You redirect the gun away from her. "Do you want to get out of here?"
Anna nods.
"And we're alright?" you ask.
She nods again. "Lover's spat. We can talk about it later."
The voice from outside shouted again, "Status! Report!"
You drop your voice to try to better match the tone of the one who shouted at you. "A were broke loose. Getting it detained. Hold position!" For a few seconds you pause and wait. Quickly Anna jumps down on one of the living guards who was starting to stir, covering his mouth and punching him in the throat. "Holding!" you hear from outside.
"What about her?" you ask Anna quietly, nodding over to Danielle.
"If we go, they might save her." She smiled. "They can give her my cell." Making sure the man under her was out, she grabbed his key and ran over to the other door. With a click, she opened it and entered. You follow. "Oh," she says disappointed. "You."
Inside you see a similar set-up to Anna's. Sitting in a chair on what looks like a front porch to the house, was a healthy dark skinned man who appeared to be in his late forties. He had a graying beard and was wearing spectacles, reading a book. "I take it you two were the ones making the fuss outside?" he said in a soft Scottish accent. Unlike Anna's viewing area, you see another door on the far end of the room marked as an emergency exit with a sign that says "alarms will sound if opened".
"We're making a break for it, pops," Anna tells him. "You're probably not interested."
"Why not?" you asked, wondering about her hostility towards him.
"Because she thinks I don't like her and don't wish to be around her," he answered taking his glasses off. "Which isn't completely untrue. We got off to a bad start when the humans tried to have us breed. Alas, I was not interested." He placed his book to the side. It was Salinger's "Catcher in the Rye".
Glancing at Anna's form, he couldn't imagine any man not being interested. Then his mind went to the easiest explanation. "Gay?"
"No," Randy sighed. "Before I was cursed I was a natural-born 100% percent run of the mill wolf. I prefer my women four-legged and with a bit more fur than when she is under moonlight, and as much as I love human civilization even turning the lights up all of the way couldn't make me forget that." He sighed. "Unfortunately the zoo wants to breed two English Weres together, and somebody in management doesn't like me anymore. So no she's have been brought in."
"You know," you couldn't help but mention, "for English Werewolves, neither of you sound English."
"It's the strain and breed's name," said Randy. "Not the person. Oddly enough, I'm not even Scottish. I'm actually from Colorado, but the man who taught me to speak was-."
"Hhhhelp," you hear from the other room. Danielle somehow got enough strength to call out. "Help... mme."
Anna grabs your arm. "Time to leave." She begins pulling you towards the exit.
"Open the door," Randy says, gesturing over to the wall's control panel. "I can help you if you wish. Plus I would enjoy to visit the wild from time to time. It has been so long."