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pressing them into the flesh hard.
    He
gritted his teeth at the pain of the double exposure to the senses. His mind
became full of the aggregate memories of each officer. Usually, one ‘brainstorm’
was jarring enough, without losing control of the senses, but the inconsistency
of brain activity of two men in unison strained the limits of his cognitive
abilities. “Holy shit!” He ground his teeth from the pain, hugged his waist,
and doubled over. Wave after wave of each man’s memories crashed through his
mind, overpowering him like a twenty-foot tidal wave.
    His
head felt the pressure as though jumping from a skyscraper. Still, he forged on
with his mind spiraling out of control, sifting through the memories of the
unconscious men as though they were his own. Then one of the men stirred,
groaning, as though he too felt the probing of his mind like a physical touch.
But Kelly knew better; only he was aware of the feelings during this
connection.
    Sensing
an ideal opportunity, Kelly, straining against the tension that had built up in
him, yanked the needle out of the man who hadn’t moved. He then bent over the
man that was fighting his unresponsive state. Bracing his hands on either side
of the man’s head, he concentrated.
    His
breathing erratic, Kelly finally staggered to his feet. “Oh man.” His eyes flew
open. “I think I hit something.” He paused, massaging his eyes. “And a name.
Someone they report to.”
    “Do
you have her location? Did you find my wife?” Viktor grabbed his shoulder
forcefully.
    “I
think so, in a room on the next level.” Kelly felt calmer now that he’d stopped
processing the men’s thoughts. He drew in deep breaths, steadying himself on
his feet. “Two doors past… the left of the stairs.” He paused as he caught his
breath. “Opposite a window.”
    “Good,”
Viktor said as he whirled around, heading for the darkened hallway. “Alright,”
Viktor gave the three young werewolves a seething look, “It’s time now. Let
loose.”
    The
three young women smiled at him. They had been trembling with the need to rebel
against the ordered operation and hunt for the men who had killed their friend
in the earlier ambush. From this moment forth there would be no holding back.
    Viktor
led his rescue team through the corridor, which turned left four times before
it met a staircase. At the top of the stairs they met a barrage of bullets. Viktor
led his team down the stairs into the direct line of fire. The men kept firing
at him, backing up as they did so, shocked as they realized the fierce man had
walked by them unaffected by their gunfire. They noticed too late the snarling,
hairy beasts in front of them.
     The
petite femmes had transformed into werewolves, standing on their hind legs. The
men’s faces contorted in fear as they shrieked before they felt the ripping of
their tender flesh by large black claws, and their heads being seized between
the jagged teeth of supernatural creatures.
    Viktor
brushed past each man with a machine gun, quickly drawing their fire and
leaving them unaware of the approaching doom from the blind spot over their
shoulder. He finally reached the door, where a sentry stood blasting at
Viktor’s head with rapid fire rounds from an AK-47.
    Viktor
clutched the man’s head on either side. The man’s head became hot as it grew
colder and colder. He released the rifle, letting it collapse to the floor.
Thin streams of blood escaped his eye sockets and his nose. Almost immediately,
the man’s whole face turned blue, then a light purple, then black, in rapid
succession until the whole face resembled that of a black, charred, charcoal
mask. His whole head became light ash and crumbled in on itself. The man’s body
collapsed and blood from the hole in his neck pooled in the flimsy ash that was
once his skull. Viktor then turned purposefully towards the closed door and
kicked it open.
    A lone
gurney lay before him in the center of the room. On it laid his