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Hermès couldn't hear the sounds of glass being pounded on. Finley locked up inside the cruiser as he bashed his head repeatedly at the window in an attempt to break free. He didn't know what was happening to him, to Elio, it was all too sudden and too strange. Coach had died, yet he was seen moving again later, some sort of viral infection spread via saliva from the sounds of it based on what the dispatcher was saying. But Hermès didn't want to think about what that meant for Finley, on if it was already too late and he'd passed or if he was still alive in there, somewhere. He hoped they could find a cure to it and that he'd return back to normal, but until then he'd need to stop having so many close encounters with a bite.

As Hermès looked away from the scene and towards Mandy's car, he saw the teen who had snuck in and attempted to hot wire it. Mandy's quick thinking startled him however, the loud alarm making Hermès remove his hand from the car with a jolt before looking towards the officers. [Color=67AB6D]”Hey, there's a guy trying to steal our ride over here!”[/color] He was about to do something reckless, before he remembered the cops were there. Wouldn't do for them to see him assaulting someone and get the wrong idea. Especially not after this whole mess.