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The creature was obviously still twitchy, and shrunk away from Madison's hand, but in attempting to do so, she collapsed to her knees, prompting a gasp from the creature and the contents of her torso to begin to push through the gaps in the makeshift wrappings. Whilst her apparently fear had driven her obedience up to that point, the cryptid was coming to the end of even what her own strange biological processes could continue to operate under, which so many of her muscles currently sliced open or shredded by gunfire. She tried to raise herself up a couple of times, before eventually admitting defeat. She could not move any further.


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Oren shut off her phone screen and hissed in annoyance, disregarding Issac's attempts at goading the hunters (even to the point that she neglected an opportunity to bring up his own shortcomings) due to what she had just heard.

"That canadian shithead just got himself turned. And Rafael for some reason thinks that he can order me to go and deal with the mess whilst he fucks off to the safehouse to go and comb his pervert moustache or something. If we stopped here, what exactly could we do? We have no bloodbags, we have minimal people, I'm bleeding all over my damn clothes, and I'm a fucking researcher. SCION promised they'd not send me into the field in the first place, let alone spending decades becoming an authority on cryptobiology just so some jumped up magician could talk to me like I'm his assistant!"

She was gripping the phone so tightly cracks began to spider across the plastic casing. It had not been a very good day.