Jack kept apart from the other werewolf in the corner of the careening truck. Luckily, all had kept their grotesque wolf forms, perhaps because the white wolves were uncaged, and so needed to be intimidated into submission. If they transformed back to their human shapes, Jack knew he would be expected to follow suit – and what then?
After an interminable, uncomfortable journey the truck came to a sudden halt. Metal gates squealed and rattled as they were opened, and the truck lurched forwards again. Soon after, Jack heard a thick, electrical whine and a resounding clang – he guessed a heavy door had come down behind them.
As the truck engine turned off, Jack recognized the chemical tang in the air, and also a damp, fusty smell – they must be at the back of United Laboratories.
