The three guards, finished with Anton and Anton was not exactly pleased with what he was, but he wasn't exactly displeased either.
Blocker the Badger said, "Here's the code that will get you out of here, Anton. It will bypass all the security measures. It's a 'skeleton key' I built into the system. I want you to get out of here, run as far as you can and hide as much as you can. If you get a chance, find a nice young woman or squirrel-woman and settle down and mate, just be sure you do that a couple of hundred miles from here, I don't know how long it will be until they start sending out hunters and cleaners."
Anton nodded.
"Now get on out of here. Be careful and have a nice life, OK kid? Now go on, scoot!" Blocker said in his gruff way.
Anton left.
George looked over at Blocker, "Why did you do that?"
"Simple enough, George, the more of us there are out there now, the more the world is gonna have to accept us. If good ol' Anton goes out there and doinks as many women and men as he can, there'll be a whole bunch of squirrle-people they're going to have to chase. Likewise, if I fuck as many humans or badgers as are willing, there'd be more badger-people the humans are going to have to try to round up. Eventually, there will be too many to round up and they'll just have to accept that the planet is populated by animorphs. Our survival and freedom now depends on it. Nothing else matters except food and shelter. Money means nothing until we're allowed to use it again. Think about it, could any of the three of us walk into a Kwiki Mart and buy a Squishy? That's why we have to get to Rothman and whoever's in control of this project and make them like us. I hate Rothman, but once he's one of us, he won't have any choice, will he?" Blocker the Badger said.
"So what are you going to do?" Billy said, swishing his long puma tale behind him.
"Simple. You, George or I, whichever one gets to him first, is going to pounce on him and fill him full of our DNA. The other two get to hold him down and watch the third take his time. Remember guys, this is revenge and survival, if we didn't need him, I'd just rip his guts out. Get a cooler and put those animal samples and the two vials of virus into a cooler. Those scientist who started this all are probably animorphs by now or dead. There isn't any more of this stuff left so we've got to catch and inject as great a variety and as many animals and humans as we can get out claws on. The greater the number, the better our chances, right?"
George got a look on his face.
"You're right, Mac, I just wish it didn't have to be this way." George said.
"I do too, Papa Bear! But we didn't choose this. If it hadn't been for Rothman, we'd be in the Bahamas by next week, relaxing with some beautiful women who just want us for our money and would do anything for us. Now, we will find mates and males to change into our kind and live in the forests until we can return to the 'civilized world'."
"Now, let's cause a little animorph chaos. Get the guns from the lockers. If we take a room full of scientist captive, we fuck some, we inject others and then we release them with the 'skeleton key' into the wild. We'll shut down the power grid and wait outside of Rothman's ivory tower, sooner or later, Rothman's gonna have to come out and we'll be waiting." Mac said with a growel. "Once he's one of us, he'll turn that brilliant, but sadistic mind of his toward animorph preservation. Mac growled and motioned the others to follow.
The three left Norcott's lab with a small ice chest.