They'd been parked a little down the driveway and into a slight ditch to help keep them unseen. And less heard. "Alright, remember, we're going for stealth until we have been spotted. Which is mostly for my benefit. So use this," Nate handed her a silver blade, "til I start shooting. Then use yours which I trust you can aim with." He reached in the backseat and slipped out a pistol, similar design as his, but black handled. He checked he cartridge and handed it to her. That one had been his til his father died, then he started using his dad's. "By the way, they're silver, bullets too, kills werewolves." He put a hand on his door handle. "Ready?"

"Alright. You do know I can-" Tempe went quiet as he explained, taking the blade and tucking it into her waistband. "Mhm. Understood. And I am, I guess. Just- what do you expect me to do? Stab anything I see?" She asked warily, glancing at the gun in her hand. It's weight was comfortable, and her hand wrapped around it naturally.

He pursed his lips, staring at her for a moment. "I forgot you were an angel." He said lightly. "Do whatever you want then." He opened up his door, slipped out and shut it quietly. He dashed down the side of the driveway, crouched down. He made it in sight of the house. Without much hesitation, he dashed for it. Relatively fast at crouch running. He knelt down in the mulch beside their house.

"That's extremely unhelpful, Nate." She huffed, rolling her eyes. A few seconds later she was just... gone. Invisible. She walked silently after Nate, curious but wary all at once. She kept the gun in her hand, eventually reaching him and kneeling beside him in the mulch. She looked inquisitive over his shoulder, closer than the regular person's personal space would allow. She was used to being close and unseen, so she didn't find it strange.

He looked over his shoulder slightly and stood up, checking what room this was. It was- ding ding ding, the kitchen. He tucked the knife in a sheath on the leg, trying the window. He pulled the knife out and carefully unlocked it by wedging the knife between the two panes and wiggling til it opened. He pushed it up and put the knife away. Hoisting himself up and in. Carefully he crouched on the counter, he was surprisingly smooth. He shut the window behind him and locked it. Risk number one, taken. He slipped off the marble and onto the tile floor. Heading to room two, the dining-living room. He looked around it looked mildly junky but it wasn't disgusting. Just unkempt.

Tempe tilted her head at him, impressed at his method of breaking into a house. She ducked in after him, her wings now in existence, just invisible. She watched him shut the window intently and then walked after him, her wings tentatively spread. Right now, everything was normal. But having bulletproof wings at the ready was never a bad thing.

((Should he get pinned/cornered by a werewolf and she does angel shit? Or instead of angel shit, she shoots the werewolf?))

Once it gets chaotic or as soon as it starts getting chaotic, he's getting one and ones jumps on his back, she shoots it but its too fast paced for her to fix him if I decide he gets hurt til the end?))

he slipped down a hallway. As far as he knew there were seven in the pack. He opened a door, quietly slipping in and shutting the door right behind him. With some fast knife-work, there were 6 in the pack. He slipped in the next door, five, four.. but that was stopped when someone woke up. A certain someone got thrown into some cabinets and some silver bullet got to see the moonlight filtering through the door. Here came the rest.

(or at the end there's an eighth and it comes for his ass, claws out and she shoots it))

Uhhh I think that makes sense ye))

Tempe followed him lightly, watching him go room to room in silence. She was almost mesmerized by the way he moved. She gripped her gun tightly, tensing as Nate got slammed into some cabinets. That's when her brain went on autopilot. The soldier came out and the gun was easy to hold, the aim easy to take, the trigger easy to pull. She shot one. Then another. Down to... two?

((Either is good, I'll follow your lead))

I'm goin with dos cuz hehehehe))

Nate crouched down from a moment. "Well that is more like what I was hoping." He said into the empty room, he stood up, his gun now in his hand. He winced slightly as he slipped out of his room, he could hear panicked footsteps, following the sound, could've sworn there were three but by the numbers there should be seven. Two left. So he trusted the numbers, not his gut. He ran toward the living room, getting pushed into a wall, bang. And the second one followed. They all were dead fast, he never aimed to make them suffer. He touched his head, a little bit of blood but he didn't seem to care. He glanced around the room, seeing nothing so he figured that was it. He huffed. "Well wasn't that eventful." He said in a random direction, he didn't know where she was.

Heehehee okay))

"I tried." Tempe said lightly, again invading his personal space by accident. She followed him out lightly, about to shoot the one that pinned him when she was beaten to it. Something tingled in the back of her mind, a warning of some sort as he spoke. "That's one word for it." She said lightly, materializing as she stepped up to his chest, pressing her fingers to the source of the blood on his head. Her wings fluttered in an anxious sort of way, too fast to be calm.