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[center][color=DCDC95]Location:[/color] New York City, Repair Shop
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Verity didn't quite know what to expect. Whatever the hell was going down was causing panic so screaming wasn't unusual. This sounded raw though. Real. Not a quick panic but something more viceral.

And that was the right word for it, wasn't it?

Verity walked closer to where she heard the scream, Flynn following shortly behind her. A real gentleman would have sped up but she didn't consider him to be one of those. Finally she got to where the scream originated and saw the scene unfolding. It took every ounce of steel inside of her not to recoil because surely that wasn't a person biting into another, right? But it was and things had to be taken care of quickly. 

Verity glanced around, eyes landing on some wrenches and other car repair tools. Verity grabbed a tire iron and stood near Gus, facing the crazed worker. [color=DCDC95]"You heard the man, get him elsewhere."[/color] It was more for protection than anything, but given the fact the worker took bits off an actual person she wasn't about to take her chances.