Eddie stared at the man, trying to get a read on the stranger. He couldn’t tell if the other person was lying and would just shoot him when he turned his back, but he had few options in the matter. Now that they know he’s here, he needed help escaping. “That’s something,” Eddie muttered, “well since we’ll be working together, can I at least know your name? You apparently already know mine.” 

While waiting for the other person to answer, Eddie dragged the dead body into the room, checking the coast before closing the door. His gaze felt heavy as he got a good look at the dead person. He looked to be young, mid-twenties maybe. Still with so much life to live, and now he’s dead. Clenching his hand into a fist, he closed the eye of the person then said, “I’m so sorry you had to die. Safe travels.”

Before standing up, he searched the body and found a gun hidden in the jacket. He gave it a sniff and recoiled from the scent, “Silver alloy,” Eddie mumbled. It was an alloy created by werewolves to kill both, humans and other wolves. A deadly invention he wished didn’t exist. “Here maybe you can take the ammo. It’s 9 millimeters,” Eddie said, then toss the gun over to the stranger. He then stood up and walked over to the door. He listened for any noise before opening it. 

“Coast is clear. After you,” Eddie said with a glare.