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“Alright, Elly, time to shine.”
But the sound of his voice made the bear turn around. The promise of a new, still-conscious target proved too tempting to the bear, and it leapt for Harrison.
    “Harrison!” I cried out my partner’s name but I didn’t get the chance to do anything. The roiling mass of fur, teeth, and claws attacked. Harrison tried to fend it off, pointing his tranquilizer gun at the bear, but a flailing paw knocked it away before he got the chance to shoot. I was horrified, unable to move. Fortunately there was still some sedative gel on the bear’s claws, and with one swipe of the sharp points across his chest Harrison went down, joining our target in sleep. I choked with relief, glad that Harrison didn’t have to feel more pain, but my joy was quickly quashed.
Because now my partner is lying unconscious on the ground and I have to take down an enraged, five hundred pound Grizzly without any backup.
Shit . The bear’s eyes lock onto me from the other side of the “campsite”. When it charges I dive to my left, scooping my hand down as I leap to grab the tranquilizer gun that Harrison dropped. My fingers curl around it and I pull myself into a ball, hitting the ground and rolling slightly before jumping back to my feet, a gun in each hand and a gigantic bear running towards me.
Stay calm . I try to keep my heart from racing even though every muscle in my body is screaming for me to run . I drop one of the guns to the ground and grip the other with both hands while inhaling slowly. At my exhale, I take aim and fire round after round into the giant mass of fur barreling towards me.
The first shot misses, but the others bury themselves deep into its fur. The bear begins to slow as the concoction enters its body, but I still aim the second gun at it after emptying the first. I’m not taking any chances. The bear leaps the moment I start firing the next gun, and it lands directly in front of me with an eardrum-shattering roar. I fall onto my back and turn to scramble away on all fours.
But I don’t move fast enough and one of the paws descends. The flesh on my right thigh splits open. I can’t hold back the shriek that escapes my lips. I fall onto my stomach and curl forward.
    I both hear and feel the thud . I turn around. The bear lies limp, its chest slowly expanding and contracting while the tranquilizers finally take over its system.
I let out the breath I was holding in a relieved whoosh and move to stand. A lightning bolt of pain shoots up my leg and I grimace, but when I look down at the tattered remains of my jeans I can see that the bleeding has already stopped. I am very grateful for my Life Chip in this moment. I test my weight again, and find that this time the pain has subsided enough that I can stand.
    Behind the bulky form of the bear I see Harrison and Ricardo on the ground a few dozen yards away, both sleeping peacefully. All I want to do is run to Harrison and make sure he’s okay, but I know that I must first remove Ricardo’s Chip before he wakes up. Otherwise this assignment will be a complete failure, and the pain and efforts of myself, Harrison, and the bear will all be for nothing. So I jog over to our client and pull out my silver Life Chip Extractor.
    A few seconds later the hundred-and-seventy-four year old has successfully died.
Now I can finally run over to Harrison and collapse beside him. From the rips in his shirt and pants it’s clear that the bear got him in the chest and thighs, but the wounds are almost finished healing. There will be some pink scars decorating his honey-gold skin, but those will be gone within a few days.
    Guilt wells up inside of me. I promised him that he wouldn’t get hurt. I say a silent prayer of gratitude that he wasn’t wounded more severely, and that he was unconscious for the takedown of the bear. Even though the backup would have been helpful, I’m glad he didn’t have to deal with his fear of animals for too