The motel is a standard two level structure with only a staircase with a adjacent building serving as the
motel’s office, it’s called Sweet dreams inn and it’s about ½ a mile close to a freeway, no doubt served as
for travelers who only wants to stay overnight. A perfect place to spread the infection to other parts of the
country and home base for the warwolves. Lupina and her team walked into the office where an elderly old man
is sitting at the desk and on the phone, he cups the phone’s receiver as he sees them “Morning folks, I’ll be
with you as soon as I’m off the phone.”
Lupina waited patiently with the rest of her team just as the old man got off the phone, they snuck up on him,
spraying him in the face as he turned around. The old man said “Well folks, how can I…” he then gasped and
shuddered, shaking from head to toe, collapsing onto the desk.
To an outside observer, this would have seemed as though it was killing him, but the warwolves knew better.
This was a standard reaction that even the healthiest of recruits fell victim to.
The team stood watch, waiting to catch anyone who might walk in on them, but noone came. Soon enough, the old
man sat up with a new strength in his body, and a glimmer in his eyes. "How can I help the pack?" he asked
Lupina, easily identifying her as the alpha.
"Are there others here?" Lupina asked.
“Well, the maid will be here any minute and there’s a family staying in room 5 and will be checking out soon.”
One of the men reaches into his duffel bag and pulls out a small tree-shaped item and a CD within a jewel
box, “Give the family these, as complimentary. The tree is scented with the infection and the CD has verbal
instructions, don’t tell them those, be imaginative.” He pulls out a box “Inside this box, is scented candles,
enough for all the rooms here.”
The old man said “Same infection?”
Lupina nods and she adds “Also, we would like a room to stay.”
The man gives Lupina a room key, “Here, on the house anything for the pack.”