Am I crazy?

I am writing this down, mostly for myself as I really don't have anyone to talk to. Maybe I am just too used to being with my comrades? Alright, admittedly I have had less than an average life, but since my arrival in White Crest things have become even stranger.
 
Let me start from the beginning. I am hooked up with a gang of girls who work a little private investigations business out of Salty's. As I am currently dependent on him for everything. So I am riding along, sort of as a chaperone/bodyguard or something, and it was a good thing too. First I had to run off a pair of fed goons who wanted to search the I.C.T. No warrant, no probable cause, wouldn't even show me their creds. Told them to bugger off, and moved the truck to an alley. We should probably change the plates, but considering how it looks? Probably wouldn't help much if they BOLOed it.
 
We were out there investigating some murders with the hot Chinese Policewoman when they showed up. Kinda odd the Feds interfering with a murder case, unless the victim was somehow of interest to them. Hot Cop said they wouldn't share why and they were on seen minutes after we were, so its smell's fishier than Salty's to me. The ladies snagged a laptop from the victim and we took it back to Salty's to crack it. Amateur moment, as they didn't check it for trackers. We found one and had to run it on a counter-surveillance route before we destroyed it. More on that later.
 
So, that's not even the weird part. The weird part was when we got back. We had visitors, Salty had just let them into Martino's lab. Side note: We really need to have a talk with the old guy about boundaries. The guests made it pretty clear they were hillbilly... werewolves. Yeah, freaking werewolves and as soon as we shooed them off? They got into a firefight with a bunch of vampires.
 
Yeah, so I spent Monday night. Breaking up a gang war between vampires and werewolves, not bad for an old cowboy.