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Libya, 2009, Part 4
"Mutatio," said the monstrous thing crouching before him. Slowly...impossibly, the abomination began to change. In moments, he was seeing an almost attractive human female form with impossibly blue eyes. But he did not at all believe everything that he was seeing. Her features were wolf-like and hungry-looking as she tried to smile at him. It seemed that she was attempting to transform into a human image, but she could not summon the ability to do so.
"I am Blue of The Order. Zarqa bint al-Ghul. We were set upon by your comrades while we were feasting. We did not expect to be disturbed. Now this form is dying. What do you want?"
"I came to seek an alliance and to look for an artifact called the Trigon. This is no longer possible. I merely sought to make contact with your people. Now most of my associates are gone, as are yours. Every one of them, except for you."
"I would usually ask why you would request such a thing, but I don't care. It doesn't matter. This body is dying. Willingly, I give you nothing. Practically, you may do as you please with me, for I will not be present, at least not in this flesh, for much longer. This body perishes. When I exit this plane, do as you please. You will have all that you seek." The thing was repeating itself, clearly suffering from the agony of gunfire.
"How can I help you?" Williamson asked.
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