He’s fast, driven by pure adrenaline. The same scene of him running for his life replays in his mind as he dashes full speed into the woods. Using a standard issue scouter he received from the lab, he followed the teens trail, hurdling shrubs and logs like the werewolves would. He hears screaming as he puts all his light into going as fast as he can. He’s 100 yards out, but he can clearly see the scene, he’s too late. The teens are being raped by the werewolf futas, their clothes shredded, various holes being filled with a musky canine knot, and all of them are lost. He sheds a tear, knowing what he must do.
Readying his specialized tranquilizer rifle, with sniper precision, he takes aim at one of the wolves, and another, and another. All of them fall as he is far enough away to not be seen by any of them (that and he shot Lupe first and hid in the shrubs after). After the monsters were sedated, he readied some syringes full of a mysterious liquid that he was told would halt a transformation for a limited time should someone be infected. He gave all the teens the syringes he had prepared as he collared and cuffed everyone, radioing to the lab that he had a situation he needed backup for. They gave him an ETA of 18 hours, so would have to wait a while with syringes and tranquilizers ready for anything that could happen until help arrived.