(an excerpt from Dex Dixon's Personal Diary)
Sept 13th 1938:
Took a walk to City Park West tonight trailing a lead on a couple Were's. The word is these dogs have been terrorizing Norms every night. Generally I look the other way long as no one gets hurt, but with Vamp activity on the rise, and the frequency of the reports, a mug can't be too careful. If nothing else it was an opportunity to get some answers.
After a quick sweep of the area I decided to cool my heals and wait em out. It wasn't long till a couple of hair-bags rolled into my sight. A couple of mangy Weres, wild and up to no good. I confronted em and one of the fools tried to bite me. I smacked him on the kisser with a rolled up post and sent him running with a crotch full of tail and some big sad eyes. The other one wasn't so lucky. I decided to take him for a walk on a very short leash.
The Were's name is Fritz, it turns out, and he and his litter have been digging into Our Fair City deeper and deeper each night for weeks now. He wasn't too interested in spilling his guts to me, but if ya know how to talk to a Were you'd be surprised how much information you can squeeze out. I know how to communicate, and I know how to squeeze. Fritz opened up like a ripe melon...gave me a few names to follow up on concerning some pesky Vamps I been trailing...turns out the Weres been working for em scouting territories out and reporting back. Seems like they are using them as a probe in preparation of a full scale invasion. A Vamp invasion of our side ain't something I'm interested in let happen.
I let the mangy Fritz go after I smacked him around some and gave him a message for his boss! City off limits, no vacancy! And he ran off into the night leaving me with a few answers, a lot more questions, and hands that smell like a wet dog.
