With a friendly greeting and a confident smile, Smith tries to put the Dominate on the more belligerent of Theodore's friends. However, perhaps the ambient macho aggression of the pack, perhaps because of their slippery and foul supernatural nature, the Dominate doesn't take, and instead the wolfman takes furious exception, hulks out until his hand is like unto a claw of a big fucking wolf, and brutally shreds Smith's face.

Pulling his hand back, the werewolf reels suddenly at the sight of the blood flowing freely down the sleeve of his cheap rent-a-cop jacket, the result of Magenta's lightning-fast application of handbag-fu (whether he was cut by a gaudy silver decoration or the subtle use of a hidden blade remains a mystery). As the befuddled Theodore stumbles to intercede in this sudden outbreak of violence, Magenta grabs Smith, covers his bloody face with a jacket, and drags him scrambling back into the terminal.

The terminal provides no cover or safety; the werewolves, resembling security staff, move steadily towards them, and the airport guards also seem poised to pose obstacles to the pair's flight. Weaving and ducking through the crowd, Magenta leads them back out through a different exit (a stern and steady application of Presence and a flash of Smith's ruined face cow the guards at this gate, who have already drawn weapons). They dash across the road and dive into a cab, and they motivate the cab driver sufficiently that they are able to escape their pursuers. Who shake their fists at the escaping cab in the universal gesture of swearing revenge.

The cat is still with them, they discover, and although somewhat miffed that it was unable to render Smith and Jones invisible to their enemies, it does manage to make itself useful by letting Smith see through its eyes.

Jeremy Piven

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