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Ironclad For sure I figured it was a goner. I mean, I shot it, and there was so much blood. And then we hauled it around left and right, probably messed it up big time before getting it here, operated it on a freakin' table in a police station with no proper medical stuff. They cut him up and tried to put him back together again. I was there when they were arguing on how to cut him up. To me, it all just looked like a bloody mess. Then the doc and vet put him back together. The doc looked kinda sick and said he'd be surprised if that thing survived the night. Sounded more like he wished it'd died before getting in his sight. The vet thinks i

Subject # 359 I hereby vow to not reveal anything explicitly, knowingly, or by omission without specific permission from any member of the second party, signed below, and yadda yadda yadda. “So basically I can’t say anything about whatever it is you want to show me. No hidden clauses, no obligations?” the veterinarian asked, looking over the contract. “We’d just like you to fill in reports,” the policeman answered. “And this thing is worth waking me up in the middle of the night and dragging me here?” Despite the objections, he signed nonetheless. “It’s an emergency. We have to save it

The Beast What the hell am I doing here? I had a solid case! I had an investigation under way, I had suspects, I had a lead! I’m not some field officer, I’m an investigator! All right, I’ll admit it wasn’t much of a case. We were contacted by the guy (victim #1)’s boss, who had for some reason broken into the victim’s apartment. His motives were a little fishy, but he disappeared too (victim #2) . At that point, I didn’t have any lead whatsoever. No ransom, no family to bully, nothing. Then, the employer went missing (victim #3). No ransom, no messages, no family, he just disappeared out of the blue. That

Honourbound -Raph, got the report from... Empty. It’s been a week! How am I supposed to do my job if he doesn’t give me his reports? Infuriated, he stomps off to his office, grumbling. He checks his e-mails and his voice box. Nothing. Mister decided to take a little vacation without telling anyone! When he gets back, I sure hope he gets fired! After yet another unproductive day at work, Nicholas decided to go home early, frustrated. As he stomped out of his office, everyone moved out of his way. Despite his small height, or rather because of it, he had a reputation for having a bad temper. A colleague made a joke about him leavi

He waited until the engine’s rumble was drowned in the noise of the highway, then he experienced with his new legs. /I’ll move a toe./ His whole leg twitched /Not good./ With a little effort, he realized he could move his legs and knees normally, but he had to work on his feet. /I can’t seem to lock my legs though, my knees won’t come straight. Everything checked, nothing broken, here goes!/ First, Raphael turned around so that he was on his hands and knees. He carefully put his feet down and started pushing upward. Since his feet were now about 20 centimetres longer, his behind was sticking high up in the air. /I look rid

Airbourne “I’m sorry sir, but we can’t find anything wrong,”the man said. Sigh. Again. “Well, thank you.” “Hope you get better soon.” Ya right. “Bye” As if that’s ever going to happen. The ninth time. No matter where I go or which doctor I see, it’s always the same. Even if I tell them again and again, they say it’s all in my head. My ass! If they’d feel the itch the way I do, they wouldn’t say that! I know it’s real! For two months it’s been itching like I’ve got scratching powder under my skin. Sigh. It’s been so long now. Well, better get some s