behind the machinery, and
surrounded us. The Trolls separated allowing a black-clad figure to
walk to
the front. In that moment, all of my theories were confirmed. "Captain,” I greeted him through clenched teeth. The Captain Patrick Peterson copy smiled at me with satisfaction. His icy blue eyes snapped to me like lasers. “Hello, Rose.” He held his P90 to his chest. “I see you brought your puppy again." "I don't go anywhere without him.” I smiled. Peterson aimed his weapon at Toby. “When are you going to learn?" Toby's lips pulled back into an evil sneer. "Knock it off,” the Rose copy warned Peterson. “He wants them alive." Peterson stood unwavering. I watched his finger slide inside the trigger guard. Toby growled menacingly. I knew Peterson might get a shot off before Toby could attack, but it would be the last thing he ever did. Of course, the five Trolls with automatic weapons would make it the last thing Toby ever did as well. The Rose copy reiterated, “I said knock it off!" Finally stepping back, Peterson let his hand off the trigger with a grunt. "Good to see you can still take orders, Captain,” I said snidely. The Rose copy jammed the barrel harder into my head. “Shut up.” She paused, waiting to see if there were any further outbursts. “Captain,” my doppelganger said finally, “the syringe." Peterson dug into the breast pocket of his uniform and produced a needle. He grinned as he tossed it to me.
I stared at the amber-colored liquid inside while holding it in my broken, bandaged hand. Motioning with her pistol, she pointed down at Toby. “Inject the Werewolf, or I kill the Goblin.” She slipped several fingers around Karl's throat.
"What is this?” I asked, although I already had a pretty good idea. "TS-1138. Let's call it insurance,” my copy replied. I understood. Known simply by its catalogue designation, TS-1138 had been developed by the Syndicate as a sedative, but had the side effect of inhibiting a Werewolf's transformation. Because of this, Seekers pioneered the use of it when hunting Werewolves. Its effects weren't permanent, but one dose could cause a Werewolf to revert to human form long enough to be captured and processed. I had used it on several missions and knew the effects well. It was indeed a powerful drug. I looked back to my copy. Her finger was firmly around the trigger. I knew it wouldn't kill me, but it would certainly give her, or Peterson, a chance to. Kneeling next to Toby, I gently placed my hand on his head. Scratching behind his ear, he looked at me with sad, yellow eyes. “Sorry, T,” I whispered. “No choice."
the front. In that moment, all of my theories were confirmed. "Captain,” I greeted him through clenched teeth. The Captain Patrick Peterson copy smiled at me with satisfaction. His icy blue eyes snapped to me like lasers. “Hello, Rose.” He held his P90 to his chest. “I see you brought your puppy again." "I don't go anywhere without him.” I smiled. Peterson aimed his weapon at Toby. “When are you going to learn?" Toby's lips pulled back into an evil sneer. "Knock it off,” the Rose copy warned Peterson. “He wants them alive." Peterson stood unwavering. I watched his finger slide inside the trigger guard. Toby growled menacingly. I knew Peterson might get a shot off before Toby could attack, but it would be the last thing he ever did. Of course, the five Trolls with automatic weapons would make it the last thing Toby ever did as well. The Rose copy reiterated, “I said knock it off!" Finally stepping back, Peterson let his hand off the trigger with a grunt. "Good to see you can still take orders, Captain,” I said snidely. The Rose copy jammed the barrel harder into my head. “Shut up.” She paused, waiting to see if there were any further outbursts. “Captain,” my doppelganger said finally, “the syringe." Peterson dug into the breast pocket of his uniform and produced a needle. He grinned as he tossed it to me.
I stared at the amber-colored liquid inside while holding it in my broken, bandaged hand. Motioning with her pistol, she pointed down at Toby. “Inject the Werewolf, or I kill the Goblin.” She slipped several fingers around Karl's throat.
"What is this?” I asked, although I already had a pretty good idea. "TS-1138. Let's call it insurance,” my copy replied. I understood. Known simply by its catalogue designation, TS-1138 had been developed by the Syndicate as a sedative, but had the side effect of inhibiting a Werewolf's transformation. Because of this, Seekers pioneered the use of it when hunting Werewolves. Its effects weren't permanent, but one dose could cause a Werewolf to revert to human form long enough to be captured and processed. I had used it on several missions and knew the effects well. It was indeed a powerful drug. I looked back to my copy. Her finger was firmly around the trigger. I knew it wouldn't kill me, but it would certainly give her, or Peterson, a chance to. Kneeling next to Toby, I gently placed my hand on his head. Scratching behind his ear, he looked at me with sad, yellow eyes. “Sorry, T,” I whispered. “No choice."