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Chapter 10: Talk about an acid trip

The sun rose, toast was buttered and cinnamon-sugared and eggs were fried. The smell of coffee roused everyone as they prepared for the day. Carmen sipped her coffee as everyone gathered around, collecting their food filled plates she had offered. She leaned on the counter watching everyone, such different beings coming together bonding as friends rather than coworkers. This was much different than when she hired henchmen. She felt she could trust them more than the traitorous goons from years past. She grumped at the memory of them easily trading her over for a plea deal when Interpol was involved.

Maybe this time, if she treats them like the family she desperately wants to bring home, just maybe they will prove more loyal, and she will trust them too like family. Hopefully this would be a worthy investment. “What’s on your mind? You look a bit puzzled.” Asta munched on her toast. Carmen looked up and smiled, “Oh I was just remembering the last time I had a team like this, let’s just say this is a major upgrade.” She winked at the carbuncle.

Drake whistled, “Alright! Listen up you degenerates: Let’s stick to the schedule, finish what you’re doing, we are wheels up in ten.” Carmen gave a thumbs up and rinsed out her cup. She grabbed her pack and her coat with hat from the coat closet by the door, finishing up with a tactical belt. She grinned to herself, she didnt have to remind them or anything. This investment was already paying for itself.

Soon they were all boarding the plane, Drake and Vasha making sure everyone was fastened safely to their seats and directed to where parachutes were in case of emergencies, since this was the first time everyone was in their plane. M, being paranoid, double checked everything in case of loose screws or bolts. “Flying makes you nervous, M?” Carmen asks, while M settled back in his seat. “I’ve made too many of these really easy accident jobs. I dont need this one adding to the list so I’m making sure nothing is wrong. Not that I don’t trust yer work, Drake, it’s just my job is to crash these on occasion and we don’t need that today.” Drake nodded with slight concern, “Much appreciated..”

A few short hours later, they landed at their destination. They made their way to the facility as Drake and Asta hung back, Asta booting up her laptop and activates her multiple weather radars. The other four make their way to the maintenance entry, Vasha breaking off towards the hangar. M slips in first, blending in with some shadows, and shifting shapes into one of the guards he saw pass by. He strides down the hallway, signaling the clear path.

Carmen and Lekir quickly sneak down the hallway to the room in question.

Lekir whispered, “So I hear you wanna name this thing Sir nibble-bottom? Or something? What kind of name is that?!” Carmen whispers back, “Oh my god thank you! Thats what I was saying!” M frowns and unlocks the next sentry point before the door to the Keter room, “Its name is Mister Nibblesworth. It’s very fuckin distinguished!” Lekir scoffs quietly, “Why not Rocky or Mittens?!” Carmen chimes in “Stormageddeon?” Lekir shakes her head, “No, some baby already named themselves that.”

Carmen uses one of the stolen codes to unlock the door. Lekir slips in as Vasha confirmed that she secured the helicopter. Lekir pauses and looks around, “Carmen, we got a problem. This room is empty.” Carmen frowned and stuck her head in and cursed, ”M! Check the schedules! They moved rooms! We need to see where they went!” The changeling grabbed a tablet from a wall guard console, going through it. “On it. Looks like they had issues with equipment decaying, they moved one floor up three rooms down the east wing.” Vasha blipped in. “Changing extraction point one floor up, east wing, three units over. Roger.” Asta checked the change in location, “Careful, there is a bit of an upstream gust coming from the south on that side of the building.” Vasha confirmed and made the adjustments on the controls.

The three changed course and raced up to the upper east wing, M transforming a few times into SCP-173, the concrete statue to scare away some newbie guards. They finally reach the door and heard equipment whirring like a saw. “M, do you see what experiments they have scheduled?” Carmen whispered, M checking the tablet, “Dismemberment and reconstruction research and observation.” Lekir scowled, “Reconstruction?? Are they building it? Or is it a healing thing?” Carmen shrugged, “Could be both for all we know. Too much on the file was redacted to be of any use.” M grinned and turned to Carmen, bouncing with anticipation, “Red! Can I Alucard them? Pleeease let me fuckin Alucard them!” He begged in a hushed whisper. Carmen facepalmed and waved him on, “Fine…. But no killing!” She hissed at him but he was already in his tentacled nightmare demon form, phasing through the wall, loudly growling out, “Hey kids! Who wants to see a dead body?!” followed by screams, violence and wet splatters then silence after a few moments. M opened the door for the two ladies, using a bone shard to pick his teeth. “Ugh, God Dammit M! I specifically told you absolutely no killing!! Dammit.. and dont tell me you were hungry! I already fed you breakfast!” Carmen crossed her arms, fuming at the changeling. Lekir stepped over some severed limbs, kicking an eyeball to the side. “Stand back, I’m going to create the exit!” She outstretched her hands and a sheet of ice quickly formed over the back wall and windows, giving a blast that shattered even concrete like glass. Carmen and M rushed over to the creature lying on its stomach on a table strapped down by metal restraints. One front paw was looking like it was pure bone as if the flesh was ripped away, yet the flesh was actually actively and rapidly growing onto the bones. A laser had been slicing the other front paw and a saw just severed a back leg by the knee, the limb falling to the floor and withering like a dead branch of driftwood. Patches of raw skin and damaged scales grew in patches of what looked like chemically burnt bog moss. Carmen checked the reactiveness of its eyes and found it to be completely unconscious. She winced and jerked back her gloved hand, the leather tips were eaten away by the acid and started to burn her fingertips. “Shit, they keep it doused in acid. Quick, get some heavy rubber gloves. We need to get these cuffs off of it. Is there any tarp or anything? The original transport plan needs changing, theres too much acid residue on it.” M finds some gloves and hands them to her, “They have this fuckin sling to take it from the vat to the table, looks like it is mobile. We could use it to get it to the chopper. From there we can fuckin find something at HQ to get it into one of the reinforced rooms.” He works on getting the back and hind restraints unhinged, Carmen works on the neck and front. “Huh. I thought it would be bigger.” M commented, bringing the mobile sling over to the table. Lekir helped reduce the acidic contact by a thin layer of frost over the places they needed their hands to be. “Are you seriously telling a dick joke right now?”

M made a show of looking offended, “I would never tell a dick joke about my sweet Mister Nathaniel T Nibblesworth Marshmallow Deathbringer Esquire the third…” Carmen groans, “You are not naming it that. Get that end and wrap it this way.” She secured her end of the sling straps. Vasha came up along side the blasted hole, “I heard you guys need a lift, your uber is here.” Lekir hopped in and helped reach across as M and Carmen guided the cargo sling on board. Once secured, a whole group of guards and military personnel rushed into the room. Lekir froze a barrier between them as Carmen was the last to climb into the aircraft. She turned to the guards and military and waved her hat with a grin, almost egging them on. Once the helicopter pulled away, they noticed more forces on the ground, “Drake, Asta, wheels up, they’re swarming!” Drake copied over the radio and the three sat back, panting as Vasha flew towards the HQ.

Carmen smirked, then grinned with a chuckle. M started to chuckle along with her. Soon all four were laughing. “I can’t believe we did that! Is it always like that?” Lekir laughed. Carmen sighed and still had her grin, “Yeah. It pretty much is. It’s the challenge that I usually look for. And this was admittedly a good one.” Vasha looked over her shoulder, “Next time you get the getaway chopper and I’ll steal the thing.” M chuckled, “Please, I saw you taking fuckin selfies with the unconscious guards you took out by the hangar. I was still hooked into the security feed long enough to see that.”

Once back at the HQ, M found a pallet jack and was able to move the creature to one of the reinforced rooms. Over the next few hours, as everyone else rested up and raided the kitchen and wine cellar in celebration, Carmen spent time with the sleeping creature. She had switched to her jeans and old tshirt with a leather workshop apron. She had on long rubber gloves, and had multiple boxes of baking soda, soda ash, a bucket of water and soap. She had spent hours neutralizing the acid and rinsing with soap and water.

M had come by to actually help out. “M, check this out. It has wings like a dragon, the tail too, and horns. But this bog moss is actually fur.” Carmen showed what she had already scrubbed.

As the acid was washed away, the regenerating had become more rapid. The skeletal paw was just missing scales and fur now. The nearly severed from limb had almost healed up and the hind leg was complete save some muscle still forming. “So the fuckin reconstruction was regenerative, not mechanic. Thats handy as fuck.” M mused, tilting his head, “I wonder if I could dye it a different color.. I ain’t feeling the red.” Carmen splashed him with a bit of water, “You’re not fashion dying this thing! Now get scrubbing, I haven’t gotten the hind end yet, under the tail. It’s too heavy for me to roll. I will need to get the underside soon.” M sighed and grabbed a sponge and a box of baking soda. “Yeah, yeah.. leave the ass end to me. I see what you did.” She tilted the head by the horns to reach a spot, her breasts just resting over the eyes.

“I honestly don’t know how long this sedation is going to last..” she started to say, as she felt the creature start to stir underneath her. She fell back onto her ass as the draconic eyes flash open. M had just lifted the tail and was begrudgingly scrubbing when the tuft ended tail suddenly pulled away from his grip and gave him a hard swat that sent him flying across the room.

Carmen yelled after him as she scrambled to her hooves. She watched the dragon like creature start to lift itself to all fours, shaking its head and letting out a menacing growl. It looks around slowly as M’s cackling could be heard somewhere around the far corner of the ceiling. Carmen dodged out of the way as she saw him leap from above at the creature, onto its back, tentacles wrapping around its limbs.

M was right about one thing, the size was smaller than once suspected. Once up and about, the creature could stand upright and be a foot or so taller than M himself. The creature easily plucked M from its back and slammed him onto the ground, near Carmen. M gritted his teeth in a shark like grin and just about did the same to the dragon creature. He fought and wrestled with the beast for roughly an hour. For the most part, M was thrown about like a rag doll while getting a few punches or so in, cackling like a kid at a fun park. M was just starting to tire a bit, and lunged towards it as it came close to swiping claws at Carmen, who had to dodge multiple times already. This time the claws contacted with M’s right shoulder and pec. M stumbled back and held his shoulder, wincing in disbelief.

“Ow?! What the ever loving fuck?!” He looked at his hand, covered in his blackish green shimmered red sludge-like blood. He stood up shakily and got hit in the opposite hip with a second swipe of the claws, knocking him down. M panted and got up on his hands and knees, watching the blood dribble a bit onto the floor in slight concern. Nothing has been able to touch let alone cut him like this. “M! Are you alright?!” He heard Carmen calling out to him as his vision felt off. His blurred vision saw her rushing towards him, he used his tentacles and effortlessly picked her up and out of the way, “Don’t you fuckin get near me! I got this!” Carmen protested but stayed where she was placed.

M ripped the rest of his shirt off and wobbled to his cloven hooves. The claw marks had cut into his flesh fairly deep and the wound edges started to look like the flesh was decaying like ash, only to have a glowing green glow follow it like slow burning embers as he healed himself, leaving fresh tender scars behind.

“Time to go nighty night, big guy. Sun’s lookin real low..” He growled, slowly picking up speed to tackle the beast. This action was met by the creature grabbing M’s head and slamming him back to the ground, sliding him along the now cracked concrete flooring. M coughed and wiped blood from his mouth, chuckling. “Okay.. okay. Time out.. I need a break.” He waved the creature off as he limped towards the exit, by Carmen. The creature roared at him, charging after the retreating changeling in deep bloodlust. Carmen looked around and instinctively grabbed a magazine that was on top of a moving box. Rolling it up, she gave a heavy swat to the creature’s muzzle as it passed her. The creature stopped in its tracks and looked at her in bewilderment. Carmen breathed heavy in anxiety, holding the rolled magazine like a sword. She gulps and shakes the magazine at it, “Yeah, thats right. Keep going and I’ll do it again! There’s no killing in my house!” The creature pinned its wolf-like ears back and sniffing her with its black canine nose, growling again. She squeaked and swatted it again. The beast scrunched its nose and stood upright, rubbing its muzzle with its hand.

“Did you actually hit me with a rolled up magazine?! Twice?!” It spoke with surprise. “You can talk?!” She screeched at it, taking a closer look at it…him. She looked him up and down, blushing and looking away quickly when realizing he was bipedal and very naked. “Why did you hit me with a rolled up magazine?!” She frowned, “You attacked us first when we were washing that acid off of you! You’re welcome, by the way!” The creature pointed towards the door where M had left. “I know why I attacked him! I wasn’t going after you! Thank you!” Carmen held onto the magazine tighter, “I protect my family! And if you go after him again, I’ll …I’ll call you a bad dog!” He growled low with a grin, looking at how her clothes were still wet from the washing, she already taken the apron off when M set her aside protectively. “You do and I may like it.” Carmen blushed again as he came closer. “Really now? Thats kinda kinky..” she smirked. “I’m Carmen Pondiego.” She tossed the magazine and held out her hand in greeting. He takes her hand and kisses it, “Always a pleasure, I’m Kiros Ashby.”

“And I cant fuckin believe that for five fuckin minutes I leave, I come back and you’re fuckin FLIRTING?! WHAT THE FUCK, Red?!” M stood in the doorway, covered in his bandages. He brushes his ginger hair out of his eyes and storms over to her, “What the hell did you do to him?! Did you somehow pour your horny monster fucker pheromones onto him or something?!” Kiros laughed, “That might have been me, I do have that effect on women.” M waves him off, “No, she’s just a horny ass bitch.” He calls everyone into the room, and once they all gathered, he paced with his hands behind his back, “A show of hands, who here has Carmen NOT fucked…” Only Asta blushed and shyly rose her hand, M pointed to the whole lot. “Case in point. They all knew her less than 48 FUCKIN HOURS!” Asta raises her hand again, “I’m just ace. I don’t go looking for sex…”

Kiros crosses his arms, raising an eyebrow at M, “Sounds like she knows what she likes and is respectful of preferences.. whats your excuse?” Carmen pipes up, “He’s just an asshole. And my brother in law.” Kiros points, nodding, “Gotcha. That actually makes sense. Now I have a bit of a favor to ask, if thats alright.. is there a shower I could borrow and possibly some pants?”

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