Terror

Benard's POV

"Well, keep searching for him. He can't get that far!" I shouted at three of my trackers, who were looking so scared and confused at the same time.

They hurriedly ran out of my office as I held tightly unto my desk to stop me from ripping the office apart. That fucking snake! How dare he?

Mark was seated across from me, looking as calm as ever. He seems to be unusually calm like this, when he knows something. I wonder what he knows this time.

"Oh.. you done?" He teased, noticing my sudden interest in what he has to say. I growled impatiently at him.

"Fine...I'll tell you what I know." He mock surrendered.

"This wasn't an attack. They were merely here on an errand." He said, tossing a small device to me.

I swiftly caught it and began inspecting it. looked like a can of some sort, with a sophisticated looking valve and an outlet... probably for gas. I looked back up at Mark.

"What do you smell?" He asked.

I found the smell to be a little disturbing, toxic even. It was Achu