Jekyll pointed the barrel of his empty revolver which he still had at Ceniza's head as he wrapped an army around him.

"Back off or I'll shoot."

Jekyll was laughing inside his head, he knew it wouldn't work; he knew what was going to happen and almost yawned as it unfolded and the armed man shot Ceniza in the chest. Jekyll pushed Ceniza's corpse forcefully at the League's Agent and jumped aside, pushing Natalya down as well and they both took cover behind a table.

It would only be seconds, fifteen by the most optimistic estimation before the Agents would get to them, and so desperate measures had to be taken posthaste.

There was a lever on the side of the table, Jekyll pulled it and a cell could be heard being opened. Something rushed out of the cell and attacked a guard or two who screamed in agony before others unleashed their machine guns at it.

The opportunity was precious, as the demons had gotten into a frenzy which distracted the Agents that had poured in, Natalya and Jekyll got up and ran to a door in one side of the place that would provide precious shelter.

Bullets were fired at them but none hit their mark. Jekyll pulled a lever down as they dove into the room and shut the door behind them.

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Skinner drove a rental car and followed McGregor as he left incognito to take Wheeler's place in Wheeler's car. He pulled up the street from the League and observed from a distance.

McGregor picked up his briefcase, and walked into the front gate where a guard compared his face to his ID picture, followed by a series of ID scans for his eyes and hands which he passed due to his added prosthetics.

Finally, he was allowed to walk into the building. And he went on to Wheeler's office. Where Sofie Fatale, a tall, attractive dark haired woman of he late thirties was waiting for him.

McGregor resisted the urge to hit on the woman, and shook hands with her, doing his best impression of Wheeler.

"Mr. Wheeler," said the woman, "Mr. Thornton was shot today, in a robbery."

"Dear God!" said McGregor, "Is he going to be Okay?"

"I'm sorry I wasn't clear, he was killed."

"Do they know who did it?"

"The police have some suspects. Anyway, If you would agree to it, we would like you to assume all of Mr. Thornton's responsibilities."

"Certainly, Madam."

Fatale looked intently as McGregor, paused for a little and said,

"Upon his return, Mr. Gray will require to meet with you."

"Anything for Mr. Gray, Madam."

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Some demons spilled out for their cells for what seemed like ages, some of those who escaped lunged at the Agents and showed them real hell and unimaginable pain, while other freed whoever was left, the screams of the Agents echoed and reached the ears of Jekyll and Natalya.

"Oh my god!" said Natalya, "What have you done!"

"I saved our lives for now." said Jekyll, inside his own head something was telling him they deserved it.

They were both in a dark office of some sort, which apparently wasn't used very often. At one side was a barred gate leading into a pitch black space.

The screams started to fade, so Jekyll pushed whatever he could to barricade the door and stood with his back to the barricades to add some more resistance.

The Blows to the door started, the wood began to crack and the gleeful howls started to grow louder.

Natalya found an axe mounted on one of the walls, she handed it to Jekyll who clutched it while looking distant, as if though he was thinking of something far more serious than defending their lives.

"Henry..."

He looked at her said, "Natalya, I don't know you that well, but I have to ask you to trust me."

"What? I do trust you."

"You think you do, but you don't really know me. Right now I'm going to do something..."

A demon stuck his forked tongue through a whole in the door, Jekyll twisted out of it's way.

"I'm going to do something very odd," continued Jekyll, "It will be one of the strangest things you might see in your life. But you have to trust me when I tell you that I have to do it, for both our sakes. And please, don't run away."

He handed her back the axe.

"Okay." she said, without a clue about what he meant.

Jekyll shut his eyes and started to breathe heavily, veins started to bulge in his forehead and then he his eyes shot wide open, they had went from being green to hazel, somehow. He stepped away from the table, walked calmly, Natalya though he looked like another man, the way he walked and the calmness with which he was dealing with the situation were not like the Jekyll she knew.

Jekyll gestured for her to step away, a demon was looking through the hole in the door, Jekyll raised his middle finger at him in an obscene gesture and then, with one extremely powerful motion, he shoved the barricades aside.

The door came crashing down and a demon rushed in, his forked tongue hanging out of his moth like a hound. Jekyll literally put his fist through the demon's head and tossed him aside then burst to the outside.

Natalya didn't know what was going on, but it appeared that Jekyll's physique was changing, he grew taller, more muscular, even his hair changed and very soon he was in the size of a massive gorilla.

Natalya re-barricaded the door and held her axe high in case Jekyll - or whatever it was out there that used t be Jekyll - couldn't hold them back.

Strange sounds started to sound, a loud echoing laugh, animalistic cries, followed by a gruff voice saying, "AND YOU CALL YOURSELVES DEMONS?"

"Hey!"

Natalya turned around, looking for the source of the call.

"Oy, Axe-Girl!"

It was coming from the barred gate, she could see a figure moving in the dark space that lay beyond it.

She switched a light on the wall and the office was filled with light, she could see who it was that was talking with her.

"Yes, you! I'm talking to YOU!"

He spoke with an Australian accent and looked strange, but was generally unantagonistic.

He was a prisoner. He was thin, looked to be in his late twenties and only five feet-seven inches tall. His feet were bare and he only wore a pair of dirt brown trousers and a white straightjacket. His sandy brown hair and beard were long and unkempt. It was obvious he was locked in here for a very long time.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I'm.."

"Not from around here, are you?"

A sound that can only be described as similar to that of a lion being set on fire was heard followed by Mutant-Jekyll's blood curdling growl.

"What the fuck was that? What's all the ruckus?"

"The demons, they've escaped."

"Great, they're going to kill us." said the prisoner who seemed more annoyed than worried, "You've got to help me out of here."

"I can't."

"Sure you can, you just-"

"You're a demon!"

"Do you see any horns?" said the prisoner, "Do I have a forked tongue? Do I look intimidating in anyway, straightjacket aside? No. Because I'm perfectly human. They locked me up in here so that I would go insane and nobody would believe that evidence I had on them."

"But-"

"Please!" the prisoner begged, "I've had this itch on my back that I couldn't scratch for five years! You've got the axe. I'll even keep the jacket on."

She started to walk away.

"I know the way out!"

It was too tempting to decline, so after a few moments of hesitation she turned to him and said,

"How do I get you out?"

"There is a key on the opposite wall, use it on the hole next to it then pull the lever."

She did as was instructed.

"Now, use the same key to open the gate."

Again she did as he said, and just as the lock clicked open, a series of thoughts rushed through her head.

"Some of the prisoners are human, the League keeps them here till they go mad then commit them into an asylum they run." said Ceniza.

"...I'm perfectly human. They locked me up in here so that I would go insane..."

"Please!" the prisoner begged, "I've had this itch on my back that I couldn't scratch for six years!"

"It usually takes a few weeks to do that." said Ceniza.

Natalya looked up as she understood it was all a bluff.

"Yo-" was all she managed to say before the prisoner forcefully pushed the gate open, which in turn knocked her down.

Calmly and smoothly he walked out of his cell and stepped with his bare foot on her arm that was holding the axe to restrain her movement.

She saw his torso twisting in odd ways, and heard bone crackling and shifting and being dislocated without any sign of pain.

Finally, his arms were free, but he kept the straightjacket on. He scratched the back of his neck, moaned and laughed.

"I've been waiting for years to do that."

He stretched his arms out and grunted. Natalya was trying to escape from under his foot but couldn't, as he chuckled she could see he had long white fangs.

He bent and tore the axe from her grasp, then removed his foot from her arm.

"Sorry about that, Miss." he said as he offered an arm to help her up.

She was soon able to stand upright and look the prisoner in the eyes.

"If I give you your axe back, will you place nice?" he asked.

She nodded in approval, so he gave it back to her and turned his back. The sounds from outside had died, Jekyll's laughs no longer echoed and no demon was yelping in pain. Natalya raised her axe and aimed at the back of the prisoner's neck, but as it came down he got out of the way and took it away from her.

"That's not playing nice."

His voice was empty of fury and he seemed oddly content. He swung the axe into an iron cabinet and it opened. He reached in it with an arm and took out an oriental looking sword, an Indian Tulwar to be precise.

"Now we both have sharp objects," he said as he handed her axe back again, "Let's not fillet each other before were out of here."

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Hours passed while McGregor sat in Wheeler's office, pretending to getting some work done and reviewing reports brought to hid door by several underlings. He started to feel some panic as the severity of what he was doing suddenly struck him. He was in a building that was the base of operations of his enemies. Plastic surgery and putting on all that weight had transformed his features. But there was the outside chance that someone would recognize something about him.

When enough time had elapsed, McGregor stepped out of his office.

Albert Wheeler's position allowed access to almost every League section, and McGregor exploited that fact to full extent, he took pictures of critical areas with a camera concealed in a lighter that Skinner gave him.

From a distance, Sofie Fatale was starring at him.

"Something is off." she thought.