Originally Published: 7/30/01
"Floyd, get a level 3 containment field around this object!" Darian shouted. "Containment field active," the computer toned. "Do you wish to activate quarantine protocols?" "No thank you, not at this time" said Darian. "But if you detect any increase in energy levels from this thing, this whole level gets evacuated. Understand?" "Oui, monsieur", Floyd answered. Darian would have to look into who was teaching Floyd to speak French. He leered at Skitch, who's crystalline body had turned blood-red. "I-I don't know what happened, boss, Skitch stammered. "I was just talking to Broxy, said something about you being here to see this, and wham! Here you are in the flesh. Pretty cool huh?"
Salyenka's Apartment
Chal could feel the pheromones working, like a huge weight pressing against his body. He was weakening by the second, as Salyenka moved closer. He closed his eyes, waiting for the feel of her avian body, but it never came.
Chal's eyes widened in fear as Salyenka let out a primal scream; her form arched back in pain, her talons grabbing at her throat. The jewel set in the base of her neck was glowing, and Chal felt the release of the pheromones. He bounded off the bed, and raced to the doorway. Grabbing his clothes in a panic, he bolted out the door, leaving Salyenka alone in agony.
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