Karen grabbed her heart and fell to her knees. "Master!?" She looked around and her eye's began to fog up her bloody, tan kin began to sweat. SHIT WITHDRAWL! NO! I will not succumb, NOT NOW! I WILL NOT! she pulled a syringe out of her pocket and jammed it into her veins. Relief coursed through her body. She settled down. "Fuck." She looked at the others. "It ...really ain't what it looks like. Seriously." She staggered up and unholstered the Roc and pointed it at the Father's chest. "Why? Should we."