”You’re such a handful. Has anyone ever told you that?
You know I can’t leave the base, but I’d sell organs to
get out of there. I really hate it, after all these years.
It’s no good.” Bruce shrugged.”Can’t do much about it, I’m afraid. They’ll work me
until I get into a freak accident, and then they’ll put
me in some hospice or shoot me or something. I’m
not sure how they work.”
"You’re the only one who ever has.“ This time, the smile didn’t
touch his eyes. "I’ll get ye out of there, Bruce. S'my fault I let
them take you back. Should’ve stayed with me, where your
biggest problem was tending to a feverish werewolf. At least
you were happy.”
