The four awoke. They all blankly looked at the expanse of screens in front of them. Although several alarms were going off, every eye focused on the spent amnesia grenade sitting on the bench. Next to it sat a las-gun and a hastily scribbled note.
‘Barry’s The One’.
The sole female was the first to move, grabbing the las-gun and pointing it at the men.
“Hey, whoa…” said one, holding up his hands.
“Well I’m clearly not…”
She suddenly fired once she noticed the nametags.
Lucky too, Barry almost remembered tossing the grenade to stop the shapechangers from taking over.