The vixen smirked, though her eyes were cold. "No, you're not dead yet, though chances are, we all will be soon." She put the packets onto the plates, two on each, and opened them all, spilling food out and ready. "Now eat up," she said, and tossed the empty packets aside. "We all need our strength in times like these, and it won't be long before we reach our enemy."
Tina narrowed her eyes. "Your two chaperones, or prison guards, however you want to call them." She stepped through the door and looked back, waiting for Annie. "It doesn't matter either way, they're not your concern."
"Well, according to this," said the finch. Reggie gripped the table, his face shoved near hers, growling with every breath. "The Arbani quadrant." She looked up at him, as his face twisted, contorting with the changing thoughts in his head. She pushed back against the desk, moving away from him on her chair.
"The... we're in a different quadrant?" The finch made a little nod, and scooted even further, her back pressed to the wall. Reggie gritted his teeth, his growl rumbled through his body, and the desk creaked. "How many lightyears?" His voice was strained, and stumbled through his throat.
"Um," the finch glanced from him to the screen. She squinted rather than lean forward. "Eight hundred-"
"Eight hundred?" The finch jumped as Reggie slammed his fist on the desk, and left a deep dent. "Eight hundred."
"And... fourty seven," the finch murmured, and shifted away into the corner of the room. REggie grabbed the computer screen, twisted it toward him, and stared at the coordinates.
"Eight hundred." His growl deepend, becoming heavy, and he snarled, baring vicious teeth and eyes. "What the hell!" He grabbed the screen in his massive hands, and wrenched it from its socket. The display cut out, and it tore from the desk, bringing with it wires and a panel from the desk itself. He hurled it to the wall and it shattered into pieces, while the finch shrieked in the corner. The double doors swung open, and the lizard returned.
"What's going on?" he said, before he turned to the finch in the corner, and Reggie turned to him.
"Who's in charge of this place?" Reggie yelled, marching toward the lizard, who seemed to shrink back to the doors.
"Sir, calm down, I don't know what's going on, but if you want assistance, I can call security."
"Security?" Reggie snarled again, then barked at the man, who flinched, and stumbled back against the double doors. "You're gonna call security on me?" Reggie followed him into the morgue, his fists clenched, and his teeth bared.
"Sir, I never said that."
"You were gonna get me arrested?" The man flicked his glance around the room, catching something in the back corner. Reggie looked up, saw the back door. "Don't you dare!" Reggie charged.
The beast grew, and swarmed around them all, his heat closed about in a perfect sphere that began to shrink. Howl could feel the fire lick every mote of energy within him, reaching into his head, touching everything like snowflakes in a fiery grip. The beast closed closer, Nero's black hole encroached, the universe became small. Howl gripped Vuranin's tendrils tight, and shut his eyes. The flames twisted around them all, then burst to nothing. Nero was gone. The stars had changed, they had moved far away. Howl breathed relief. His teleport had worked.