Ben decides to head back to the club to get some answers.
Exiting his friends apartment he hunched his head over and shoved his hands in his pockets. He tried his best to look inconspicuous without looking like a man trying to hide from the world. If anybody recognized him, it would be all over unless he could come up with some clever lies.
He was in luck, the streets were deserted this early in the morning. All had to do now was find his way back to the club. About an hour of walking and he was there.
The front doors were closed. It had been so crowded the night before he didnt think about it. Of course it was closed now. It wouldnt open until that night, and men might be out looking for him.
The best place to hide sometimes, is right where your enemy wont think to look. Ben decided to walk around the building and look for a back entrance. They had seen him leave the night before, they probably wouldnt be expecting him to be inside.
He was in luck. The side door was unguarded. He walked to it trying to keep in the shadows of the alleyway between the club and the sporting good emporium located next door. The door was locked, but it wiggled quite a bit in its frame. Ben looked at his arms, more muscular than before, his whole body was larger. Did he have the strength to get inside with brute force? One way to find out.
He pressed his hand down on the bar that controlled the door's bolt as hard as he could. Metal groaned and creaked under his weight, he pressed forward, encouraged by the sound of something tearing inside the door itself. With a POP the door pushed inward and Ben nearly fell in to the darkened hallway.
Hurriedly entering the club his large furry ears picked up voices coming down the hall. "I heard something. Im going to check out the perimeter." and a click. It was a security guard.
Panic gripped Ben. He didnt plan on this. He was never much of a forward thinker but after last night his thoughts were troubled already, he kept wanting to bray out loud too. He needed to escape this guy and find himself a cure.
A ladder to his left extended in to the scaffolding. A perfect place to hide until that night. He could watch and see what agent they used to transform people, and then maybe that would lead him to a cure.
Climbing the ladder quickly he froze at the top as the guard inspected the door. "Its closed, and locked, but the door frame is really loose. I'll have maintenance fix it before the next event tonight. Im heading back up to the front." click.
The guard didnt notice. Excellent. Ben sat among the girders and plotted his next move.