Fur Clad, Club Wielding
The creature, he thinks, should have been dead a long time ago for reasons that seem, not so obviously, of her own choosing. Her banyan cove will go the way of all the other coves. A kind of trick played by nature that for all her glory, all her prowess her defeat lies within the very soil she walks. For her, the chemicals are more destructive than any predator's fight. Cooper looks out the window. He senses a strong control in himself as to who or what is the creature. Whether she held good or evil intelligence, he couldn't tell. It didn't matter anyway. His mind doesn't work in two's like that. "What time is it?" Cooper asked. "It's the dawn of time." Carter focuses on his weapon, as if its shine carries a special message, revealed only to him. "Is that gun loaded?" "What do you think." This type of communication wasn't on Cooper's agenda at two o'clock in the morning, especially this morning. "I know what it is." Cooper says, even though he has to try to look unconcerned. He tells himself: this beast is not a killer. Don't think of the ocean; don't think of the sulfur in the air. "What do you think it is?" Carter became serious. "I can tell you what it wasn't." "OK…" Carter waited. "Fur clad and club wielding." "Very funny. You are feeling safe because we're four stories up and these walls are three feet thick." Yes, this lab fortress must stand up to this force, and protect.
The creature, he thinks, should have been dead a long time ago for reasons that seem, not so obviously, of her own choosing. Her banyan cove will go the way of all the other coves. A kind of trick played by nature that for all her glory, all her prowess her defeat lies within the very soil she walks. For her, the chemicals are more destructive than any predator's fight. Cooper looks out the window. He senses a strong control in himself as to who or what is the creature. Whether she held good or evil intelligence, he couldn't tell. It didn't matter anyway. His mind doesn't work in two's like that. "What time is it?" Cooper asked. "It's the dawn of time." Carter focuses on his weapon, as if its shine carries a special message, revealed only to him. "Is that gun loaded?" "What do you think." This type of communication wasn't on Cooper's agenda at two o'clock in the morning, especially this morning. "I know what it is." Cooper says, even though he has to try to look unconcerned. He tells himself: this beast is not a killer. Don't think of the ocean; don't think of the sulfur in the air. "What do you think it is?" Carter became serious. "I can tell you what it wasn't." "OK…" Carter waited. "Fur clad and club wielding." "Very funny. You are feeling safe because we're four stories up and these walls are three feet thick." Yes, this lab fortress must stand up to this force, and protect.
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