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As if in answer to Ambrose's wish, Brianna knocked on The Boss's door. "Sir? Mona called for me to be here."

The Boss stood up and clapped his hands together happily, recognising the voice. "Brianna, please come in here at once. The door is open." He glanced over at Ambrose. "Brianna is one of the top scientists of this project. You might find her a little harsh, but her intelligence more than makes up for any misdemeanour. Do as we both say, and I promise you won't end up like..." He taps the book with a finger. While he couldn't guarantee the outright safety of the boy, he at least wanted to be around for a little longer. This was not a subject he wanted so willingly thrown away.


Ambrose gulps, getting a bad feeling about escaping. He looks around for a clock, wondering if Mona and Liwei had had enough time to get Misha and get out. Not seeing one, he shifts and meanders around the room, trying to see if there was any easy way out. The only thing he could see was the door, and a small barred window, neither of which seemed like great ways of escape. He sighs. "Promises don't mean much these days, old man. Your capturers promised one thing, and now you're just promising another."
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Dione took a step closer to Sacha, trying to keep close to her as they advanced on the group. "What are they doing, though?" she asked softly. She eyed the unfamiliar figures with narrowed eyes, but she wasn't ready to jump towards violent reactions if it wasn't necessary. There was already enough bloodshed in the forest.


"Not sure." Sacha raises her voice. "Destin, Aya." She says firmly, and loudly, before giving the Broms a short glare. "I'm curious why the four of you are meeting on our side of the river." She crosses her arms. "And where are Ambrose and Misha?" She demands, getting straight to the point.
The Boss sighed. "Boy, I have talked to more shifters than I doubt you'll ever meet in your life. I have heard enough stories from their lips to fill all the books in the world. I will never tire of their majesty." He tightened one hand into a fist. "But all of that did no good. There was no shifter who could tell me the words I needed to know." He turned to a page of gruesome images, bodies of humans and animals alike cut open for dissection. "Only their bodies could speak to me."


Ambrose pales and steps back a bit, still in bat form. "Oh okay, well now that's just creepy." He flies back over to the bed, unable to look at the book anymore, his stomach churning with disgust and fear. He shivers and hopes Misha was safe. He gulps, wishing the scientists would come soon so he could run.
Misha moaned in her state of partial consciousness. She clawed at the bed as she felt the restraints being unstrapped, but she felt too weak to lift her body. Her thoughts felt fuzzy and dull. She hoped someone would help her, but it didn't seem likely. She weakly cursed the state she was in before lapsing back into unconsciousness.


Mona sighs and gently pulls the tiny Misha off the bed. She holds her in her arms before hurrying out of the room. "It's okay, she's not going to hurt you anymore." She whispers, heading to the vans.
Mona frees Misha fromthe binds and begins shaking her gently. "Wake up!" She hisses.
The Boss presses the blood down with tape and slips into under the observation lens of the microscope. "Fascinating, that is. I wonder what these Broms would say about your group?" He reaches to a cupboard above the two of them and removes a display file filled with records of past subjects. He puts it down next to Ambrose's body. "There's a tendency for shifters to gather in groups, you know. It's seen across the world. I wonder if that really is DNA?" He gives a rare and true smile. "I suppose even my Family is somewhat like one such group."


Ambrose nods. "Yeah, exactly." He looks at the records curously for a moment. "Maybe if you cared enough to talk to other shifters like they were people, you'd know that Misha is a Brom."
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Brianna folded her arms. "For goodness sake, that subject is a write-off. If The Boss wants to use him for his own experiments so be it, but it shouldn't have anything to do with me. Doesn't he want the results before he keels over?" The elevator slid open with a 'ding' and Brianna stepped inside. "Are you coming or were you sticking around for a pleasant conversation with me?" Her tone was cold and sarcastic, but mostly she was bothered at the interruption to her work.


Mona shakes her head. "Forget it, I'll get the next one.' She steps back and waits for the elevator to close before running back to the room with Misha. She begins unstrapping the gril.
"The enemy...?" The Boss stared at Ambrose and nodded slowly. He takes the syringe of blood and puts a dot of it onto a glass slide as he talks. "Now, what makes them the enemy? I've come across territorial disputes before between shifters... Along with differing ideological pursuits or grudges from centuries back. I'd say that they're more prone to fighting than humans, but humans are violent all the same. I think shifters are just more upfront about it."


"Probably our DNA I guess." Ambrose shrugs, he watches curiously. "They're just different, more evil. And I know my group is kinder, and it's just....I dunno we've always fought you know?"
The Boss answered Ambrose's question first to appear kinder. "You'd think so, hm? But no, he was an intelligent man. Simply preferred the wilderness to civilisation. That is what many say." He was intrigued by the term Ambrose had used. "Brom, did you say? What exactly is that?"


"Gotcha, that makes sense. Civilization can be overwhelming." Ambrose blinks, wondering how much to tell. "They're the enemy." He says simply.
Dione laughs, lulled into believing everything is alright. She starts making a joke, but her eyes move to the group through the trees and she stops. She holds up a hand to stop Sacha. "I don't recognize some of those people, Sacha. And Amby isn't there." She narrowed her eyes and scowled, though it looked like a pout on her soft face.


"Amby?" Sacha raises an eyebrow. "No, those are Broms...Aya doesn't seem hurt so they might be alright." She keeps walking.
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