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anomaly, tolerance to the symbiotic bacteria that permeated her lungs and blood. To reproduce her ability to process nitrogen, all of those organisms would need to be cloned as well.
The door was locked. I could not break the large metal rods that held it in place. It was not like the low security doors that I could run through back home. I focused my attention on the window. The attendants ignored me as I banged on the unbreakable material. I wished I had a projectile gun like we used to have back home rather than the electron guns, which I rarely carried anyway. I quickly ran out of options and backed out of view.
I waited for an hour, then two. Finally, the attendants opened the door to find me emerging from the darkness. Initially startled, they paused to notice the police emblem over my chest. Then as if comforted by the sight of an authority, the first attendant greeted me with a subtle head nod and walked from the door close enough to brush shoulders with me. I placed my hand against his sternum to halt his progress. He paused and looked down at my hand as if attempting to express boldness and confidence, which I quickly erased. The unexpected magnitude of force from my ensuing push carried him backwards into the room, where he collided with his collaborator. They fell to the floor as I stepped inside.
Isla was getting up from the table. Tears were in her eyes. She looked like she was going to cry at the sight of me, but I did not give her time. I took her by the wrist and pulled her gently past me out of the room. I locked her out and turned to face the others.
The attendants looked angry as they scrambled to their feet. They must have been unimpressed that I knocked them both over with one arm, because they approached me aggressively. All I saw in that brief moment were two necks sticking out like narrow handles with which to manipulate them. Overcoming their pitiful advance, I thrust them backward past the table, pinning them into the cabinets by their throats.
“Somebody explain to me what you’re doing to this woman,” I insisted.
“How dare you! The study was ordered by Leonidas,” answered the one who I first pushed. I pressed his neck harder until he could not gather more air to speak. He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, bringing both his hands to mine attempting to loosen my grip. The smaller one with him did not fight. While I held them there, I noticed the emblems on their suits signifying full time occupations as genetic engineers.
I replied to the insolent remark, “I know damn well who ordered the study, but that was not the study that was ordered. It was my suggestion. Do you know who I am?”
“Some kind of thug? We’re just doing our job. Our orders exceed any authority you have,” the second one attempted to instruct me on the nature of authority, which made me particularly angry.
I backed away, unzipped my suit, and removed it completely. The thought of Isla seeing my bare buttocks through the window was admittedly a little embarrassing, but using all of my limbs was a luxury I missed, and I was tired of hiding. The first larger attendant tried to run around me to the door, but I unfolded my wings to expose their ample span and block his path. My webbed appendages, extending from the two long bones on each side at the top and down to the single bone sections by my ankles, swung as if in flight and battered him against the opposite wall.
I pointed to the smaller person and then to the table with the implied instruction for him to lie down. He complied. Isla stood at the window with her hands on the hard transparent plastic. I briefly considered reaching up to the ceiling and shattering the overhead lights in an effort to hide what I was about to do. I stopped myself, realizing there was no darkness that could suppress her vision. She would just have to see whatever torture I inflicted to avenge their cruel
The door was locked. I could not break the large metal rods that held it in place. It was not like the low security doors that I could run through back home. I focused my attention on the window. The attendants ignored me as I banged on the unbreakable material. I wished I had a projectile gun like we used to have back home rather than the electron guns, which I rarely carried anyway. I quickly ran out of options and backed out of view.
I waited for an hour, then two. Finally, the attendants opened the door to find me emerging from the darkness. Initially startled, they paused to notice the police emblem over my chest. Then as if comforted by the sight of an authority, the first attendant greeted me with a subtle head nod and walked from the door close enough to brush shoulders with me. I placed my hand against his sternum to halt his progress. He paused and looked down at my hand as if attempting to express boldness and confidence, which I quickly erased. The unexpected magnitude of force from my ensuing push carried him backwards into the room, where he collided with his collaborator. They fell to the floor as I stepped inside.
Isla was getting up from the table. Tears were in her eyes. She looked like she was going to cry at the sight of me, but I did not give her time. I took her by the wrist and pulled her gently past me out of the room. I locked her out and turned to face the others.
The attendants looked angry as they scrambled to their feet. They must have been unimpressed that I knocked them both over with one arm, because they approached me aggressively. All I saw in that brief moment were two necks sticking out like narrow handles with which to manipulate them. Overcoming their pitiful advance, I thrust them backward past the table, pinning them into the cabinets by their throats.
“Somebody explain to me what you’re doing to this woman,” I insisted.
“How dare you! The study was ordered by Leonidas,” answered the one who I first pushed. I pressed his neck harder until he could not gather more air to speak. He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, bringing both his hands to mine attempting to loosen my grip. The smaller one with him did not fight. While I held them there, I noticed the emblems on their suits signifying full time occupations as genetic engineers.
I replied to the insolent remark, “I know damn well who ordered the study, but that was not the study that was ordered. It was my suggestion. Do you know who I am?”
“Some kind of thug? We’re just doing our job. Our orders exceed any authority you have,” the second one attempted to instruct me on the nature of authority, which made me particularly angry.
I backed away, unzipped my suit, and removed it completely. The thought of Isla seeing my bare buttocks through the window was admittedly a little embarrassing, but using all of my limbs was a luxury I missed, and I was tired of hiding. The first larger attendant tried to run around me to the door, but I unfolded my wings to expose their ample span and block his path. My webbed appendages, extending from the two long bones on each side at the top and down to the single bone sections by my ankles, swung as if in flight and battered him against the opposite wall.
I pointed to the smaller person and then to the table with the implied instruction for him to lie down. He complied. Isla stood at the window with her hands on the hard transparent plastic. I briefly considered reaching up to the ceiling and shattering the overhead lights in an effort to hide what I was about to do. I stopped myself, realizing there was no darkness that could suppress her vision. She would just have to see whatever torture I inflicted to avenge their cruel
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