Natasha
The conversation between thee three individuals as awkward at had all felt had ended rather abruptly once the alarm sounded. Even more so when Wolfe had began to transform. It would have seemed strange to most normal people, but Those affiliated with Trident were far from normal. Trident’s archives alone held almost an unmeasurable amount of data that spanned the globe on the stranger things of earth and it would seem, Wolfe’s current condition fell right within those parameters. so, once he had began to transform Natasha responded quickly by moving towards Tristian, and dragging him out of Wolfe’s immediate reach so he wouldn’t be torn open by a wild sweep of the wolf’s claws. She watched as Wolfe barreled out of the room and she was thankful that his more basic instincts of killing and eating hadn’t taken hold yet. She turned to Tristian.
“There’s still hope for him. We’re not dead yet and believe me, if he wanted to kill us, we would have been dead by now… Well probably you anyway, I might have been OK... I’m going after him! Maybe we can still get through to him and lets just hope that the breech isn’t critical yet. The moon operative followed Wolfe as he dashed down the corridors pausing only briefly to check on Tristian’s secretary who she found was only unconscious. She would be sore as hell for a few days, but she’d survive.
She watched with some surprise from the other end of the corridor as tiny Dzel’s energy shield landed Wolfe flat on his back. From a full out sprint to a dead and unceremonious halt without so much as a budge from the green eyed woman on the other side of the shield. ‘Damn’ the red head thought to herself as she looked around for something to throw at Wolfe to hopefully get him to focus on her alone. The last thing the needed was a mass of dead or bleeding people in close proximity to the raging werewolf.
After looking around briefly for objects to throw it became clear, there were none so Natasha bent over and removed her shoes, they were bothersome anyway and just heavy enough for the wolf to feel through its thick skull.
She yelled “Hey!” as she lobbed a shoe as hard as she could and watched as it bounced off of Wolfe’s head then threw the other one right at his face to ensure she had his attention.
“Marine” she continued with all the authority she could back into the words “Marine, you’re endangering the lives of these civilians, that goes against your training soldier” she continued as she slowly approached the beast, still unsure if her words were reaching him. The red head stared him dead in the eyes as she spoke. There was no fear in her eyes, just an air of authority “Wolfe, I know you’re still there. You don’t want to hurt these people, you’ve got to calm down.”
Dimitri
As enjoying as this experience was for the monk, seeing the effects of one of his brews, the recent alarms had out quite the damper on the situation. He moved to the control panel by the door but there had been no reply and to make matters worse, there were strange sounding howls echoing through the corridors and an overall daunting feeling emanating through out the vessel. He looked at the two other men and moved to Charles side to help steady him. “There’s no answer, I think we should get the hell out of here though, where are you guys supposed to report if communications go down on the sub, or if there’s a reason to evacuate. I think we should head there” He reached inot his robes with a free hand and withdrew another pouch of sticky herbs and grasses. He plucked and small amount from the pouch and rolled it into a ball before popping it into Charles mouth “Chew this, it’ll sober you up a bit. He handed another lump of a smaller size to Twain.
“You too Twain. Chew it, but don’t swallow the ball. It’ll likely get stuck in your throats” he finished with chuckle. It wasn’t the worse tasting stuff out there, but it wasn’t the most pleasant either. There were mixed flavors in it, with an undertone of chalkiness and maple syrup sweetness but it would begin to sober the two men up enough for the moment so they could get where they needed to be.
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