"Goldie, no!" shouted Sam as he tried to tackle the husky out of the way of the swinging log. The world turned black as the log struck him.
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Agent Johnson was trying to rustle up one of the park helicopters to take the two agents to where Max was, despite Katie assuring him that the huskies had the whole thing well in hand. It wasn't the FBI way not to be involved. What a good deal the transformation was, he thought, as skunks had excellent night vision and, ironically enough, good senses of smell. And, he thought, we have a chemical weapon as actually part of our bodies. He couldn't wait to tell the guys on the Pepe le Pew fansites about this. I wish Agent Sherman would be taking a more positive attitude.
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There was nothing like the feeling of regen, Zack thought. From agonizing pain to full health in less than a second. It always took a few moments to reorient himself.
But he wasn't going to get more than a few moments, as the com unit in his ear went off. "Zack, this is Harry! You OK?"
"Never better--regen was outstanding as always. You catch that wolverine bastard yet?"
"No, and now the FBI is trying to get into the park, claiming that a guy named Max is a serial killer in the park. We're assuming the same guy."
"Jeez, a serial killer? OK, well let me get a crack at the bastard. I owe him."
"You're not the only one--we found Susan, the she-bear. He really did a job on her, though she'll live."
There was a pause, as both Zack and Harry thought the same thing. Finding the wolverine wasn't going to be the end of the park's troubles.
"Alright" said Zack. "I'll be out there to help hunt the little weasel down." (Technically, wolverines are weasels, so Zack was correct in his usage.) "Tell everyone to watch out for traps, particularly now that its dark."
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If Charlotte was furious, Naomi was incandescent with rage. "That, that, that male!" she snarled. She felt particularly awful because she had been the one that had decided to contact the Minotaur rather than go to the press or the cops. Charlotte knew better than to say "I told you so." She held her partner in her arms and gently petted her to calm her down.
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Chad slept, her dreams filled with huge, hairy bucks with huge racks of antlers. Another part of their anatomy was large and hard as well. A smile slowly appeared on her face.
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Wally slept the sleep of the exhausted, his arm curled around Terry. The comfort of being surrounded by other rabbit morphs meant his sleep was the most peaceful he had ever known.
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Agent Sherman's new male voice crackled over the intercom. "You're Harry, the 'lead husky?'" The contempt dripping from his voice was unmistakeable. "This is agent Sherman of the FBI. We're taking over this case. Your people, if that's the exact word I'm looking for, are under my command."
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Goldie stood over Sam's crushed, barely breathing body. "Just hold on" she said "Please don't die. Please don't die." Tears rolled down her cheeks. For a moment, her concern for her friend dominated her mind. She wasn't thinking about what a terrible husky she was and how she wasn't worth saving. For the first time in either Goldie's or James's life, she wasn't thinking about herself at all.
Goldie strained ever nerve listening for the sound of a helicopter to carry Sam to regen, or at least for the twins to come to their rescue. But her senses picked up something else approaching. The scent of a wolverine.