When the other man at first continued to play dumb, Sam was almost convinced that they had the wrong guy. [i]Damn it, what the hell kind of intel are we working with these days?![/i] He thought to himself, sighing audibly. When Eddie spun around suddenly however, Sam raised a brow curiously, waiting and listening as he figured it had just been a noise from the hallway he'd missed at first, perhaps a knock on the door. But there was no noise, that he was aware of so he was unsure of what suddenly had the man alerted. He wasn't kept in the dark for too long though, and the info he was given was a lot to process. So they did have the right target, this guy really was a werewolf. From what Eddie said, Sam could only deduce that Eddie was one of the "nice" werewolves but such an idea seemed ludicrous. "No such thing as a nice werewolf." He said. And yet, he couldn't deny that Eddie wasn't particularly awful. Not once had Sam seen this guy act violently, his reactions were measured and cautious, and he seemed smart and even quite emotionally intelligent. Nothing like any werewolf Sam had encountered in his life. 

The thought of working together was certainly out of the question. After all, if the werewolf was this smart who's to say this wasn't all some kind of ploy to gain the upper hand now that he'd been caught? "Hold up." He said. Taking his radio from his pocket, he spoke into it, "Alpha team, what's your status?" There was no response. "Alpha team, do you copy?" Again, there was no response. This was not good. "Beta team, your status?" No response from them either, and his gut told him he'd only get the same response from the Omega team. And suddenly it sank in that Eddie could very well be right. His team were plenty capable on their missions, but for this one they'd been expecting only a single werewolf and they had expected to deal with it quietly. They were not prepared to deal with multiple werewolves, and probably had been caught off guard. He could only hope they were still alive, but for now he needed to focus on his own survival. 

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" This was absolutely a worst case scenario. But there was no time to be angry. Sam gave Eddie a hard look, pulling out his gun as he then said, "These better not be friends of yours furball, or else I will put a silver bullet in every one of your heads." If his team was dead & he made it out of there, he still might. "Now, I don't suppose you have a plan?" Things were about to really go off the rails, so much for being discreet. 

However, before anything else could be discussed, there was a knock on the door. Then, an even louder bang and after that a loud crash the door came down. "Get down!" Sam shouted, giving Eddie only enough time to do so before before he opened fire.