"Validation complete," she said into her recorder. "Subject Lizard eliminated. Subject Wolfen remains viable. Recommendation: proceed to mass production of the synaptic inhibitor. Humanity's leash on the Zoanthrope threat is now secure."
He whispered a promise to the ash of his only friend.
Yugo snarled, a deep, resonant sound that vibrated through the observation glass. "You don't have to do this, Gil. This isn't you." bloody roar 4
Gil smiled, a sad, crooked thing. "That's where you're wrong, old friend. This is exactly what I was made for."
She stood in the sterile white observation deck overlooking a circular pit of reinforced concrete and titanium alloy. Below, two figures circled each other. One was a gaunt man with silver-streaked hair and a laboratory coat—disgraced former lead researcher, Dr. Gilbert “Gil” Orville. The other was a massive, shaggy brute of a man with knuckles that dragged the floor and eyes that held the amber fire of a wolf. His name was Yugo, the Wolfen. "Validation complete," she said into her recorder
Yuri’s eyes widened. "Override synaptic inhibitor. Now."
Then he looked up at the observation window. This time, there was no glass between them. Yuri stood in plain sight, tablet clutched to her chest, her expression one of cold, clinical satisfaction. Recommendation: proceed to mass production of the synaptic
They charged.