"Might just be throwing a hissy fi-" Noble began before letting out a wolf-like yelp as a clawed hand darted down grabbing her head. Another appeared beside it and began tugging her up, slamming her into ceiling several times before letting her drop to the floor. She was up in a flash, the furrows on her skin already healing.

"Oh, that is it!" she snarled, leaping up to pull herself through the hole before her body was wracked with pain as she forgot about Sarge's wolf. She dropped to the floor again, writhing as she brought herself back under control.

(Sons of bitches!) she mentally snarled as she lay there panting. There was a strange chuffing sound from the hole.

"Are they laughing?" asked Spoon as Cooper kneeled, hesitantly, next to Noble. She nodded as Cooper checked her over, surprised at how hot her skin was.

"You feel like you have a fever," he told her, noticing the pain in her face, helping her into a sitting position against the cabinet.

"Side effect. I'll be alright," she panted. "I can hold it 'till morning. My bigger concern is keeping you three safe that long. I'm severely hampered since I can't just kill the lot of them." She looked thoughtful for a moment. "There is one thing I could try to find Ryan," she said, wincing. Sarge looked interested.

"Like what?"

"Well, it depends on him. He has to work with me. But I'll need your help, too, Wells."

"Me? What for?" Sarge asked, puzzled and a bit nervous. Noble smiled.

"I don't know Ryan. I wouldn't recognize his voice. If you could, ah, 'listen' in and identify that I am speaking to Ryan, that'd be helpful."

"Wait, you just want to talk to them?" Cooper shook his head, standing. "I don't think they'll listen."

"Even if they did, I don't think Sarge would recognize Ryan's voice. Your's was certainly different when you were…not human," Spoon pointed out. He grabbed one of the chairs and straddled it. Noble shook her head.

"I won't be talking with them. I'll be speaking with them. Through Jotkin. Ah, telepathy," she added at the blank stares.

"Telepathy," Cooper repeated, disbelievingly.

"Sure," said Spoon, "how else would they talk when they're wolves?" Noble grinned and nodded.

"But I'm not telepathic," Sarge protested. Noble raised an eyebrow.

"You are now." He looked a little disturbed at that and she sighed. "I know-" she paused to groan, "this is happening fast for you, but I need you to adjust quickly."

"You'll have to excuse me if I'm having a bit of trouble with that," Sarge said curtly. It had finally hit him. What about Annie?

"Well, then, just adjust to this for now. You'll be able to hear what we're saying; all you have to do is tell me which one is Ryan. If he responds, that is. You up for it?"

"I'll just be listening?"

"Right." Sarge glanced at his boys. If it would help save them…

"What do I need to do?" he said, grabbing a chair near Sam. Noble smiled.

"Just listen. By the way, what's Ryan's rank?"

"Captain," Cooper said grimly, leaning against the china cabinet. "What's gonna happen if this works?" Noble blinked.

"Once I know where Ryan is, I can take out the other three. Sun comes up, he changes back, get the four of you to a safe location, and contact your government about why the left hand doesn't know what the right is doing," she ended on a growl.

"What does that mean?" asked Sarge.

"It means that there is a special ops group of shifters in most major governments that the government is aware of. They're the ones who contacted me about the rogues. Why Ryan was sent to capture a werewolf when they already have them…will have to be addressed. But let's cross that bridge when we come to it. Ready?" Sarge nodded.

(Captain Ryan? Can you hear me?) Sarge blinked.

"That's…different. So when you said son's of bitches before…"

"Jotkin," Noble nodded.

"I heard that too," said Spoon, unsettled. Noble snapped her head around to look at him, remembering the blood that had been all over the lower half of his face when she had pulled the wolves off of him.

"You didn't swallow any of that blood. Did you?" she asked, worried. He shrugged, a shadow of worry crossing his face.

"It's possible. Is that bad?" He saw the look on her face. "It is, isn't it?"

"If you can hear me, it's pretty likely you've been Blooded. Hopefully, tonight isn't your moon too," she finished dryly. "Though if you can hear me already…"

"But I haven't been scratched or swallowed anything," said Cooper softly and Noble turned to see the dismayed look on his face.

"It's also possibly you're both Zinns, humans who would make good shifters. We'll talk about it later. Right now…"

(Captain Ryan. If you can hear me, please respond by thinking your thoughts at me.) Noble paused, giving him a chance to respond, but also grimacing as Sarge's wolf hit her again.

"Ah!" yelled the three men grabbing their heads, while the wolves yelped.

"Sorry! Didn't mean to open the connection that much guys," she said both aloud and mentally.

"Is that what my…wolf…is doing to you?" Sarge asked shaken.

"Actually, that was a reflected shot," she said sheepishly. Sarge stared at her. If that was weakened, what happened when she feeling?

(Who is this?) growled a voice accompanied by underthoughts of suspicion, fading pain, and hunger.

"Is that Ryan?" Noble asked.