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Massive Dynamics

Nobody within Massive Dynamics could get a hold of Broyles, nobody. Everybody's worst fear came true. Their family had walked into a trap. Agent Dunham was being tortured by what she read on the artifact, she had images of their dead bodies sprawled on the ground, unable to do a damn thing about it. But she couldn't think about that now, she had to figure out how to launch an attack of their own. She now knew where the soft spot was and when the attack was going to occur. By her calculations, they only had 3.5 hours to stop the inevitable from occurring. And right now there were only three of them to face an entire army of shape shifters. The other officers were being given the antidote but they were running out of time. She knew that if she couldn't get more troops the mission was suicide, not that it mattered.

So she was on the phone, pacing the hallway trying to get more troops, which was impossible. It didn't help that she didn't have time for pleasantries and bull shit. You could hear her frustration echoing through the halls.

"We are all FBI agents. No, I don't care. Screw the security clearances," she stated almost screaming into the phone, "No you listen to me, if I don't get some people now than nobody will be going home to their families." Out of anger she hung up the phone, "Damn Bureaucrats!"

Walking down the hall, she heard a familiar sound. He didn't. Slowly she peeked her head through an open door and couldn't stop herself from smiling at the white and black four legged friend standing there. Only Walter.

Her mood was lifted as she walked into the lab which contained the officer's undergoing treatment. Each agent had the antidote being administered through IVs into various parts of their body. For example, one agent had an IV into his arm whereas another had an IV into his head. She didn't know why the IV sites were different and didn't care to ask.

"How are they?" Agent Dunham asked.

"They are not going to be ready for the mission," Agent Clarke harshly responded.

Part of Agent Dunham was mad at the comment but another part understood it. So she let the comment go on deaf ears, "Walter?"

"Their bodies were is worse condition than yours. It is going to take time," Walter hesitantly responded.

"We don't have time," Agent Boolland chimed in visibly upset.

"What about Astrid," Agent Dunham asked looking at her stiff, hard body. Seeing Astrid lying there made her sad but she also had hope, hope for a full recovery, since Walter was there to take care of her. Even though Walter could never remember her name, he truly cares for her and won't give up on her. She was going to be OK.

"She is doing well… But I estimate she will need at least 1 hour," Walter said as he tried to move her arm without success.

"They are right, we don't have time" she said to Walter shaking her head and getting more serious as she realized that the time was near. Her sadness turned to fear but she couldn't show it. She wouldn't allow herself to show it; she had to be strong to save Rachel, Ella, and of course Peter.

`Well, It looks like it is up to us," Agent Dunham said to the agents.

"Only us, what about the reinforcements," Agent Boolland asked confused.

"Forget it kid. We need a plan," Agent Dunham said walking out of the room. The other two agents quickly followed.

"Good luck," Walter said to the empty room before going back to work. Please Save Peter. Save my son.