Tyson's goal was fairly straight forward. Find a human, unchanged or what have you, and get a gun on them. From there move them as quickly as possible to the town hall. Once in there get every member of the town council, the mayor, everyone with power, in the same place. Get as many eyes on you as possible.
And in one respect things had thus far gone exceptionally well. Tyson had found a human woman, who was not screaming and not panicking. Best of all he had been able to get his gun on her while no one was around to see him. Now though came the hard part.
"You're getting closer to the building." Marcie said into Tyson's ear piece. "You've got two blocks to go according to the maps." There was a pause and then soft laughter. "It's funny, I haven't seen this place since I was nine. Hell, I only ever saw a couple of streets from a moving car, then the inside of a hotel room."
"What do you want with me?" Dina asked. The shotgun pressed against her back was short enough for Tyson to hide it from passing weres. A few did give the two long glances, but never more than a glance.
In truth Tyson felt sorry for this woman. She reminded him a bit of Marcie. Dina was an older woman, rail thin and with short black hair, starting to gray. She was dressed fairly conservatively and wasn't trying to escape Tyson. Everything she had said thus far suggested she was just a victim of coincidence. But coincidence or not, she now had a part to play in Tyson's plan.
"Shut up." Tyson snapped. "Keep moving." Had Dina been able to look back, she'd have seen Tyson's hands on the butt of the gun. But not the trigger.
"I...do you think..." Marcie said, "Do you think they're...my family is buried here? Is that what they do with victims of the Mandatory Were Law?" Tyson could hear her starting to sniffle. "I bet they burned them. I know they did...I can fucking feel it in my bones...." Her voice broke up, but she kept trying to speak. "This...this is the cost...we have to pay. Never stop making them pay."
"My son is a-a-a-" Dina swallowed, "He's going to be-" She kept trying to make eye contact with someone. They passed by a store front with big windows, giving Tyson a chance to see her reflection.
"Head down." Tyson said, pushing the gun again into her spine. "Don't make eye contact and don't look so scared." Dina obeyed the first but the second was beyond her.
"My son is going to be a were, his husband is too," She stammered, "I'm not going to let you do anything that'll hurt them."
"Your son is gay?" Tyson asked. Dina nodded. "So is one of my brothers. We got that in common. Now that you know something about me, stop asking questions and move." The sun was really starting to beat down on the two now. Tyson's hands were sweating into the thick gloves and coat.
Finally the two approached a cross walk. In front of them was the town hall. Tyson grinned. 'Showtime!'