Matias let out a strained growl as the pressure of the bed pressed against his wound. His chest grew by five sizes and then deflated, back and forth, every time he took a breath.

"Just take off my damn jacket," he puffed, "you'll be able t... RGH.. see it... God, DAMMIT!!"

He suddenly twisted as he went to cup his own wound, a sudden rush of pain nearly driving him to tears.

The bug seemed unwilling to answer at first. It simply stared, occasionally stirring its antennae. But then its hands rose.

"I HAVE HAD RUN-INS WITH AUTHORITIES FOR YEARS," it said, "BECAUSE I KNOW AND HAVE WHAT THEY DO NOT WANT ME TO. I BELIEVE SOME OF WHAT I HAVE GATHERED MAY BE OF INTEREST TO YOU AND YOUR TEAM, BUT, QUITE FRANKLY, YOU WANT ME DEAD, LADY MIDNIGHT."