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have to dig out that slug or there’s a good chance he’s not going to make it to the facility. Mathias would be fucking pissed if he dies and none of us are exactly his golden children. Not after losing his daughter. So seriously, move it or lose it!” I lectured, barking the last and they moved it. I went into the house before them and to the medical locker stashed in the corner of the kitchen.
    There was a bunch of grunting, cursing and wheezing as they brought the tranquilized man… creature, I corrected myself automatically, in through the front door, past the living room, to do what I’d commanded.
    They dropped him face first onto the rustic kitchen table and chained him at wrist and ankle to the eyebolts set in the floor. Reinforced steel chain. The eyebolts were set into the foundation of the house beneath the floors, driven into the concrete by a good eighteen inches. It would hold a couple of elephants in place. One of these bastards, no matter how big, wouldn’t be any match for the restraints.
    “Need an assist, Av?”
    “No, as long as he’s secure,” I stated.
    “Yup,” Mason declared, leaning up from the final shackle. I checked the restraints myself anyways.
    “Cow,” I heard Harper utter.
    “Call me names all you want, Sweetie. Better to be safe than dead.”
    With a few extra grumbles and a gripe or two, the team went out front to the porch. They did, however, leave the front door open to keep an eye on things.
    This was going to suck for the monster. It was going to suck hard. I pulled on a pair of latex gloves then pulled on two more. Double gloving was standard operating procedure with these things, even after discovering that their disease wasn’t a blood borne pathogen.
    I snapped the top off of the ampule of ammonia and went around to the front of the table where his head was at, but before I could bring it near, his head snapped up and he glowered at me, snarling and snapping.
    “Oh, good! Don’t need that!” I threw it into the sink and heard it plink into the garbage disposal.
    “Listen up, mongrel. I’m going to dig that slug out of the back of your leg. It’s going to hurt, a whole fuck of a lot, but you need to stay awake for me and tell me if I got it all. You copy?” I demanded and raised my eyebrows. He snorted, a derisive sound.
    “There’s not much you can do that I haven’t already dealt with, just get the fucking bullet out.”
    I got up on the table and sat on his ass, mostly to pin him down as best I could. This worked best when they had a reminder that they needed to hold still.
    “Ride ‘em cowgirl,” I commented dryly and he snorted. He was cool as a cucumber when I started digging for the bullet. He grunted a few times, made a choked noise and the table groaned where he gripped the corners.
    “Break my fucking table I’ll put another bullet in you on principle,” I muttered.
    “You’re a cold bitch aren’t you?”
    I wrenched the pliers a little deeper into the wound, digging a little unnecessarily hard for the bullet I’d put in him, he grunted and bucked slightly beneath me.
    “I don’t know, you tell me.”
    He barked a bitter laugh and I grasped onto the offending object and pulled it out, mostly intact, dropping it into a dish waiting on a cart beside the table with a hollow clatter.
    “Get it all?” I asked.
    “Give it a minute, let the burning settle and I’ll tell you,” he grated.
    I wiped at the sweat on my brow with the back of my wrist and breathed out. A moment later, he grunted again as if satisfied.
    “I think you got it, now get the fuck off me.”
    I laughed some and slapped him on his ass, it was a nice one as far as the male physique went; too bad it was wasted on him. I got off and bent at the knees a bit when I hit the floor. I turned around and met smoldering dark eyes and raised a brow.
    “Glare at me all you like, it was your dumb ass that got caught, not my fault you underestimated me.”
    He jerked at his bonds