Fight.

Sean. Any other shifters out there. It's today. The old man's prodigy will kill you. He's coming for us all. You, me, Jack's already dead. Can't run. Nowhere to run to. We fight. Meet up in line 2437. We organize and set up from there. Bring anything and everything. Tell anyone that you ever loved goodbye, and tell any other shifters you see. I'm posting across the lines. See you when I finish. You have thirty linear minutes before He can get to us.

Good luck