Zyklon not too B

Gasspuk, furious, leaped for the dropped machine gun. Jack did not hesitate and she lunged at the same time, both aces gripping the gun, the metal body of the weapon buckling then snapping into broken parts, bullets and springs flying as the two newly turned aces fought over it. The pair were momentarily dumbfounded by their own strength. The fight wasn’t over, and the wildcard virus hadn’t fully played its hand yet.

Kruger exhaled in frustration and then noticed the gas coming from her mouth. She frowned as she smelt the almond aroma, eyes widening in recognition. Cyanide!? It was Zyklon B gas! She’d used it on political prisoners, gypsies and homesexuals. She laughed, grabbed the bag held by Irwin, inhaled and breathed out, filling the room with the deadly gas. Then she ran from the room.

“Shit! That’s cyanide!” Mary said as she held her breath.

“Put down the bag or else!” Jack cried as she gave chase, grabbing up her previously dropped weapon. Kruger was fast but Jack was pissed and faster. She didn’t just run on the floor like Kruger, she adapted quickly to her new strength, running on walls as she rounded corners, twisting with preternatural agility past shocked crewmen and passengers, hardly registering that most of them weren't human or alive.

Mary and Irwin staggered from the impromptu gas chamber, holding their breathes as Mary slammed the door and sealed it. “What the hell is going on!?” Mary despaired, coughing and clearing her lungs.

Irwin shrugged and ran off the other way, disappearing round a corner.

Kruger made it to the ship rail and looked out over the Hudson river, furiously searching for her small escape craft. She spotted the tin boat, motor idling, drifting nearby, all her men turned into jokers and very much dead.

“Or else what?” Kruger sneered triumphantly as she made to leap from the rail. Then she gasped in shock and looked down to see an oar protruding between her new breasts. The transfixed Nazi ace blinked.

Jack had been quicker than the German. “Exactly,” she snarled in Kruger’s ear as she grabbed Mary’s bag of cultures and then unceremoniously pushed the Ace overboard before she could use her gas attack. “Nazi’s… peh.” She spat then turned about to see the madness on the HMAT Tyche’s deck, eyes widening in utter disbelief. “Oh. My. God.”