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The rain continued to pour down onto Markis Island, making the well-let streets devoid of life... aside from one male. The frightened creature ran for his life, turning back every so often to the empty street behind him. It was only a few minutes ago that he had been at a party, working himself into either a drunken state or a woman's panties, whichever came first. That quickly changed when two mysterious creatures, both clad in head-to-toe, virtually seamless rubber suits, walked in and began to make out with the first two furs that they came in contact with. That part had been normal enough, it was spring break and that meant that most inhibitions had been forgotten at the mainland.

What happened next, however, was anything but normal as the boyfriend of one of the two furs being made out with tried to step in and break it up. The rubberized feline grabbed the minotaur by the forehead and forced him down to his knees, at the same time his fingers wrapping around the surprised male's face as the digits thinned and started to push into his nostrils, ears, and mouth. The creature's palm flattened and filled in the gaps between the fingers and within seconds the bull's face was completely covered in shiny rubber as his body knelt there limply. Several of what he assumed was his friends tried to intervene, only to meet similar fates as tentacles sprouted from his back and chest and wrapped around their heads and groins. One of them had been most unfortunate and fell between the creature's knees, the foot-long rubber cock quickly stretching and stuffing itself into his mouth as two more tendrils snaked out behind his sack and jammed themselves into the poor guy's ears.

Chaos erupted as people who were closest to them either ran away from them to escape or ran towards them to try and help the other partiers while those in back continued to scramble to see what was going on. When the rubber cat released the female he had attached his face onto in the beginning she stumbled away, holding onto her swollen midsection as she fell to her knees. A raccoon man with several glowsticks on his body grabbed onto her in order to help her back up, but as he did so the woman's body convulsed as a tentacle of greenish blue rubber snaked out of her mouth and into his. Not only did the rubber push down over his throat but it quickly engulfed his face as well, spreading outward while a secondary tentacle branched out and snagged a second man who had turned to run, wrapping around his neck and pulling him back.

That was ten minutes ago, and as far as the monitor lizard knew he was the only one left unchanged as he raced back to his bungalow. He knew the creatures weren't far behind him; they had been trailing him in the rain ever since he managed to escape the crowd and get back into the streets. His breathing became shallow as he pushed himself past his usual running limit, the still fresh images in his mind spurring him on. They were terrifying, yet as he got onto the street where he had rented a bungalow with his best friend he couldn't help but feel certain... arousal from it too. There was no mistaking that after a certain point the victims were awash in immense pleasure, to the point where some of them had begun to masturbate as the rubber covered their entire bodies.

Delta shook his head and took one last look around as he reached the door to his place, rain dripping off his scales as he tried to catch his breath. He could feel his heart race in his chest as he fumbled for the door keys, hearing the sounds of low groaning in the not too far distance. For a second his trembling fingers almost dropped them, the water dripped off the metal as he found the right one and slid it into the slot. With a miraculous click it opened, and he whipped open the door and nearly dived inside before he spun around and closed it behind him.

For a second he rested his forehead against the cool wood, thunder booming in the background as he let himself catch his breath. The room was silent, aside from the rain the hit the glass as he stood there in the darkness. As he continued to wait for a few seconds, he breathed a small sigh of relief when he heard his potential pursuers continue onward. "Colton, we need to-" he started to call out as he turned back around, only to have his eyes widen.

Standing right in front of him was what used to be his friend, his familiar donkey body covered head to toe in a layer of shiny silver and white rubber. He opened his mouth to scream, but the second his lips parted the rubberized creature darted forward and locked his muzzle onto his. Almost immediately he tasted rubber as it flooded his mouth, forcing its way down his throat. Even though he knew he was doomed his eyes pleaded with his former friend, even as he began to be overwhelmed with pleasure. The only thing he could see back though was his own reflection in the silver visor in the 'mask' the donkey wore, which allowed him to watch himself as rubber began to leak out of his eyes and ears.

Delta's body was converted in less than a minute, the rubber outside his body spreading like wildfire down his slender form. It tightened around him like a second skin, the liquid almost seeming to massage his body with gentle caresses as it assimilated him to his new life. A reassuring voice in his mind told him that everything was going to be alright, as well as instructing him in his new life as a rubber servant. As his body and mind were consumed he felt strangely alright with it, his cock surging in length as the rubber covered it, then continued to grow in length until it matched the donkey's cock and began to wiggle on its own accord as their rubber tentacle tongues entwined with one another.

Good slave...

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Hale gasped as he was awoken by a peal of thunder, bolding upright and causing the thin blanket around his form to fall to the side. As his eyes adjusted to the light he saw that he was inside a small room, wooden-walled and surrounded with what appeared to be maps of the entire resort complex. His throat was sore; thankfully as he looked around for relief he spotted a glass of water on the table next to him. Without thought he grabbed it and drained the entire thing, then set the empty container back on the table as he let the cool liquid sate his burning skin.

Once he had a chance to get his bearings he got out of bed, though he stopped as his foot banged against a heavy copper pot that was on the floor. As the arctic wolf rubbed his toe he looked down at the offending object, seeing that the container was filled nearly to the brim with a shiny white substance. Curious, Hale giggled the pot slightly once more, only to find that the contents were completely solid. The smell was definitely that of rubber, easily identifiable since he had smelled it already that night.

Hale once more got to his feet and stood up, his body sore as he began to move to the roughly hewn door. He could hear voices on the other side as he approached, two of them he recognized as Bryan and Loki's while the other two he had never heard before. That was all he could discern, even when he pressed his ear up against the wood to see if he could hear what they were talking about. After a few seconds of futile listening he backed away to open the door.

But before he could reach the door a sudden lightheadedness overwhelmed him, his body hitting the doorframe with a loud thud as he clutched his head. His vision blurred, then went black for a second before he was able to see once more in a blurry state. Around him his surroundings had changed dramatically, from a rustic cabin room to an almost futuristic looking computer room. When he blinked the angle changed, this time able to see what looked like some sort of platform near the center of the circular room. There were two figures there, one large and one small, both of them nothing more than shadowy blobs.

The next instant he was back, breathing hard as he blinked several times. He was half-laying down on the floor, feeling someone against his back and strong arms around his chest. It was Bryan, the husky holding him in his arms as he realized that several other people had surrounded him as well. There was Loki, the Tasmanian Tiger's face a mixture of relief and frustration. The second was an older turtle, cigar dangling out of his hooked mouth as he seemed to examine him with slight scorn. After a few seconds he remembered him from outside the convenience store right as the storms began.

"It seems you managed to make it to the other side after all." A low voice said as a light was suddenly shined in his eyes. "A little bit of a harmonic echo, but nothing to be afraid of I think." When the light receded he was nearly face to face with a snakeman, his reptilian yellow eyes looking him over. His scales were a coppery red, with a darker striped pattern that went down the hood that framed his face and down his body. "Your friend is very lucky that these creatures still required DNA from his semen in order to convert him, otherwise you may have dragged a rubber wolf in here instead."

"Who... are you?" Hale asked as he tried to sit up, doing so only with the help of both Bryan and Loki.

"Apologies, I am Dr. Marcovi." The snake replied as he sat back. "I work... or used to rather... at Sibergon Labs."

"Sibergon Labs?" Hale repeated, still getting his bearings. "The facility on the peninsula..."

"Correct." Dr. Marcovi said.

As Bryan helped Hale to his feet the scientist moved back to a bank of computers, with Loki hot on his heels. 'I don't get it, what is going on here?" He demanded. "What the hell are those things that attacked us?"

"There was an incident involving one of the experiments," the snake started to explain, "I can't really go into the details but our computer core's VI personality was partially corrupted by some sort of security protocol that was hiding in the material that we were studying. I thought I had managed to contain it in the facility, but I learned that two other infected scientists managed to escape with their security IDs. With the help of Mr. Simms here I've been trying to contain the spread, using his maintenance network to activate the containment failsafes that the lab installed into the resort. Unfortunately I'm only one man, and once enough people were converted it became a critical mass and impossible to control the spread of."

"That's what I don't get." Bryan said with Hale's arm draped around his shoulders. "You're a huge corporation, don't you have your own security or something to deal with this?! Our friends are out there right now and they could already have been turned into one of those monsters!"

"Settle yourself." The scientist said dismissively as he watched the screens, writing down notes in an electronic journal. "There were protocols in place in the event of an escaped infectious agent, but my guess is that because of the storm they can't implement any of them. Until the storm ends... I fear we're on our own."

There was a moment of silence between the groups as the cobra's words had the ring of finality to them. They all thought the same thing, which was that they were all alone on an island crawling with rubber monsters with no way out. "Never trusted that god-forsaken place." Simms muttered as he lit a new cigar.

"All hope is not lost." Dr. Marcovi said. "If we can get to the Rockpoint building, that very large skyscraper on the southern end of the island, then we can get to an evacuation point that they had used earlier to get all the high level scientists to safety. It's a longshot that it's still active, but at this point it is either that or wait here to get converted."

Hale suddenly remembered the helicopters that nearly clipped him earlier in the night, which were heading in a southern direction. "And you're going to let us come with you?"

"Of course." The cobra replied with a nod. "It would be foolish of me to go alone, especially with the number of them out there now. If we hurry we can beat the rubber horde before it has a chance to get too far south."

The others nodded and they began to go over their escape route, though Hale could tell that both Bryan and Loki didn't trust the other two at all. It wasn't surprising to him, especially since one of them worked for the facility that apparently caused all of this. Since he was still a bit groggy from his ordeal, the arctic wolf decided to move into the other room where the rest of their group was. After a reassurance to Bryan that he was ok he went through the door from the main room into an enclosed front porch, where Arnold, Yauchi, and Sebastian sat talking to one another.

"Look at you, back from the dead." The Asian dragon said as Hale sat down.

"I guess so." Hale replied. "The others are kind of busy at the moment, so I was wondering if you could tell me what happened when I blacked out?"

"A miracle is what happened." Sebastian said. "That rubber stuff started to cover you and Loki and Bryan were about to try and pull you away when that old dude came from out of nowhere and fired a strange gun at it. While I couldn't actually see anything come out of it the monster immediately let you go and began to flail on the ground. You should have seen it, I think like three feet of that thing's tongue was inside you when he shot it. Then he took out the other two and told us to drag you back here... it's almost midnight now, which means that you were out for about three hours."

As the three continued to tell him about the time he had lost Hale suddenly felt a tingling sensation shoot down his spine that caused him to jump slightly. It wasn't painful, and the more he tuned himself inward to the strange feeling the more he got a sense that something wasn't right. He looked at each of the three, who hadn't noticed his body tremor slightly, then back as his own body. The more he focused the more he could sense that something wasn't right, though his brain couldn't make the connection from what he was feeling to what he was seeing. All he knew was that something about the situation was very, very wrong.

It took Hale another minute to finally figure it out, and by that time the others had noticed his sudden quietness and asked him what was wrong. "Sebastian." Hale said suddenly, looking over the Lemur from head to toe. "It must be about ninety degrees in here."

"Yeah, so?" Sebastian replied.

"How come you still have your rainsuit on?" Hale asked simply. The other two turned and stared at their friend, who sort of shrugged before their continued looks made him reach for the zipper in order to take it off.

"The seams are gone..." Yauchi stated as they all quickly got up, stepping away from the Lemur as he continued to search for the missing openings.

"It's just... must have gotten stuck in the fight..." Sebastian said nervously, his voice wavering as he tried to pull off the rubber suit. Suddenly the dull green suit constricted around the lemur's body as though all the air was sucked out of it, which caused the other three to knock over chairs and tables as they backed away to the other side of the room. "Help!"

Arnold was about to comply, grabbing a machete that was hanging from the wall to try and cut him out. "Do not touch him." They suddenly heard above them, the unmistakable voice of the cobra coming out of a loudspeaker attached to a camera. "I am synthesizing a compound that is similar to the one that I used to extract the rubber from Hale, but if he surrenders his DNA before I have a chance to give it to him there will be nothing I can do so please distract him until then."

All three of them just stood there helpless as Sebastian continued to struggle against his rubber prison, his eyes wide with terror that could be seen through the clear plastic of the helmet. They could see the rubber shift, small swells pushing out across his body like snakes that slithered across his chest and back and down towards his groin. When he tried to open his mouth the rubber seemed to suck into it, coating his teeth and tongue and pushed backward into his throat. At first they thought he had begun to suffocate, though upon closer inspection it was actually muffled moans that they could hear instead of gasps. After that they realized that he wasn't struggling against the rubber, instead he was rubbing against himself as the material around his crotch began to constrict even more and outline his throbbing member as well as the tentacles that had surrounded it.

"You're his friends!" Hale shouted as he pushed them forward slightly. "Talk him down!"

"Yeah... so... remember when my sister went with us to the beach and her top came off and we saw her tits?" Arnold said as he scratched the back of his head and looked away from his encased friend, blushing at the lewd scene before him as his own pants began to tent slightly.

"He's bi you idiot!" Yauchi shouted as he smacked the bull in the chest. The two continued to bicker as Hale could only watch as the rubber that coated Sebastian's skin shifted and changed colors, patterning similar to the lemur's fur appearing on it. His rubbery cock had completely separated from his body, his needy hands instantly gripping it and stroking as the six-inch member began to inflate. In his mind he could sense that the lemur was losing the battle, his body wracked with so much pleasure from the full body massage that he was getting inside the altered rainsuit. The worst part was that even though he knew he should do something it was almost as if his body was completely paralyzed, unable to do anything but watch. As they locked eyes he could see the surrender in them, even when the clear plastic began to crystalize over until it looked like diamond.

The two others stopped arguing and turned to see their friend as his body convulsed, his hips thrusting into the air as he flopped to his side. When his tail flopped into the air they saw that the rubber had completely invaded his insides as well as his mouth, outlining every detail until it no longer seemed like a covering of his skin but rather the skin itself. The tentacles that had plagued his body were no longer content to stay within the covering either, several of them began to push out from his back and chest and wiggle in their direction. Hale felt his heart sink when he knew that Sebastian had been completely lost, replaced with a monster that began to eye them hungrily.

But before it could even get up a blue arc of electricity shoot out from the doorframe and hit the former lemur square in the chest. As the creature fell back against the couch they saw Simms standing there, what looked like a cross between a rifle and a laser in his hands. "It's only stunned, let's go." He said gruffly before turning back around and disappearing like a ghost.

Hale and the others wasted no time in getting off of the porch, the rubber creature's musculature still shifting and growing even as he laid there. As they were led to an attached garage they saw Bryan and Loki looking over weapons similar to the turtle's while Dr. Marcovi loaded supplies into a resort transport van that looked to be modified. There was a pause as they entered the room, an awkward silence filling the air before Loki and Bryan moved into the van. When the cobra came back out of the vehicle he was holding three full body suits with the faces cut out, which were covered with either silver, blue, or red scales.

"Wear these." Dr. Marcovi said as he handed one to each of them.

"Are you kidding me?" Arnold said. "After what happened to Sebastian you want us to put on these rubber suits?"

"They're not rubber." The cobra replied, sighing a little as though having to explain something to a child as they put on the suits. "These were developed at the same time we received the sample that is causing so much trouble. The polymer only seems to be able to attach itself to living tissue, which means that fur and scale can hinder or stop it completely. These suits are made up of a layer of scales, fashioned after my own body and offering the same protections as such. Since the rubber creature's conversion ability will only grow exponentially we must take every precaution possible. Assume that merely touching the liquid will cause you to be converted."

A sudden slam at the door they had just gone through caused them all to jump back slightly, the solid wood slab nearly shuddering off his hinges. "Pile in!" Loki shouted as everyone scrambled for seats in the van. Dr. Malcovi and Simms took the front seats, while everyone else piled into the back. Hale was in the furthest seat in the back, able to see out of the back that had been cleared out for him to be able to shoot out of. The seat had also been stretched out so that he could lay down or sit facing the back, and as he did so Bryan handed him one of the strange rifles.

As the vehicle sped out the door shattered, the arctic wolf able to watch as the bulked up rubber lemur ran through the splintered remains and towards them. It quickly picked up speed, quickly closing the gap between it and the slowly accelerating van. Bryan and Loki both screamed at him to fire, and even though his hands were shaking he managed to hit it in the chest on the second shot. The rubber creature hit the pavement and skidded another few feet, apparently out cold. But as they sped off into the night, he could see the glowing visors of other creatures as they began to follow as well...

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"Officer Lark Roscoe!" The leopard inside the private security car jumped as he heard his name shouted through the open window by a very stern looking wolf. "Are you going to come out here in this lovely spring shower are you going to sit there and pretend to be useful!?"

Lark quickly leapt into action, grabbing his helmet and his sidearm before he left the dryness of his car. The storm had continued to rage onward, dumping buckets of water on them as they stood behind a makeshift barricade. Most of the security that governed Markis Island was there, the bridge being one of only two ways across the large river the split the island in two. There was also a northern bridge, but the first storm swell knocked it out of commission. There were still pieces of it that could be seen in the river itself as they set up a firing line.

The leopard couldn't believe what they were about to do; the entire situation so surreal he wondered if he was still in bed dreaming. They had gotten reports of unruly furs, all dressed in rubber suits, creating havoc on the island. At first the dispatch could hardly believe it, the terrified callers describing them as 'monsters' that 'infected' others with rubber. It was considered a prank at first, drunks that had watched too many horror movies clashing with several open fetishists. Nevertheless, they sent a nearby squad unit to investigate.

That was four hours ago, since then they had lost three squad units to whatever was happening to the resort guests and caused everyone to go into full alert. From what limited intelligence they could gather, most of it from an e-mail from an anonymous user, it seemed that the event was limited only to the northern half of the island. It also appeared that by the time they were made aware of the creatures they had already 'spread' to most of the population, which consisted mostly of college kids on spring break.

It was the fact that the rich elites were mostly on the southern half which is why they were making a stand on the bridge. They had orders to protect their most influential clients, and if that meant shutting down and quarantining half the island then it was what they had to do. Lark felt uncomfortable that such a measure had to be taken, especially if it meant that he had to point his firearm at some kid.

"Come work on Markis Island, they said, it will be a great way to earn your private security hours, they said." Lark grumbled as he waited on the side of the bridge closest to the beach. "Standing out here in the rain with god only knows what coming towards us..."

Suddenly there was commotion as several officers spotted a vehicle coming down the rain-soaked street. It looked like one of their vans, though there were several things that had been changed to its exterior. Everyone leveled their guns at the vehicle, all except for the commanding officer who was on his radio. "Let them through!" The wolf shouted, several of them nearly dropping their weapons as they scrambled to move the makeshift gate aside.

As the van passed by Lark could see several white-blue streaks of light come out of the back of it, and once it had flown through their checkpoint he could see a very strange sight. It had the body shape and face of a wolf but his entire body was covered in what looked like shiny silver scales as he fired a weird gun from a prone position. He only had a few seconds to see it though before it sped off into the night, the barricade once more put back into place. After only a few seconds though the shouts of his fellow officers as they brought up their guns once more. Beyond the bridge shadows began to move in the distance, growing larger as they approached.

"Dear God..." Lark heard his commanding officer say as the first of the rubber creatures stepped out into the light. It was a black fox, or used to be at one point. His very athletic body was completely covered with rubber and nothing else, its visor shining in the lamp light as several tentacles whipped around from his back. It also had at least five very long tails, writhing around one another like a nest of angry snakes as more and more creatures started to file out into the light behind him. The creature's most prominent feature, and for all the other creatures behind it, was the nearly two feet of cock that hung from their groins.

"This is the Markis Island Private Security Squad!" The CO said over the loudspeaker from one of the cars. "You are to cease your progress immediately and return to your rooms! Any further advance will be taken as hostile and will be met with force!"

On that cue everyone readied their weapons, everyone standing resolute as possible as the small army of rubberized furs continued. The wolf repeated the warning once more, everyone hoping that they would heed it and at least stop their progress to open a line of dialogue. Instead the group only increased their speed, reaching the line with a speed that caught most of them by surprise.

It was their CO that fired first, unloading his firearm into the group. After that they all began firing, a hail of bullets flying into the group of rubber furs. While it knocked some of them down to the pavement the projectiles seemed to have little effect on them. Even when several of them hit their visors it didn't even cause as much as a crack in the reflective glass. Several officers began to fall back, their firing line breaking as they began to go from a full assault to a defensive retreat.

Their commanding officer was the first to be attacked, holding onto his position as long as he could before the black fox jumped onto the squad car he was firing behind. He tried to bring up his weapon to fire at it, but by the time he did his arms were wrapped all the way up to the shoulders with two of the tail tentacles. The other three made quick work of his uniform, leaving him naked with his fur matted to his body from the rain. His body was lifted into the air, his legs kicking freely as around him officers were pounced upon by two or more of them and their clothing also ripped off their bodies as their mouths or tailholes were crammed full of rubber cock or tongue.

Lark continued to fire his shotgun as he tried not to watch the wolf, which he had trained under during his entire duration on the island, was made an example of by the mutant fox that had him in his grasp. His commanding officer was always proud of his body, even though he was one of the older men on the force he had still kept himself in shape and wasn't afraid to stroll naked in the showers. It was that body that was now on display, his head low as his energy level diminished from his continued struggling. Once nearly all the strength had been sapped from his body he was brought closer to the creature, his masked face featureless as a split appeared in the rubber and his mouth opened. From his rubbery lips the creature's tongue slipped into the wolf's mouth while two more tendrils slipped out from his nostrils and wrapped around his muzzle. The restrained man tried to pull his head away but in the end the tip slipped passed his teeth and into his mouth, the tentacle tongue growing thicker as it slithered into his maw and filled his mouth.

At the same time the tentacles on the creature's back wrapped around the wolf's torso and pressed him close, the rubber on the fox's chest eagerly stretching out to crawl through the grey fur as the creature's cock darted up between his parted ass cheeks. By this time the CO's eyes had closed, his head tilted backwards to make it easier for the tentacle to slide down his throat. Lark couldn't believe how... peaceful he looked now, his body moving with the creature's tentacles as the rubber consumed his furry flesh.

The wolf's legs were completely coated in shiny rubber as they were wrapped around his captor's body, which made it easy for the mutated fox member to slip underneath his raised tail. But by this time the canine's body was already covered, only a patch of thinning grey fur could be seen from the two bodies that were merged together. Similar transformations were happening to the fallen officers as well, their now naked bodies either so completely engulfed by tentacles that all you could see was a vague outline of them, or surrounded by so many rubber creatures that their bodies were taken over in seconds. Most of them had already lost their will to fight, their partially converted bodies going on all fours, raising their legs while on their backs, or falling to their knees and opening their mouths in invitation to the creatures, who quickly obliged them by filling their orifices with rubber cock, tongue, or tentacle. Some, however, fought until the very end, their screams quickly turning to gurgles as the rubber invaded their mouth and nose.

Lark and two other junior officers were the only one to make it away, dropping their weapons and making a run for it as their fellow officers began to get up and join the other creatures in their conversion. As they ran the leopard began to strip off his rain gear and shirt, which whipped around him in the high winds and only served to slow him down. Now with the top half of his body completely exposed he bolted down the rain-soaked street, the other two starting to drop behind him as they took his lead and tried to get their stuff off. Unfortunately for them as he ducked down into an alleyway he heard the two scream out, and a quick glance back revealed that two of the rubbery monsters had caught up to them. One of them was flat on the pavement as a rubber-scaled dragon ripped his clothing to shreds while the other had a huge tentacle wrapped around his waist that dragged him back to a bronze rubber bull that stood a few feet away from him.

The leopard quickly ducked back down the alley, too sickened by the sight to watch anymore and desperate to find someplace safe to hide out. Unfortunately it was four a.m., which meant that there were very few places still open and that meant that nearly every door that he came across was locked. By the time he had reached the other side of the alley he had completely struck out on places, which meant that he would have to cross the very open street.

But before Lark even took a step forward, he was immediately knocked forwards as something dropped down right behind of him. The creature was only vaguely recognizable as his CO; the wolf was twice the size and covered in silver and royal blue rubber. His face turned to a snarl as he realized that the blue was the same color as their uniforms, a cruel mockery as the man he had looked up to since he began stood there, cock completely erect. The intention on his face was very clear, his silvery tongue dripping more of the liquid rubber as he approached. Lark crawled backwards into the waterlogged street, holding his arm up to try and block whatever attack was about to come his way.

"Submit to us..." The former wolf growled in an electronic monotone that was not his own. His rubbery body glinted in the light... and it grew brighter and brighter with each passing second. Finally it got so bright that both of them looked down the streets, just in time to see a hotel van smash into the creature and cause it to fly off and into a nearby window front.

When the van door opened Lark saw another leopard in the driver's seat, clad only in a blue speedo as he ushered him in. "Hurry up!" The driver yelled, though the officer was already on his feet and diving into the car. He hardly had time to close the door before it sped off again, his savior giving him an exasperated smile. "Name's Slyph, and I take it you've had just a fucked up night as we have..."