'We almost had her! All of her life energy could have been ours for the taking!' Frustration and anger echo out of the wraith's rasped voice.
'Well I don't think it's happening now, not with this guy.' Letum scowls, not breaking his glare on Grayson.
"Mia stand down, leave this freak to me." Grayson orders, raising his gloved hand straight and uniform flagging Mia down.
"Yes sir. Thank you for the backup, more just kept coming…Mimic has already lost an arm to these people. We didn't know if we would make it through." Mia cries out, her fingers clutching at the decaying skin on her body. Fresh pierced holes in her flesh scream out with agony.
"Well ill have to return that in kind wont i?" Grayson smirks, putting a comforting hand on Mia's shoulder sending her off with a wave of his hand.
