It had been 2 days since Sam arrived in the city and he was already ready to leave. He was starting to think that the agency really fucked up their intel this time, as not once on any of his missions had he ever seen a werewolf capable of blending in with human society. Sam was a hunter for the Red Hoods, sometimes just called the Hoods, an organization that put together teams of hunters to track down and rid the world of werewolves using information from The Forestry, an intelligence agency. He had worked for them for about 8 years now, and had started in the bottom ranks. Now he was a team leader, code name Red, of a squad of 6. Normally, their hunts were quite different- usually they involved fast chases throughout the woods, lots of fighting and danger. Sometimes they happened in towns, or cities, and it was even more chaotic. But not this time. This time, the Red Hoods wanted this done with precision. The less collateral damage the better, and the more low key the better. Beyond not wanting too cause undue trauma to the surrounding population, they also wanted to avoid causing any panic that werewolves now lived among humans. Though, despite the intel he'd received, Sam was not convinced that was even true.

"Can't believe this shit." He grumbled under his breath, as he played with his lighter in his hand. This had to be the worst job they ever took, he had never spent so much time waiting around in his life. But this stake out was crucial to making sure their mission went off without a hitch. Sam was currently waiting in an alley across the street. His squad members were positioned at various other points in pairs of two. 

"The least Boss could've done is gave us some money for some food. Unfair to put us within smells distance of a bakery and we can't even partake in a little undercover and try some of the goods." Said Grimm, real name Mikey, over the radio. Sam rolled his eyes. 

"I know you're hungry but you really want [i]dog food[/i]?" Sam radioed back, smirking on his end. It was getting to be evening, if it was the same as the previous night the owner- their target- should be getting ready to close up shop for the night any time now. "Any signs of BB?" BB- Big Bad, the code name they used for their target. 

"Nada. But I will let you know." Grimm replied.