one way to find out. He waved at the two students and spoke rather loudly [color=C0ABEF] “Yo Brian, didn’t know you were into this art stuff. Where is your roomie? Mike?” [/color]