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'Yes. Medic follow. Remember, no contact."
Bite's vision goes red as he stares at the blood staind floors for a few seconds before redirecting that anger at the door guards. The slim, wicked sharp blade he managed to keep a hold of over time slices through air and skin as if they were the same. The guard outside was just hired help. These guys were Rattataki, they new exactly what was happening, and they found glee in it. For that, even the medic will show no mercy.
Admick has a feeling today is going to be a bad one.
Easy gig, Birean said. Just guard the complex and don't let anyone out, they said. Well, nowhere did that moron mention they were keeping a semi-feral clone contained where it didn't want to be!
Admick only saw it once and he promptly wished he never did in the first place. It was a shift change, them switching out with the Rattataki guards the Senator had overseeing the complex and he lingered around just to see what the screw ups got as punishment for failing to keep the entire area hush hush.
He assumes the room is meant to look like a barracks but all he saw was a slaughter room. Blood stained the floors, the unused bed was beyond any cleaning beside a furnace and the clone?
There was no hint of life or person in those eyes, when met them by mistake. He felt assessed and cornered until the doors shut and the sounds of muffled screaming began. And the worst part? The Rattataki found it hilarious.
'Must be feeling energetic today!' What the actual kriff?
At least the damn thing is leaving tomorrow, Admick thinks to himself as he remains unaware of the approaching group of disguised Clones.