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The eels were still flopping as the men screamed and shot like maniacs, shooting one another as much as the eels.
They never noticed the piggyback on their stream.
He moved swiftly, humming under his breath as he skipped along the gantry, his boots almost silent as he headed for the huge tower in the centre of the room, the gantry letting him slide behind it to become hidden from the madness below.
Star Wars, that's the name of the movie he was thinking of, they had watched them the other night, a marathon of giggles. He remembered the Luke dude fighting the black cloaked dude…yeah. Amazing how even way back then they knew these would one day power an entire base.
He felt in his pocket and removed the little piece of plastic, staring at it with renewed amazement as he crouched, now searching the myriad of holes for one this little archaic piece of tat might fit into, trying a few before a little light on the end of it started to pulse, showing it was connecting.
What had he called it? USB? A Trojan horse. He had looked this up in his data base, the only thing he had found about Trojans had been those silly birth control gloves. He made a mental note for an explanation.
He waited for a moment and then the light stopped, it went dead. He pulled it out as lights on the tower now started to turn off, fanning out from the source of the stick. Shit it worked faster than he thought it would. He rose and looked down at the chaos still ensuing as men writhed along with the eels, blood spilling from those wounded by their own colleagues, some also down due to the shocks from the engaged dying eels.
All this tech, all this future and ya know what?
We humans are such fucktards aren't we?
John Hart snorted as he placed the little stick back in his pocket and raised his VM to check the coordinates before winking away.
Might keep that little stick thing.
Handy.
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Kara was sitting in her Jeep listening to the radio, her fingers tapping on the steering wheel as she sang along.
"You have your Daddy's voice"
She turned to watch John Hart appear from the shrubbery, his look that of a satisfied man. Now she knew why Taddy had asked her to wait here "Hello there Captain."
"Mind you, your Taddy has a lovely voice too, you ever made them sing? Gods their screams would … sorry. Wrong path." He grimaced as she started to laugh and they took off at speed.
"Either in temper or pleasure, I have heard them scream Captain and believe me … it is terrifying" she informed him as she slowed and touched a little button pad in the visor like garage door opener, keying in a series of numbers so rapidly even his advanced sight could not keep up.
"What are you doing?"
"Making sure we don't splat" she said gaily as they zoomed thought he invisible bubble of protection and entered Paradise Cove.
"You are terrifying too" he assured her like a loving uncle, "Honest. I bet you could… what happened to the bonnet?"
"Stabby stabby" she sang and he blinked, then snorted as he shook his head.
"John, is there a way to scan for other VMs? Dad said no but I know you have a more modern hybrid on your wrist." She asked after a while, the greenbelt along the side of the road moving as Weres kept up with her, her mate one of them. He hummed as he said he would think about a way.
"What's it like?" he asked after a while.
"What?"
"Fucking one of them" he said sagely, "I love doggy sex, what's it like to have one that fucks back?"
"You know, that is really creepy" she roared with mirth, her head falling back as she turned the corner and he sighed as he wondered if she were as much a spitfire as her father had been at that age.
"See the one on the far end" she pointed as they halted and the Were emerged to line up like good sentries. "He's not bonded, they don't do the gay thing as much as we do. He has been scenting you."
"Ooooo" John shivered, "He's big."
"Yep, they all are" she said dreamily, channelling her father again as she smiled wistfully "Built."
John clambered out and swaggered over to the Were, "Let's see you in human form, but…ya know… I like this one too."
Ahhhhhhh….. a blonde.
Score.