"NO!" roared doctor Hobbs, nearly on the verge of pulling his hair out. The man was a mess as it is. Tired-looking, with more scruff, the doctor looked dreadful. His canines were more prominent and his labcoat hardly fit anymore. He had grown taller, more muscular, and more beast-like. It was obvious that the man's genetic experiments hadn't stopped at merely infecting other people with supernatural disease, but also infecting himself with God-knows-what. Hobbs slammed his fist into the wall, denting the metal. It was then that he had to be stopped.
"Calm down, Hobbs, don't lose yourself." Said Wink, keeping her arms crossed. "Those demons are simply stronger than we anticipated. We just have to be smarter."
"Smarter?" echoed Hobbs, turning to face the woman. "We're trapped on a ship with two of the most dangerous supernatural beings in Britain. You have no idea what we're up against, and now you've wasted some of my precious dogs."
It was true. The ship was now traveling along the Thames, and it wasn't certain as to whether or not the demons were trapped inside with the Scarlet Order, or if the Scarlet Order was trapped inside with the demons. Either way, everything was a mess.
"Enlighten me, then." Wink shot back through clenched teeth. Her brow furrowed, and her single eye glared up at the man before her, only to earn a snarl.
"You're an idiot." The Doctor scoffed.
"You don't know either, do you?" asked the woman with small twinge of a smirk playing at her lips.
"I know the stories." Hobbs replied. "I know how Phantomhive slayed a dragon all on his own! I know how Macken attacked a castle and won! Don't underestimate them, little girl."
"I could still freeze you in your tracks, Frankenstein."
"What?!"
"You heard me. You're a thing."
Baring his teeth, Doctor Hobbs snarled at the teen before him and furrowed his brow. Then, he cocked his arm back and roared, prompting the gems on Wink's ring to glow. The room's temperature dropped as the man swung.
"Filthy witch!" the man boomed, only for his snarl to disappear completely as his arm was stopped. Wink stood at attention, betraying her fighting stance while her associate winced at the force being inflicted on his arm.
"S-sir…" Hobbs grimaced, only to be let go again. "M-mister Omid, I—"
"Save it." Said Preston, glaring up at his subordinate with golden eyes. He lowered his hand and placed it in the pockets.
The way Preston looked at him was cold, but with a hidden fire. He didn't look threatening at the moment, as he was dressed in cheap, maroon sweatpants and a hoodie to match, but that was simply so that he did not waste any descent clothing in battle. His armour tears any garment to shreds against his wishes, but it is worth it. Preston held himself as though he was a man to be feared, but it was his anger that really sold it. The man was on a mission, and it may have just been compromised.
"I don't care about what you have to say." Spoke the Omid gentleman. "All that matters is that we can't turn back now. We're moving, and those two monsters have boarded. We just have to make the best of it. We've got bigger problems than that, anyway."
"What do you mean?" questioned Wink, relaxing her stance a bit.
"There's a blockade up ahead." The man informed. "And H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. has more boats following us. We need to take care of those or we have no chance of making it out of here."
"What do you want us to do, sir?"
"You got those guns I ordered?"
"Yes, but we haven't tested them yet…"
"Test them now." Preston instructed. "Use the remaining werewolves for that. Board ships if you have to. Do what you must. As for the others, focus on protecting the lab. There's no doubt that's what they're after."
"What about you?" asked Hobbs.
"I need to take care of something." Answered the Omid.
"Those kids?" questioned Wink. "We need to get them off of the boat."
"Don't worry, I have a plan." Informed Preston. "It might not be so bad that Hartley brought them here after all."
"Why's that?"
"We're going to use them as a bargaining chip to get past the blockade." The Omid said, turning his head to look toward the front of the vessel. Placing his hand on the rail, he furrowed his brow at what came ahead.
"Wink, go get them and bring them to the radio room." He instructed. "I'll meet you there in a bit. We need to contact H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G."
"Yes, sir." Answered the woman, shooting a nasty look toward Hobbs as she turned to leave. The doctor simply growled back before turning to look at Preston.
"Mister Omid…" he began. "How are we to take out those demons?"
"Any way you can." Preston replied. "Be clever, or you'll be outwitted. They're very resourceful, and they do not give up."
"So… What do we do?"
"Crush them. Set traps. I don't care. Do whatever it takes. They won't stop until you do." The man said, tightening his grip on the rail. "They never will… That's what makes them so strong…"
"Sir?"
"Hurry!" Preston ordered, turning to face the doctor. He was agitated, with his brow furrowed and nostrils flared. The force he was squeezing the rail with caused it to bend as he thought of the demonic duo. Preston was angry. His teeth were bared as he looked to the doctor almost accusingly, despite the fact that Hobbs was most certainly not the one who he was angry at. "If you're really the genius you say you are, surely you can think of something!"
"Of course I can!" Hobbs said back. "But do they have any weaknesses?"
Suddenly, Preston's face seemed to calm down. His anger cooled for a moment as his expression fell. Releasing the rail, he opened his mouth to answer.
"Each other." He said. "They are each other's weakness."
