"Gaseous silver? Seriously! Isn't breathing this thing fatal for wolves?" I yelled.
"Not just for wolves, it's fatal for anybody," Maultner said.
"Why'd you bring only one oxygen mask Flou?"
"I always carry a tank with me to entertain the possibility."
"Some possibility."
"Quit grumbling. We're gonna have to share this one until most of the gas clears. Take two drags each. Nobody gets greedy or I'm gonna kill them myself."
I did not know much about gaseous silver since I didn't really pay attention in my werewolf lessons but at least I knew turning silver into its gaseous form was a dreary process I wouldn't wish on any researcher. Just how far was this Wanderbilt cult willing to go? I guess I knew now.
