mercenaries short 1 - Cat from the Dead
#2 of Mercenaries
contains some strong language and some minor gore aspects
after a fatal mission, something odd happens in the basement of the P.R.I.D.E organisation
something written just to test out a new format. might do another if this is well recieved
first time writing, so feedback is much appreciated!
Mercenaries series short 1: Cat from the dead Written by SootyLion 31/03/2020
Characters portrayed belong to SootyLion
The body of the lion laid there on the stainless-steel table of the Base' multipurpose medical facility, dry eyes vacantly staring out towards the ceiling panels of the small room. the door slowly slid open with a gentle hiss and a black and white border collie entered the room. she laid her brown armoured chest piece on a spare table and stepped forward to the motionless feline.
As she gazed at his soulless eyes, she took a breath before letting it out in a heavy sigh.
".......sorry, Prince" was all she could utter. The canine quickly regained composure and placed a paw on the corpse' brow, gently closing his eyes and held them there. Rummaging in a nearby tray she pulled out a pair of pennies and placed them on the eyelids of her fallen colleague. Making a cross gesture, she slumped on her stool.
"can I come in, Mable?" came a voice from the doorway. the dog' ears pricked up as she turned. A tall muscular Clydesdale stood in the doorway. she still wore her chest piece and shoulder pads over her desert camouflage, greyed hair drooping over one eye, only pinned by the red beret atop her head. It was clear she hadn't made an attempt to settle down as her black and white splotched coat was still covered in dust and specks of rubble.
The Collie shrugged "might as well, Aggy" sighed Mable kicking out another stool from under the table."not like I have any company in here."
The equine walked in, her hooves causing a series of metallic clanging from the bloodstained floor. She leaned her rifle against the wall before she sat, placed her hand on the Medic' shoulder and leaned in, kissing her on the cheek, making the collie smile slightly.
"it was quick," she said solemnly, patting Mable on the knee.
"a bullet to the head causing a quick death, who knew," came the sarcastic but jokey reply from the Canine
"hmm.......at least he didn't suffer" Agatha ran her hand over the bodies blonde mane "at least his mind is finally at rest"
The medic pressed a small button on her earpiece and a small projection screen activated. It showed for a moment a red cross on a solid green screen a few feet from them before switching to the desktop. Tapping a few icons, Mable brought up an autopsy report.
"as you can see, I've already typed up some of the basics, as if I needed to," she began. "name, age blah blah blah, death caused by 30 calibre gunshot wound to the head" she pointed to the bloody hole in the lion' forehead, completely ignoring the diagram on screen. "full report to be completed at a later point"
The screen faded with another tap to the earpiece.
Agatha nodded silently before sitting forward.
"I'm going to head back up top, still need to update the PRIDE database on lost recruits. Coming?"
Mable shook her head. "not for a while. I want to finish up down here, get the reports and cleaning over and done with"
The Horse give a stifled laugh and shot the Medic a smirk. "since when does your practice get cleaned?"
All she received was a poked-out tongue and a flick of the bird in return.
With one last look at the deceased she stood up, kissing her Partner again "love you, Mabs" before walking out of the area, the door closing with a hiss and a click. Not seeing a need to keep smelling up the place, Mable gently pushed the table into one of the connecting freezer units and locked it.
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A couple of hours passed and the final bits of paperwork had been typed up and uploaded to the various databases. Mable had dozed off some time ago at her make shift desk in her "office". She woke to the sound of flies festering around her half-eaten dinner, brought down by her wife. She leaned back in her chair and gave a long drawn out yawn, slumping once again after stretching. Looking at the clock, she realised she must have been down long after her bedtime and decided it was time to head top side, likely to Agatha' quarters.
BANG
"FUCK FI BOB OCHR!" Mable cursed, Jumping and immediately froze in place at the sound. She looked around. Nothing.
"anyone down here, make ya self know," she spoke, an intimidating tone to her voice. She reached back a grabbed a large syringe, whatever its content it would have to do. She listened carefully, waiting.
BANG
The noise came again. The collie could have sworn it was coming from inside the room. She scanned the unsanitary surroundings of the medical room before a series of frantic banging began disturbing the silence. They seemed to be coming from the freezing unit.
It was cold, dark and silent, save for the sound of his breath as he woke up from what felt like a very deep sleep. The lion tried to sit up only to suddenly recoil back down as his head appeared to strike whatever confines he had found himself in.
"BOLLOCKS!" was all he could say. He tried to reach up and rub his head, but another bang sounded and a shockwave of pain was sent through his arm.
The feline started to breath frantically and panicked. He started shaking inside whatever box he was in, causing a rumbling of steel to echo. Kicking and flailing, the noises grew louder until a near blinding light shone through near his feet. ********************************************************************
Mable pulled out the sliding table from the freezer, and almost immediately the body she had autopsied only hours ago sprung up, shivering, hugging himself due to the cold. The canine herself practically leaping backwards dropping her makeshift weapon. She could not believe what she was seeing, frozen in place with a look of curious terror on her face.
The lion looked at her
"Mmmm..mm....MABLE!" he yelled between chattering breathes. "What is...going on? Another of your...bastard jokes?" he spat, doing his best to warm himself up.
"Sooty? But....impossible," was the only reply she could muster. She approached slowly, not once taking her eyes off the resurrected cat. Save for a touch of frost over his light grey form, he looked completely fine. The wound in his forehead had disappeared as if no bullet had struck him at all.
"W..W..WHAT?" he snapped. "y..y....you..you seen a g..ghost or somethhhhing?"