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They wanted ‘before’ results so they could compare them to the ‘after’ ones. But after never came. Not at the institution where I was held prisoner at any rate.”
    “So you lucked out. Why weren’t you released when FUC raided and saved you all?”
    “I was injured during the attack. Nothing huge. A stray bullet caught me in the temple. She brushed back her hair and showed him a scarred, white furrow. “It caused temporary amnesia so they kept me in a secure location to treat me with the other rescued prisoners. I remembered who I was just before the fateful night when Mastermind injected us all with a chemical cocktail.”
    “Bummer.”
    “Big bummer. A lot of the patients went crazy that night from the drug. They killed the nurses and guards. Went on a wild rampage. During the chaos, I escaped.”
    “Did you go wild too?”
    “A little, but not murderously so. I just knew I had to get out of there. To escape. My animal took over, and I blacked out for a while.”
    “What about when you came to your senses? Why didn’t you return?”
    She slumped on her elbows. “I thought about it, but then it occurred to me, why should I? It was because of FUC I’d ended up worse off than before. If they’d caught on to Mastermind even just a day before, I wouldn’t have gotten injected and...”
    “And what?”
    “I’d rather not talk about it.”
    Their waitress returned, notepad in hand. They placed their order but remained silent because their server returned immediately with their drinks, coffee for him, a giant vanilla milkshake for her.
    He went at her from a different angle. “You aren’t the only fugitive in the woods. I came across something else, some kind of lizard.”
    “You mean Joey?”
    “I don’t know who or what the hell he is other than nasty, about eight feet tall and very freaking hungry.”
    “Sounds like Joey. He started out as a gecko and used to be an all right sort of fellow, I guess. He lived in a jail cell a few up from me. As far as I recall, he was pretty quiet, a docile type of guy who wouldn’t even eat a fly. At least the old Joey wouldn’t. But that’s what the injection did to him. The drug, on top of everything else Joey suffered at Mastermind’s hand, turned him into a science project gone horribly wrong.”
    “So you’ve seen him?”
    “Glimpses. Mostly I avoided him. Joey knew I was in the woods but left me alone. I take it you didn’t enjoy the same luck?”
    “Nope. It’s how I ended up on the shore of that river where you found me.”
    “And should have left you,” she grumbled under her breath before sucking on the straw of her milkshake. Pursed lips, cheeks hollowed, she brought to mind something he really shouldn’t be thinking of in a public restaurant. Thank the full moon the table hid his inevitable boner.
    “If the cocktail mutated this harmless Joey fellow into a monster, what did it do to you? You said it changed you, and yet you seem perfectly normal.”
    “I am. More or less. It’s my deer side that’s changed.”
    “Enough that FUC thinks you’re a threat to society.”
    “I’m not a danger.”
    “So you claim.”
    “So I know.”
    “Then why won’t you tell me what it did to you?”
    “Because.”
    “Because why?” he pressed.
    She growled.
    Her. A doe. Growling at him, a wolf. Seriously? “What the hell was that?”
    “Please stop. You’re aggravating my animal.”
    Aggravating a deer to the point she threatened him? He almost laughed, but given the expression on her face—part frightened, part crazy—he held off for now. “All right, little doe, but this isn’t over.” Not by a long shot. Far from convincing him to back down with her threat, now, more than ever, he wanted to know what she hid.
    The waitress arrived with two plates heaped high. He’d gone for a chicken club sandwich with fries and onion rings while Dawn got the half-pound burger, medium rare, garnished with the works, accompanied by fries, onion