Jim scratched the back of his head, "Um, more like no one has stopped her for a long time, and she's just gotten a lot of practice at it. I think the sligs who have been around a while like #7 have sort of come to accept it," He shrugged, "Though I dunno, if Arnie doesn't come back to 'nice mode' she might have to calm down a little."
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Grace reached the boss's door, passed the hulk of SU and knocked on it, "Boss, the native's been caught and is locked in the lab cages. I padlocked his cage and have the key here. You can probably open your door now."
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While all sorts of interesting things were afoot in Rupture Farms, William Krik was just getting off of the train that had carried him away from the factory. Now back in the lab where he worked and lived when not at Rupture Farms himself, he headed for his office.
"How's the brat?" One of the other vykkers called as he passed.
"Causing trouble. Sorry I can't chat; I've got yesterday's report to write, and a fone-call I need to make."
Safely locked in his office a few minutes later, he plonked his bag on the desk and dug out the file he had stolen from Rupture Farms' lab. It was the medical records of one particular employee.
He read through the information again; the mudokon had been shot accidentally, and the surgeons who worked on her found something rather interesting in has physiology. Something very interesting, and very illegal, and very exciting. He leant forwards in his chair and picked up his fone.
Flicking through his rolodex, he found the number he wanted and dialled it in. The slig he spoke to told him the vykker he was looking for was elsewhere, but gave him another number to ring.
While waiting to get through the second time, Krik picked up the stolen medical record again, and flicked through. He found out that the mudokon was on lone to Rupture Farms, and had been for nearly two years. Interesting...
"Whaddaya want?" Said the slig on the line.
"Good afternoon," Krik purred, "I would like to talk to Victor Emlech."
"Uhuh, who's calling?"
"Tell him a very old friend, who knows a little about a mudokon named... Anni."
There was a long silence.
Then Emlech's voice sounded on the line, "Who is this?"
Krik grinned, "What has it been, 20 years?"
"I said who is this?"
Krik leant forward and flicked on his fone's screen, "It's Krik."
Emlech looked surprised, "How did you find out about Anni?"
"I've been given a special assignment in Rupture Farms 1029. Anni was injured recently and I happened to find her medical file. It was rather... revealing. I recognised my own work, at once."
Emlech glared, "I don't owe you anything for her."
"I know, I know. But I'd like to talk."
Emlech nodded, "Soon."
"Tomorrow?"
"This evening. Where can we meet?"
ooc: Krik is a character from this RPG (his profile's in the profile thread). I'll put up Emlech's profile later.
Mars, I'm gonna wait for you to post. If Mars is awake, he can see Anni re-enter his room.