The Wolvarks working on the bottom level nearly soiled themselves as the Slig body hit the ground. After a few moments shock, however, work continued as usual.
Except for the one Slig there, who was supervising the loading of a special package from the CEO of Glukgrinder Snacks Co. He stared at the body for awhile, before shaking his head and checking off items again on his clipboard, shotgun tucked firmly under one arm.
No friggin respect, he thought.
He looked at the body again. Now several Wolvarks were hefting it form the platforms, and it was only a few moments before it was heave-ho-ed out of sight into the depths of the dam.
"Hoo, damn! Them's pants is heavy!" said one Wolvark, and his partner laughed. The Wolvarks looked at the packing Slig, and said, "Hoo, boy, you better hope Mista Sekto dun make us throw yer corpse inna da dam! HA! Couldn't handle two sets a'dem pants, boy!"
The Slig snarled. "Hubert; my name is Hubert."
"Ha! What kahnda name's dat, boy?"
"A Slig name; you better watch your mouth, punk, or it's gonna run away from ya."
The Wolvark bristled. "Feelin' tough, boy? Hey Bubba, check this damn boy out! He's a-thinkin he could take us on, no doubt 'bout that, nope!"
A burly Wolvark came over, with a riot-style shield and a pack of pink-and-blue half-circles: bomb packs. "You thinkin ya tough, boy?"
"I said-"
"You ain't said nothin', boy!"
"I sa-"
"Hoo, damn, gettin' steamed, boy?"
"GODDAMMIT, I SAID MY NAME IS HUBERT, NOT BOY!" In one fluid motion, he dropped the clipboard and his shotgun slipped out from under his arm. A dozen rounds punched into the Wolvark called Bubba, and he fell with blood spurting from his wounds.
"He killed Bubba! Get 'im!"
Poorly aimed ammunition spewed from all directions. Hubert couldn't jump, not with his legs, but he could duck.
Rounds flew over his head, some even hitting other Wolvarks. Bodies flew, and Hubert spun the shotgun around and clubbed a Wolvark over the head with it. He fired off a few rounds, then grabbed one of Bubba's bomb packs and set it off on his body.
Bubba exploded, and the explosion propelled the other now activated bomb packs around the room. Hubert ran as bombs exploded, and a voice now came over the loudspeaker. "Damn Slig's gone crazy! Take him out!"
A squadron of Wolvarks with machine guns and gas masks dropped down from the ramps, swiftly followed by two Wolvarks carrying squirming Sleg-filled sacks on their backs. A hundred "There he is!"s and "Get 'im, boy"s flew through the air, swiftly followed by the barks of both Slegs and machine guns.
Hubert ran. It was the only thing he could think of, and he fired wildly behind himself as he ran.
He backed through a door into the security elevator.
The loudspeaker activated again. "He's in the elevator! Get to the doors!"
Hubert slid another clip of shells into the shotgun and cocked it. "Come an' get it," he muttered.
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Fierce is the spirit of her waters
She creates us - binds us - flows in us
The fool who dare enslave her
Beware
She wash his life away
-Native Grubb Proverb
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