"Use PowerPoint," Viktor spoke after a few seconds of silence. "General Keele, I know you have your reservations and I know you've gained strength all on your own, but if you use PowerPoint I am sure it would put you right up there with any general under the 500th, at the very least that'd be enough to keep him at bay without dying-"
"I refuse." Keele shook her head. "Absolutely not, do you have any idea what that drug is made of?" She asked and Viktor clicked his tongue and ground his teeth.
"Of course I do, I'm part of the team that created it!" He snapped.
"Sir-" Cecelia was about to make a suggestion but was stopped in her tracks by him raising his hand.
"General Keele, this is a direct order from your superior; use the PowerPoint drug now and stop the Godslayer from escaping-"
