alright?”
“ Alright,Scott.”
Zoth kept a good eye on the glass as he limped around faking his injury. He never took his eye off the little twinkling light at the corner of the glass that he saw Scott enter into. Suddenly, he sees Scott appear out of the wall towards the door and out, vanishing completely through a wall it looked like. He knew that was the little mans companion that had gone out the door. He limped some more back down the hill, putting on the fake limp until he was back in his cryogenic frozen state after all the tests were through. But Zoth couldn ’t help but smile this night as Rob went to freeze him by the hit of a button. Rob would say the same thing every night before he froze Zoth. Zoth knew it was coming this night as well but he couldn’t help but think it hilarious just the same. As Rob goes to push down the button and says “Have a nice freeze, bitch.” Then everything stands still in his cryogenic freeze. Zoth can’t think, can’t move. He is totally suspended until the unfreezing comes. He didn’t know how long he could live with it. The pain was so intense every time he came out. It was the worst pain he ever had and he has done it so many times. Zoth really never had a concept of numbers and time, but he knew it was a lot.
The next morning, Scott enters Robs laboratory. Robs all set. Everything is ready to go. The countdowns about to begin. Scott is getting into position after a briefing from Rob on the secluded coordinates. Locking in all the information onto the tags, they are now ready to go. Zoth and twelve more appear out of there cryogenic frozen slumber. Zoth and the others sense the uneasiness in the room. They start to form a pact together in the middle of the room, forming a perfect circle to protect from the enemies from any area of the room. Zoth is in the middle of the circle, standing straight up and yells, on my Q!”in a deep, low growling voice. The moment the light appeared in the room, engulfing it instantly before Rob could even turn his head to Scott, their lightened down. Zipping down the light beam to its coordinanc e on earth. Scott and Rob are experienced on dropping down through beams of light, now merge with their chosen wolves as they descend. The tags communicate the proper light transfer and slip into the wolves bodies. Scott was pretty scared about not getting this done right. Far behind the crowd. Now slowing down his speed telepathically and lands in a nice slow trod like he didn’t even miss a beat and rises from the front of his paws onto his back to hind legs and observes all the damage. Trees knocked over, branches everywhere, wolves lying on the ground. Practically none of them moving too fast, not knowing how to slow the light down and manipulate it to their will. Rob slowly approaches Scott. Rob says, “Smooth landing for some of us.” Before he could get out a deep gurgling laugh, he is thrown to the ground. Zoth and Rob fly into the nearest tree. Zoth rips at the fur of Robs mane with razor sharp teeth. Rob gives out a high pitched yip. If Robs eyelids had teeth, he would have surely bit himself from the pain of the flesh on his shoulder blade. Opening his eyes wide enough just to bite down again on him, he sees a hairy foot paw coming straight toward his head. Starting to dodge it, but not fast enough, he is knocked into unconsciousness. Then Zoth turns his head toward Scott. He jumps back on his two feet and walks towards Scott. More wolves come out of the brush. To the left of him, two gray ones. To the right of him, three more. One black, one patchy. Two more appear from behind him as he slowly backs up. Zoth screams, “Back !” The circle opens up for his entrance into it. He looks Scott straight in the eye and says “What should I do about you?” “Hey man, I was just trying to buy some time. I never even