[center][i][h3]Keith Kratz[/h3][/i]  
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Keith considered his brother's stealth idea, figuring he could do it he wanted to, but he didn't want to. Doing so would mean separation from the group and by extension being alone. Not to mention, being unable to protect Kit if the need ever arrived. Fortunately, any worry was partially relieved by their handler's assurance that their cover story would be enough to get the wendigo through. 

The helicopter finally landed with some commandos immediately approaching them with caution. The creature eyed all of them briefly then licked his lips with his long inhuman tongue. Well, it was time to hear the babysitter explain to the guards why they were there.

Any comfort vanished with the reveal that their cover involved a supernatural trafficking. Living, breathing beings were being traded around as if it were nothing. The guard's response to their new handler only confirmed its existence and served to further frustrate Keith. How could they defend a man who treated people like Kit as if they were less than human? Why? At this point his eyes were flickering with rage as he stared at the guards. He wanted to kill them. Cut them up. Devour them. He could do it right now. He could... he couldn't. He'd get blown to bits and nothing would get accomplished, for guards could be replaced. 

The wendigo moved along when asked, any tension in the air around him no longer there. Keith simply leaned in and whispered something to the squad.

[color=silver]"I'll keep to the shadows... y'all go on ahead."[/color]