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And now, the conclusion.
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KT1972 and Daniella T stood outside the medical bay, trying their best to not pace the floor. ElectricWhite stood between them. Her eyes were slightly glazed – the pain killer the vet had given her had finally begun to work. The other two Gatchamaniacs took turns scratching behind EW’s ears or rubbing her neck – anything to dispel some of their nervous energy.
Security Chief Anderson came through the double doors to the sick bay. “Everybody will be all right.” he said before starting off toward his office.
EW let out a small “Oof.” The chief smiled, patted her on the head, and started walking away.
The German Shepherd-sized dingo darted ahead of him and then stood before him, blocking his path. She glared up at him and let out a series of swooshing barks and growls. Anderson gave her a perplexed look.
“I think she’s wanting more details.” Daniella explained.
“And she’s speaking for all of us.” KT added.
“I really don’t think – ouch!” Anderson examined his fingertips, making sure EW hadn’t broken the skin.
“You’d better start filling us in,” KT said in a carefully measured tone, “or the dingo won’t be the only one biting you!”
A different expression flickered across Daniella’s face for just a second. KT noticed and frowned at what she saw.
EW gave the chief a warning growl. Anderson let out a sigh. “All right,” he finally said, “they had cyanide poisoning.”
Three sets of eyes grew wide and three gasps filled the air.
“But they’re responding well to the antidote. They’ll be all right.”
“Are you sure?” DT asked, “You’re not saying that to make us feel better?”
“I’m not saying that to make you feel better.” he replied, “Now, I must get going – our scientists are working on reversing the effects of the Mudar device.” With that, he left.
As soon as the chief was sufficiently down the corridor, KT stepped closer to Daniella. “What the hell was that?” she hissed.
“What?”
“When I said we might bight him, you got a huge grin!”
“Really? I had no idea.” DT tried but failed to sound innocent.
“You won’t do any bit of good if you keep having fantasies about him!”
“What makes you think –?”
“Everybody knows you have a crush on him.”
“It’s not like that.” Daniella said with a mixture of a scoffing snort and a nervous giggle. She turned her eyes to EW, hoping to get some canine sympathy. “It’s not.”
With slightly dopey eyes, EW gave Daniella a look that clearly expressed her opinion: Seriously? Oh, please!
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Littlewolf and ElectricWhite found themselves on an examination table the next day. LW sat at attention while EW, who was no longer in the canine wheelchair, laid beside her as comfortably as possible.
Just outside the room were G-Force, Security Chief Anderson, Daniella T, KT1972, and Becky Rock. The chief stood back a bit, holding a small, boxy device that looked something like a blood glucose monitor while Mark, Princess, Tiny, and Keyop tried to pry Becky the bonobo off Jason. DT and KT stood back, not sure what to do and feeling awkward.
“Jason, it looks like you’ll just have to hold her when I use the deactivation device.” the chief finally said when the rest of the team started showing fatigue.
“You mean she’ll hold me.” Jason groaned, “She hasn’t let go of me ever since we fought that stink bug mecha.”
“Let’s go in.” Anderson stepped through the door. Jason started to follow, but his jeans suddenly dropped to his ankles. He struggled to reach down to pull up his jeans while the bonobo hung on to him. And, in addition, she decided it was the ideal time to cop a feel.
He let out a frustrated growl and quit trying to retrieve his jeans. With his free hand, he grabbed Becky’s chin, held her head steady, and glared into her eyes. “Keep your hands – all four of them – away from there.” he growled. She gave him a quick peck on the lips.
Becky stayed still while Jason pulled up his jeans and zipped up. Tiny stifled a chuckle until Jason had gone into the examination room.
“What’s funny?” Keyop asked.
“I looked up bonobos after we got out of the sick bay last night.” Tiny explained, “They’re the horny hippies of the primate world!”
“What do you mean by that?” Daniella asked.
“When they’re stressed, they have sex. When they’re sad, they have sex. When they’re happy, they have sex. If they have a dispute, they settle it with sex....”
“So Jason should be thankful Becky’s been so shy this whole time!” KT laughed.
“Yup.” Tiny replied.
Meanwhile, the chief and Jason (with Becky still hanging on) stepped into the examination room to find littlewolf had hopped off the table and had gone over to the cabinets against the far wall. She went over to a jar of tongue depressors. ElectricWhite let out a low growl. LW then went to a box of gauze bandages. EW let out another growl. Then LW went to a shelf full of sheets. EW let out a cheerful Yip! and wagged her tail.
“Fascinating.” Anderson breathed as he watched the dingos. He slipped the device into his lab coat pocket.
LW pulled a folded sheet off the shelf and carried it over to the table. After a couple of attempts, she tossed it up onto the table. She took a few steps back, getting ready to jump up.
EW growled. LW tipped her head, looking confused. EW gave a hard stare toward the shelf. The dingo on the floor slowly went back to the shelf, repeatedly looking back for any other input. She reached the shelf and pulled another sheet off.
Yip!
Carrying the sheet in her mouth, littlewolf dashed back toward the table and, before she got there, leapt into the air. But only her top half cleared the table. Her front paws scrabbled for a hold while her hind legs kicked wildly in the air. She started to slide.
But then a pair of hands grabbed her just below the shoulders and lifted her onto the table. LW dropped the sheet, turned to face her rescuer, and wagged her tail.
“You’re welcome.” the chief replied, sounding a bit amused.
EW busied herself with the first sheet, using her front paws and muzzle in an attempt to unfold it.
“What the hell –?” Jason muttered.
Anderson quietly watched. He took the sheet from EW, unfolded it, and covered her below the shoulders.. She made a gesture that any dog lover would interpret as throwing a kiss.
“Ah, I think I understand!” he finally said, “The last time the Project Mudar device’s effects were reversed, littlewolf wasn’t wearing any clothes....”
LW’s eyes grew wide at this. She dove under her sheet and shimmied until everything but her nose was covered.
Jason stepped over to EW. “I don’t know why you’re worried.” he said in a hushed tone, “You don’t have anything exceptional – youch! Damn!” He checked his free hand for any broken skin.
Becky reached over, pulled his hand to her, and kissed the boo-boo.
“Thanks.” Jason said, “But you still don’t get any free feels.” Becky made a disappointed noise.
“All right.” the chief said, “We’d better do this before you get your hand bitten off.”
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It was an ideally warm day at the Gatchamania.net site as several members relaxed on an outdoor deck. They enjoyed the sun while taking in the snow-covered vistas surrounding them.
ElectricWhite was in her wheelchair, just beginning to doze off while Daniella T, KT1972, Becky Rock, and littlewolf reclined in chaise lounges....
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