A supernatural underground railroad, now that was a new one. Benji had never seen a collection of supernaturals in such large numbers before, it was strange but comforting to know there were supernaturals who could go toe to toe with the worse their enemies had to offer. His own experience as a supernatural, after the loss of his family, had been very isolated but knowing that his kind was organizing in ways that led to a well matched battle against the scientists and their soldiers gave him hints of hope. He had a slight grin as he watched the theater fall, crushing the scientist’s monster as the remaining supernaturals escaped the falling building. 

A frightened looking man jumped on top one of the buses and suggested they all get going. While he nodded in agreement with this guy something about him made Benji feel uneasy, but he couldn’t say why. To be fair to the stranger he also got uneasy feelings around people who owned cats and being around armed soldiers and a horrible shapeshifting monster had already put him on edge to begin with.  He didn’t have time to think on his unease though as what looked like some sort of winged creature descended from the sky and ripped an engine from a bus like it was nothing. He instinctively snarled as the woman suggested they all go quietly with the “friendly folks” who wanted to torture, maim, and slaughter them. Non-supernaturals doing the things the scientists did to his kind was bad enough but supernaturals helping these scientists were the lowest creatures on earth as far as he was concerned. 

“Pointless fighting? Fighting for our own survival, for the right to not be skinned, mutilated and slaughtered is pointless?” He snarled at the woman his eyes flashing yellow for a second from his rage. The leader of Supernatural Underground argued back with the winged creature before throwing scotch and then a bottle at the, well what he was going to assume was some kind of powerful dark fae. Generally Benji didn’t support the wasting of good or even somewhat palatable scotch but he had to admire the balls on the older woman and he wondered what sort of creature she was to be so fearless in the face of such an adversary. He followed slowly in the direction of a new bus, one that still had an engine, while making sure not to turn his back on the winged woman. He watched for any sudden movements in case she tried to attack those fleeing the mangled bus or the man who had jumped on top the bus. He had passed on a fight before and he didn’t have it in him to pass on another fight but getting all these people out had to be the first priority. It would go smoother if this new advisory, who seemed to dislike fighting, was looking for violence but the primal force that was his wolf ached to be set free.