Rothman stared at the cock and its dripping load, some part of him was weighing up if life as a Squirrel man would be that bad, part of him wanted that cock so bad, wanted it thrust up his ass………and part of him was screaming for him to fight, to get out, resist.
Anton was rubbing his hands across Rothmans back and sliding his cock along the top part of his ass growling softly to himself. Mac had been right to change him this was going to be soooo good. Pay me crap will you he thought as he began to spread Rothmans buns apart.
A soft ‘ping’ interrupted them as the lift stopped at its floor. Before them stood a man Rothman could not see too well. Then suddenly everything was a blur of action, the man was roaring something, Anton was squealing and there was a sound of ripping metal then silence.
“Are you all right sir?” said a familiar voice. Rothman looked up into the face of Mr Dace his ‘cleaner’ “let get you cleaned up and dressed sir” Dace lifted Rothman liked he weighted nothing and carried him from the lift. Placing him carefully on a chair Dace returned to the lift and retrieved his clothes. Wordlessly Rothman dressed, though leaving off his tie.
Slowly Rothman became aware of his surroundings- he was in the cafeteria. It was empty of all but the ‘cleaning’ crew Dace had assembled. Guns, masks, tranqs, and other paramilitary gear lay on the tables. Rothman felt his face blush realising what the squad had seen.
“Here you go sir” Mr Brown said, Mr. Dace’s second. Rothman took the steaming cup from the 6’ 8” brick outhouse of a sociologist and nodded his thanks.
“Are they loose inside here then sir?” Dr Gabriel ‘Gabby’ Jones asked him. Rothman looked at the young lady and reminded himself she knew at least 430 different ways to kill him. No lies this time.
“I don’t know. As far as I was aware there were only 4. A badger-man, a black bear, a lion, and a second Badger who used to be Mac Blocker”.
“Blocker?” said Dace “that would explain his absence”.
“Turned traitor, so I injected him and left him in a lab cell. He could have got loose. I should of planned for it……damm” Rothman hung his head, he was so tired.
“Don’t blame yourself sir” Brown said calmly putting a friendly hand on Rothman’s shoulders “it was not you that let the virus out”
“Exactly. But I have to clean it up!” Rothman exclaimed “there are an unknown number of Animorphs out there. There is at least one rouge in here. I have only one team working on a cure and only your teams to help clean up”
“Well we will help contain it. According to the reports we are getting the bad weather tonight should keep the animals contained in the valley. Dr Ngyug Noc’s team should be in Otter Falls by now, her orders are to lock down and help where she can. All members of her team understand the risks”
“And the others?” Rothman felt better the coffee and Browns easy manner helped.
“We have 4 other teams out now sir” Jones answered “Team A is Dr Noc’s, Team B is starting from the mobile lab and fanning out looking for Dr. Morsie and the others; Team C is locking down the access roads with trees and debris. They have a chopper and are cleared for small blasting ops. Team D is in transit to the reservoir, they are taking samples of the water and helping Dr Summers calculate the spread factors”.
“You are very efficient” Rothman said with a genuine smile. Brown let out a deep laugh from his barrel chest
“That’s cos you pay us to be” he rumbled patting his meaty hand on Rothmans shoulder. Rothman could not help but smile.
“And yourselves?” he asked suddenly wondering why the chief cleaner was not cleaning.
“We have set up a base here in the level 1 Security office. I have taken command of the security force in the building”. Dace said “the place will be locked down within the next hour. All non-essential personal left will be escorted off the premises including janitorial staff etc.
“The virus Blocker seems to have put into the computer system is playing havoc with finding out who is left though” said a new voice. Brown moved back out of Rothman’s line of sight to reveal a slight younger man in camo gear, his name tag identified him as Blankan. He was leaning back on a plastic chair typing into a laptop “it ate the project files then started on anything related to it. We have security and building critical systems safe, but I don’t think your Half-life scores are going to make it” he grinned “sir”.
“Where’s Lee? The computers are his job” Rothman stated.
“Missing, sir. No fix” Blankan said.
A bleeping came from Dace’s phone. He answered it and ended the call with a simple ‘yes I understand’
“That was Dr Summers, there’s been an escape. Mac and the others are loose, they tried to make a deal but they don’t think he’ll go for it. We need to get you a safe location now. Let’s move people”. Rothman was surprised by the speed the team moved at and how quickly the huge pile of ordnance vanished. Duce handed him a small tranq pistol ‘in case’. They quickly moved out and were making good time along the corridors and then up the stairs since there were too many of them to take the lift.
Halfway to Level 1 the light blinked and then came back on.
“What the hell?” said Rothman. Duce didn’t get a chance to answer as his phone went.
“Shit” he mumbled into it and hung up, from the look on his face it was bad news.