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The projectiles whistled though the air, chipping off flakes of concrete from the entrance and scorching windows. The people that weren't taken out by the shock grenades were shouting, a majority of them were bikers and they were hauling themselves into cover and dragging the stunned or shot into the cover, it was a frantic display.

Benjamin looked up from his desk. The President got to his feet, pulling a hatchet from the nearby rack and sliding it though his waistband, taking up a shotgun and racking the pump as a shell filled with bone fragments, human nails and teeth was shoved into the chamber with a loud click.

Hark wasn't stupid, he hit the floor and as soon as they drove off, he hit the entrance and slammed his back into the corner, taking a few deep breaths and peeking around the corner, that was a lot of damage these assholes were inflicting. Hark held a hand infront of his face and fired blindly at the chains supporting the large motorbike hanging from the roof, which promptly snapped and begun to fall, hopefully landing on David's face.

At the same time somebody dived off the balcony, tearing off his jacket and letting the wolf take over, hitting the concrete and scampering off after the car, following the noises and smells. The wolf quickly gained, leaping up onto a roof and aiming for a leap unto the black car's roof, six inch claws looking for a solid grip.

Benjamin begun to break into a run for the stairs down into the bar.