"No," he replies quickly. God, why did he ever agree to this anyway? There must have been some reason, but now he can't even think of it.

Jennifer's voice sounds weird, muffled and echoing at the same time under the mask. He gives her an appraising look before he pulls his on. It's sort of uncomfortable, the werewolf mask looks like the sort of thing they'd find in a costume store, but he put it on.

"Yeah, yeah." He picks up his assault rifle from under the dashboard, checks it, and settles one hand on the door handle. There's only a few hundred feet between here and the back door of the shop. "Whatever. Let's go."