08-28-2018, 07:08 PM
An entire gator cadaver was what he had donated to his employer last. That was, what, two weeks ago? Nothing had been given to her since then, and now that the spider had disappeared (whom also aided the boss in her efforts), the supply of body parts likely shriveled.
That meant additional effort was needed. Gizzards and stomach chunks could only get you so far. Fresher, better portions were required.
A leather attaché encircled the mongrel’s midsection, inside containing a flask, a few scraps of food, an a rather sharp curved blade meant for dismemberment. An unlucky sap was gonna lose a limb. An unlucky sap from the Ascendants. It was the perfect operation. All the eggheads that were cooped up inside that observatory of theirs weren’t going to hear the yowls of agony emanating from his amputee-to-be. No offence to the group was intended; the whole science-y aspect to them, you had to look up to it. But, the enterprise they had running meant that somebody would easily be in the right place at the right time, a factor which Leroy hankered for.
The plan was simple: get in, get a limb, and get away scot-free. It would be humorous he obtained someone’s back-left leg, as that was the same appendage that was injured on his own frame (that damn gator). Hobbling along on his three that worked, the Irish wolfhound chose the penumbra cast from a tree along the contour of the canopy as a site for his little stakeout. Once a victim came along, he’d strike, first with wit, then with violence.
Murder was not his intent.
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That meant additional effort was needed. Gizzards and stomach chunks could only get you so far. Fresher, better portions were required.
A leather attaché encircled the mongrel’s midsection, inside containing a flask, a few scraps of food, an a rather sharp curved blade meant for dismemberment. An unlucky sap was gonna lose a limb. An unlucky sap from the Ascendants. It was the perfect operation. All the eggheads that were cooped up inside that observatory of theirs weren’t going to hear the yowls of agony emanating from his amputee-to-be. No offence to the group was intended; the whole science-y aspect to them, you had to look up to it. But, the enterprise they had running meant that somebody would easily be in the right place at the right time, a factor which Leroy hankered for.
The plan was simple: get in, get a limb, and get away scot-free. It would be humorous he obtained someone’s back-left leg, as that was the same appendage that was injured on his own frame (that damn gator). Hobbling along on his three that worked, the Irish wolfhound chose the penumbra cast from a tree along the contour of the canopy as a site for his little stakeout. Once a victim came along, he’d strike, first with wit, then with violence.
Murder was not his intent.
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