[center][h3][color=39b54a]Emily, or #2[/color][/h3]
[u]Fort Hood, Texas, January 23rd.[/u] [/center]

	Number Two's smiled faded from her face, the creature jumping in surprise as an ear-numbing roar blasted through the early morning sky. Eyes wide she stared toward the house as she fumbled for the back seat door of the car. Glancing over at her handler she scrambled inside, slamming the door shut and forgoing her seatbelt in her panic.

	[color=39b54a]"What the fuck was that!?"[/color] She asked as their vehicle roared to life. Was Akasha right? Did they just summon a demon or something? Or was it just a noise? Maybe the bomb sounded like that? An explosion was something she could handle, but that did not sound right.  The car sped away and Two's back was thrown against the cushion behind her. Not being able to help herself, her eyes were drawn to the back window and she watched the house as it grew smaller in the distance. Suddenly, several disgusting abominations crashed violently through the walls of the house. Two's eyes went wide as saucers and she laughed hysterically. [color=39b54a]"Oh, great!"[/color] Exasperated she sunk back into her chair, still shaking. Trembling, she buckled her seat belt and let herself fall deeper into the carseat until her chin touched the very top of her chest.

	[color=39b54a]"Give the boys and girls in the lab my regards, Antoine. They really out fucking did themselves this time. I can't wait to have nightmares about that."[/color] She palmed her forehead, closing her eyes. Could that have been her? Did those...things...somehow come out of the canister? Or were those the people living in that house? And what the HELL was this little girl's deal!? So many things she couldn't even begin to understand. Either way her back was starting to hurt. Straightening herself in her seat, she pulled her shirt back over her shorts and ran her fingers through her hair. She was not getting paid enough for this. Oh, that's right, she wasn't getting paid anything. Those things were right on their ass! They only missed getting eaten by those B-movie horrors by less than a minute. Bombs weren't good enough, huh? Couldn't just shoot them in the back of the head in dark alley? Couldn't poison their tea with arsenic? No! That shit was too easy! We have to make sure they turn into demons from hell, the kind that brave knights kill and that visit children who don't brush their teeth. 

	Her heart was still beating a million miles a minute. They weren't even done yet. Maybe those monsters followed them, or maybe the army were coming after them for revenge. Perhaps that was the point of the monsters- to provide a distraction while the trio in the car made their getaway. Well, it would probably work. Who cares about a random car fleeing the scene when it was Attack of the Living Roadkill over there? Good, God above! Trying to collect herself, she pressed her palm against the window and squished her nose against the glass, looking to spot if anyone was following them.