Rome waved obnoxiously at Elenna and Georgie while Rawson continued to search for any signs of the werewolf. There were none--not that he expected wolf prints in the mud or anything like Rome seemed to--but Raws didn't say anything.
"Hey, chiquitas," Rome said, greeting them like he was a high school football jock and the cheerleading squad had just arrived, "thank you for saving me from the sausage fest. How is it we kill werewolves again?"
"Silver bullet to the heart," Elenna said automatically. "But we have to find him first."
"Yeah," Rawson said. "That's a good point. Like what Richard said, we have to find him, not it. This Caleb guy is human now, right?"
Rome looked uncomfortable. "Yeah...I guess," he muttered.
"So we shouldn't be looking for the wolf, then, should we?"
"No, I guess not..."
"So tell me about this guy, what's his M.O.?" Raws pressed.
"Jesus, Raws, how can you be so callous about this? He's a person!" Rome suddenly yelled.
"Oh, so we're just letting him go for humanitarian reasons, then?" Raws snapped bitterly. "Because, yeah, letting him kill or turn more people every month is super-responsible of us."
Georgie stepped up. "Okay, you two, calm down. Rome, Raws is right, this is what we have to do. But Rawson, that doesn't mean we stop being compassionate about this. We knew him for quite a while, it isn't going to be easy for any of us."
Behind her, Richard set his jaw with determination, and Rawson guessed at what he planned to do.
"Okay, whatever," Rawson said, stalking back to his car. "You work on the touchy-feely crap, I'll work on getting the job done. Let's try in town."
"Hey, chiquitas," Rome said, greeting them like he was a high school football jock and the cheerleading squad had just arrived, "thank you for saving me from the sausage fest. How is it we kill werewolves again?"
"Silver bullet to the heart," Elenna said automatically. "But we have to find him first."
"Yeah," Rawson said. "That's a good point. Like what Richard said, we have to find him, not it. This Caleb guy is human now, right?"
Rome looked uncomfortable. "Yeah...I guess," he muttered.
"So we shouldn't be looking for the wolf, then, should we?"
"No, I guess not..."
"So tell me about this guy, what's his M.O.?" Raws pressed.
"Jesus, Raws, how can you be so callous about this? He's a person!" Rome suddenly yelled.
"Oh, so we're just letting him go for humanitarian reasons, then?" Raws snapped bitterly. "Because, yeah, letting him kill or turn more people every month is super-responsible of us."
Georgie stepped up. "Okay, you two, calm down. Rome, Raws is right, this is what we have to do. But Rawson, that doesn't mean we stop being compassionate about this. We knew him for quite a while, it isn't going to be easy for any of us."
Behind her, Richard set his jaw with determination, and Rawson guessed at what he planned to do.
"Okay, whatever," Rawson said, stalking back to his car. "You work on the touchy-feely crap, I'll work on getting the job done. Let's try in town."