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He decided his position gave him the authority to bark us into submission. "Stop this at once! Guards! Guards! This is a place of healing! This is a hospital – how dare you!"
I've had enough of the charade he called a hospital. With an openhanded strike to his gelatinous midsection, I knocked the breath out of him. A moment of fear that he might be pregnant streaked through my mind, but I pushed it down. Wow , this whole impending godparent thing was messing with my head. I caught myself looking at baby clothes on the inter-web last night. Like we could afford new clothes. My first officer was lucky he wasn't barefoot and pregnant as it was.
Grabbing the collar of the pseudo-medical man I pulled him toward me. I used his weight to execute a modified hip throw, slamming the rotund man into the wall. I kept a firm grip on his collar as I got close enough to smell the remnants of the liver sandwich he had for lunch. "Really Doc? Then where are the praking sick people? Where are the injured people? And it's funny, because all I see here are Novokins, and they don't look sick. I don't see any broken bones, or lacerations or even scars. Because this isn't exactly a hospital, is it? It's a rejuvenation center. Isn’t that right, dear Doctor? This is where you re-inject life essences you stole from your victims, to give yourselves and your rich Novokin clients that youthful look. Isn't it? Why doctor, if you can even be called that, how old are you? Really?"
He coughed and sputtered, still gasping for air from the initial attack. Everyone knew the stories of the regeneration facilities. Non-Novokins went in, but only Novokins ever came out. His eyes boiled over with a poisonous hate. "I'll make sure you're executed for this."
Wow, was this guy going for sheetek of the year? Or was he just that stupid?
He tried to lurch forward, but I sidestepped his attempt. I used his own momentum to throw him away from me and into Trex's waiting hands. A small electrical jolt delivered from his golden hotness left the man quivering on the floor. If my nose wasn't deceiving me, the so-called doctor's bowels seemed to have given way during the shock. At that precise moment a nurse came through the same door, oblivious to the situation unfolding right in front of her. Brandishing the biggest and cheesiest grin I could muster, I gave her a gentle touch on the arm.
"Excuse me ma'am, where is the actual hospital?"
Slipping her hands into her uniform’s pockets, she took in the scene around her. “What do you mean by actual hospital?” Her eyes narrowed.
“You know exactly what I mean,” I said pointing a gun at her midsection. “So for the last time, where do you take your sick people?” I asked again nicely.
Unable to find her voice she pointed a shaking finger at a small corridor that branched off just in front of us and to the right.
“Thank you ma’am. Now you can take a nap with your friend over there.” I pointed as Trex came from behind juicing her just enough to lose consciousness, but not wake up embarrassed like the doctor would. He caught her before she hit the ground and set her on the floor.
A plasma burst blackened the wall next to Lieutenant Cobbs. Prak. Behind us and from the left branch of the corridor, Novokin Imperial guards poured into the hallway. They had us pinned down. Even moving into the hospital proper was no guarantee we’d be able to escape such a large force. The last thing I wanted to do was split up, but it seemed our only option. Prak. I grabbed the only one of my team that was plasma bolt proof. "Trex, you draw them off while we round up the supplies."
"I do not wish to leave you Captain." His resolve was earnest, and even as he said it I didn't want to leave him either. Reaching out I cupped his face, and he nuzzled into my hand. Then I whirled back and... SLAP!
"That's an order Trex, now move!"
In the speed of a snake’s strike, his massive chest was an inch away from mine, his smell
Heidi Hunter, Bad Boy Team