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little confused, and quickly shrugged off her labcoat.
"We are supposed to stay in here," Dr. King said, standing. "Protocol is to remain in place and let security handle the situation."
Laura was struggling to fit into the small coat. She was nearly a head taller than Guerrera and the coat just wasn't big enough. "I am not sitting here on my ass and leaving the humans to fend for themselves-"
She glanced quickly at Dr. Guerrera. "No offense."
"-not when I can help again," she finished, looking at Dr. King.
"The door is locked, you'll never get past it," Dr. King said.
Laura ran to the door, the small labcoat flapping behind her like a cape. She grabbed at the door and strained. Her eyes turned black and her muscles started to swell again, her skin taking on a purplish hue. Metal shrieked and finally gave way and the big door swung inwards.
"Wait!" Dr. King said.
Laura turned, halfway out the door.
"Take my jacket," Dr. King said, pitching his labcoat over.
***
Isaac Jacobson had been itching for a fight since his petrification. He'd sort of gotten one in Oklahoma a few months back, fighting a coven of witches, their zombified servants, a couple of resurrected dinosaurs and some bizarre, blue-skinned aliens from the past. Or something. He still wasn't sure what they had been.
Then there were the zombies in St. Louis. One hundred baby boomers, turned into cannibal monsters by some kind of demonic creature.
Neither fight had been particularly satisfying. In each, Jacobson had barely got to cut loose. In fact, he wondered if in his former flesh and blood life as a Navy SEAL he couldn't have handled them with the right equipment.
No, Isaac wanted a real challenge. Something to test his indestructible stone body and superhuman strength. And now he was getting it.
The beast he was facing was huge. Far larger than Jimmy Kane, the Detachment's own werewolf who helped out with the training missions Isaac and his fellow stone soldiers endured on an almost daily basis. Its head nearly touched the ceiling of the apartment they were in the process of destroying. Isaac guessed it weighed over eight hundred pounds.
And it was strong.
The beast had thrown Isaac—who weighed nearly four hundred pounds himself—around like a ragdoll. If he weren't made of living stone, he'd surely be dead by now. As it was, he might end up that way yet if some reinforcements didn't get here. He was stone, but not completely indestructible.
Isaac charged back in at the white-and-tan werewolf, striking out with his stone fists. He knew those fists were lethal. He'd enjoyed smashing steel plates and cracking bowling balls those first few weeks of training. But brute strength alone wasn't going to be enough.
Each of his blows could easily break bones, but Isaac had paid close attention in training. Kane could heal wounds in minutes, the curse that enabled him to turn into a beast mending flesh and bone from nearly any injury in seconds. The larger werewolf Isaac faced now was no different. It kept taking punch after punch from him without slowing. That meant he needed to fight smart.
Isaac ducked under a swipe from the long claws of the beast as it counter-attacked. He moved in and drove a foot into the side of the creature's knee. It was weird to use hand-to-hand techniques he'd learned in the SEALs with his stone body, but he was glad the Colonel had insisted the men practice it.
The huge werewolf bellowed in rage and dropped to one knee. Isaac drove his elbow into its snout then slipped around behind it, looping an arm around its neck and putting it in a sleeper hold. The Colonel had drilled into the men that even supernatural creatures often had physiologies similar to wild animals. Maybe he could cut off its air supply.
The werewolf instantly realized what Isaac was up to. It clawed back at him, raking its lethal talons over his face and eyes. Isaac was glad everything was made of stone, or he'd be blind now. As it was, he might
"We are supposed to stay in here," Dr. King said, standing. "Protocol is to remain in place and let security handle the situation."
Laura was struggling to fit into the small coat. She was nearly a head taller than Guerrera and the coat just wasn't big enough. "I am not sitting here on my ass and leaving the humans to fend for themselves-"
She glanced quickly at Dr. Guerrera. "No offense."
"-not when I can help again," she finished, looking at Dr. King.
"The door is locked, you'll never get past it," Dr. King said.
Laura ran to the door, the small labcoat flapping behind her like a cape. She grabbed at the door and strained. Her eyes turned black and her muscles started to swell again, her skin taking on a purplish hue. Metal shrieked and finally gave way and the big door swung inwards.
"Wait!" Dr. King said.
Laura turned, halfway out the door.
"Take my jacket," Dr. King said, pitching his labcoat over.
***
Isaac Jacobson had been itching for a fight since his petrification. He'd sort of gotten one in Oklahoma a few months back, fighting a coven of witches, their zombified servants, a couple of resurrected dinosaurs and some bizarre, blue-skinned aliens from the past. Or something. He still wasn't sure what they had been.
Then there were the zombies in St. Louis. One hundred baby boomers, turned into cannibal monsters by some kind of demonic creature.
Neither fight had been particularly satisfying. In each, Jacobson had barely got to cut loose. In fact, he wondered if in his former flesh and blood life as a Navy SEAL he couldn't have handled them with the right equipment.
No, Isaac wanted a real challenge. Something to test his indestructible stone body and superhuman strength. And now he was getting it.
The beast he was facing was huge. Far larger than Jimmy Kane, the Detachment's own werewolf who helped out with the training missions Isaac and his fellow stone soldiers endured on an almost daily basis. Its head nearly touched the ceiling of the apartment they were in the process of destroying. Isaac guessed it weighed over eight hundred pounds.
And it was strong.
The beast had thrown Isaac—who weighed nearly four hundred pounds himself—around like a ragdoll. If he weren't made of living stone, he'd surely be dead by now. As it was, he might end up that way yet if some reinforcements didn't get here. He was stone, but not completely indestructible.
Isaac charged back in at the white-and-tan werewolf, striking out with his stone fists. He knew those fists were lethal. He'd enjoyed smashing steel plates and cracking bowling balls those first few weeks of training. But brute strength alone wasn't going to be enough.
Each of his blows could easily break bones, but Isaac had paid close attention in training. Kane could heal wounds in minutes, the curse that enabled him to turn into a beast mending flesh and bone from nearly any injury in seconds. The larger werewolf Isaac faced now was no different. It kept taking punch after punch from him without slowing. That meant he needed to fight smart.
Isaac ducked under a swipe from the long claws of the beast as it counter-attacked. He moved in and drove a foot into the side of the creature's knee. It was weird to use hand-to-hand techniques he'd learned in the SEALs with his stone body, but he was glad the Colonel had insisted the men practice it.
The huge werewolf bellowed in rage and dropped to one knee. Isaac drove his elbow into its snout then slipped around behind it, looping an arm around its neck and putting it in a sleeper hold. The Colonel had drilled into the men that even supernatural creatures often had physiologies similar to wild animals. Maybe he could cut off its air supply.
The werewolf instantly realized what Isaac was up to. It clawed back at him, raking its lethal talons over his face and eyes. Isaac was glad everything was made of stone, or he'd be blind now. As it was, he might
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