Exton

Ob looks over the room. Shifters examined weapons, took their other shapes and began to set up groups of fighters. The organization was incredible. Each small team had at least one Bitten. Ob grins. One set of hands and claws among all the teeth, they knew well what they were doing.

Ob watches Pandora pick up a gun. He takes it from her hand and kisses her gently. Keeping his arm around her waist, he turns to Jack. "Dude... Are you better with a sword or gun?"

Jack shook his head. "A shovel. I'm better with a shovel." At Ob's blank look, Jack sighed. "I'm a glorified gravedigger, not a warrior."

Ob just didn't seem to get it. "Ob - buddy, listen to me. I'm a terrible shot. The people I'm trying to protect are in more danger if I have a gun than the people I'm trying to shoot. I'd probably blow my balls off, and then where would Patti be? Not to mention me."

"Okay, got it... so no gun. What about a sword?" Ob thinks a minute. "Dude! A shovel... I think there is one in the back. Never thought of it as a weapon."

One of the younger shifters runs into the back room and brings in a spade. The tip is pointed and she runs her fingers over the edge. She looks at Jack doubtfully. "You want to use this?"