"Harvelle." I waited for him to still put his gun down and he didn't. That was really ticking me off. Also, I didn't have any sort of record so it's not like my name would really mean anything to him.
"Woah, you actually called the puppy by name? There's a first. Yes, I have silver bullets in my gun. And a silver hunting knife strapped to my ankle if you must know Agent."
Leaned my back against a tree. He was really wasting time. "How many weres have you killed so far in your life Agent? Why do you think he's gotten away the past three times? Because you people have been in my way getting to him. Think the question really is, are you gonna get in my way again and let this bastard kill another?"