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Jamie's Personal Tour

By Zrathie

Jamie was no stranger to bio suits. The fox became well acquainted with one while working in the research station out in the wilderness. He had also experienced their excretion reclamation capabilities first hand. The early few days were hard to adjust to, but eventually, he got used to the experience. After his stint was over at the research base, he was offered a new position.

Today he was doing orientation for his new job. It was in a biohazard environment. It was at the botanical gardens but not just any botanical gardens. This one contained carnivorous living latex plants. Well, they weren't man-eating plants, but they did consume something from the living creatures that they captured. Whether it was coating them in their spawn and using other animals to spread their offspring up to trapping a curious traveller and milking them of their seminal fluid, these were exotic plants indeed.

A rumour was some of these unique latex plants were what the bio-suits were made from -- conceivably synthesised by some sophisticated scientific means. It seemed plausible in the mind of the fox. Artificial intelligence was a hard nut to crack for science, so using these plants perhaps outfitting them with a computerised aided brain was just how these bio-suits ticked. It also made sense in the way that some of the carnivorous latex plants captured and kept their prey alive. Some would encase their captives in a cocoon of latex breaking down their excretions and feeding them liquid nutrients.

As this was a private botanical garden and a working research facility, Jamie, you wouldn't have too many problems. He imagined it to be a similar operation to the first research base. That being it was mainly automated and only required a single creature to do the tasks the automated systems couldn't. He remembered from his cover letter that he was to dress and a bio-suit and be led around on an automated tour. He guessed that the bio-suit would act as the tour guide.

Around fifteen minutes earlier, he had been dropped off by a cheetah employee driving a large SUV at the front of the base. As they were driving in, Jamie was quite impressed by what he saw. Large domed structures were taking up a considerable area as well as a central building. The first building was a more conventional square and rectangular shape. Two of the domes were connected to the main building by arched hallways with a third attached to the first two domes but not the main building.

There was a massive blast door at the main entrance. Jamie walked up to it and entered his employee code. The system made a happy chirp and then it asked him for his password. He typed it in the keypad next to the door. A welcome chime signalled that he had entered the right code and the metal door began to lift. It was a heavy door, and gears were lifting it on both sides. It's slowly cranked open. Jamie trotted inside, eager to start his new job.

Jamie found he was in the airlock of shorts. The large door began cranking shut behind him. The lights in the room flipped on automatically as the door started to close. There was a similar blast door in here too. This door granted access to the main building. It was a lot more hefty security than the last base where he worked. Jamie didn't know whether to be relieved or scared of this added level of protection. Was it designed to keep creatures out or to keep them inside? The question hung in his mind as the airlock cycled. Well, it wasn't an airlock just a security checkpoint. The other door had to close before the inner door could open.

He walked into the facility. The hallway had a checkerboard floor of black and white tiles. It gleamed with a high-gloss, polished to perfection. Inside was quiet besides the low hum of air conditioning. Jamie was glad for it because it had been quite warm outside. His fur coat is suitable for winter weather, but in summer it was often uncomfortable for him. Furred creatures always set the air conditioning lower than scaled creatures, and it made for common conflict in many offices.

He walked down the hallway to a T junction in the hallway. There was a clear sign where it was labelled bio-suit lockers and laboratories. The arrow next to the laboratories sign was pointing upwards, indicating they were upstairs while the bio-suit lockers had an arrow directly pointing left. Jamie's position was pretty junior; he was more of a handyman or gofer he wouldn't have access to the Laboratories, and they had grad students or interns to do their grunt work.

Jamie swung left down the corridor and walked into a large room. Inside were lockers they had no doors only shelves, hangers and nameplates. Jamie noted some of the credentials on the nameplates. They belonged to bio-suits of some of the research creaturenel that worked at the base. Most of the lockers were full except for a few empty ones that didn't have any nameplates above them. Jamie's stopped when he saw his name they must have prepared for his arrival.

It wasn't a surprise that the facility was empty. It was the weekend after all. It must be a good time for Jamie's induction training where he would be out of the way thought the fox. Jamie was surprised that an induction day didn't feature filling out reams and reams of bureaucratic forms signing his life away every few minutes as a new one got presented before him. Perhaps that was for after the tour.

There it was, hanging on the wall his bio-suit in his locker. Jamie knew the drill he started stripping out of his street clothes. He was wearing a simple button-up t-shirt and a pair of jeans. A bit casual for business, but the fox was about to put on his real uniform. He noticed that these bio-suits had helmets. It wasn't like the one at the last base that left his whole head exposed. Perhaps that was just a test to see if he would freak out by wearing one for a long time. If it was a hidden test, he must have passed it considering they let him in here.

He grabbed the black baggy latex bodysuit off the rack. He turned it around and noticed that it had a biohazard symbol on the right breast area. It was an appropriate green perhaps even a neon green. The other markings on the suit were twin green stripes that ran down each side of the bodysuit. They started at the neck opening and ended at the sole of the integrated foot paw socks. The helmet was a canine model with enough space to accommodate his ears and pointed vulpine muzzle comfortably. It had a visor where his eyes would see out of, and it had two gas mask filters at the front on each side of where his mouth would go.

As with the bio-suit at the old base, this one had a large slit running down the back of the bodysuit where he would climb into it. First, Jamie tidied up his loose clothes, putting them on the rack in his locker, ready for his return. He left his phone and keys in the pocket of his jeans. There was no one around to steal them. He climbed into the suit. The rubbery material that his outfit was comprised of was similar to latex but much stronger with self-healing capabilities. It had capacities to change the shape. The suit would tailor to its wearer's size and body type.

He slid his left foot paw into the first leg and then his right foot paw into the other. He pulled up the bodysuit around his frame up to his waist before stopping to press his tail into the tail sleeve. His torso was next stopping to thread his arms into the sleeves pressing his hand paws into the integrated gloves of the suit. He waited for a moment for the suit to begin its automatic calibration sequence. After waiting for a minute, it became apparent it must have been waiting for him to put his helmet on.

The helmet was a new experience for Jamie. He picked it up and peered inside. He could see out the visor to the flooring blow. He only hesitated for a moment before he threaded his muzzle into the helmet and planted it on his shoulders. As soon as he let go of the helmet, the bio-suit became alive. This what this was what he was expecting. The bodysuit began to shrink down, tailoring itself to Jamie's body becoming a second skin and even compressing his fur a little bit. It was more pronounced on his tail it looked like he had an otters rudder now. His bushy fox fur compressed down. Not uncomfortably so just a snug feeling.

Another part of him was getting slug around his crotch the rubber of the bio-suit hugged his testicles and sheath. It left nothing to the imagination. Jamie reached up and touched around where the helmet had been resting on his shoulders. The rubber flap that was there had merged into the bodysuit also the opening at the back had merged shut effectively he was sealed inside. This was confirmed when the bio-suit talked to him for the first time.

"Wearer's calibration complete. Suit pressurisation test, positive. Applying breathing apparatus," It said in a computerised voice.

Before Jamie knew it, his muzzle was being parted, and a thick rubbery bulb was pushing its way inside. This was new, indeed. It made the fox alarmed until he remembered that these bio-suits often were a bit bossy. The one that the research base had been so too. Forcing him to use its fluid reclamation first and then its faecal reclamation system. Jamie had resisted both of these procedures, but he was soon found the bio-suit's training techniques to be irresistible.

Jamie's muzzle was stuffed with a spongy rubber gag. The bio-suit began explaining its tour to him.

"Good morning, Jamie. I'm your bio-suit. You can call me Claire. Now, the spongy rubber bulb in your muzzle it's just my breathing apparatus," said the bio-suit.

This was unusual for the fox the last bio-suit he had worn didn't have a name. It was just a machine. Perhaps it had only been a training model, or maybe this was just an attempt by the AI to sound more relatable. Jamie favoured the latter opinion.

"This morning we have been scheduled a tour together of the living latex botanical gardens. For most, if not all, of the tour, I will be in charge of your motor functions. This is for your own safety," said Claire.

Jamie was still free to move about at the moment, so he headed towards the exit of the bio-suit lockers.

"If you turn right, I can begin the tour," said Jamie's bio-suit.

Jamie obeyed his bio-suit it made no sense causing trouble on the first day of the job. He turned right and started walking towards another airlock this time with glass-panelled doors framed in metal.

"This is the start of our tour," said Claire

Jamie felt a bit of tension at the base of his neck. It only lasted a moment. His arm shot out and pressed the button to open the door. It wasn't him controlling his arm; it was Claire! Somehow the bio-suit had hijacked his muscles and most of his body. He could rotate his head, but from his neck down, it was under the bio-suit's control.

Jamie yelled into his gag, but his voice was unintelligible. Perhaps this was the real reason he was gagged.

Claire walked him inside the airlock. The door closed behind him, and he was made to stand with his arms above his head, and his legs spread wide apart. There is a loud hissing as the room filled with an unseen gas.

"You are now undergoing the decontamination process every employee that enters or leaves one of the biosphere domes must undergo the biocide decontamination process," explained Claire.

This process lasted for about a minute before Claire moved Jamie towards the inner door. The fox looked out the window and saw that the garden was arranged like slices of cake. Each segment or slice had planters in the ground or in raised beds, sometimes even on trays. The door opened, and Claire walked Jamie into the first of the domes.

"This first dome is where we store and propagate the least hazardous plants. It is known as the green sector. Most of the plants in the sector secrete products that when in contact with fur or skin attach themselves. Most of these plants do not release psychoactive compounds and the ones that do only release a mild pheromones designed to attract animals and insects," explained Claire.

Jamie was beginning to feel a twinge in his bladder. He saw no point in holding it as the bio-suit would use his urine as bio-fuel hence the name bio-suit. He relaxed his bladder or at least tried to. It appeared that Claire's control wasn't limited to just his limbs. Jamie tried one last time, but his well trained urinary sphincter held tight. Well, he was going to hold it whether he wanted to or not.

Claire walked Jamie around the planting tables. There were rows of young plants in small pots. They were seedlings in size coming out of a growth medium with two rubber leaves. The leaves appeared glossy under the lighting. They moved on to a section that had raised beds of plants that had large reflecting leaves and a white flower all made of shining living rubber. Down the stems of these plants, there were droplets of a glistening sap. It had a chalky white appearance.

Jamie wanted to ask more about the plants, but with his maw stuffed, he could only observe. Slowly they walked around the dome showing more and more of the garden in this section of the research facility. There were latex ferns bright orange in colour, a variety of distinctive flowering plants and even examples of shimmering grasses and ground cover plants. One of the ground cover plants had tendrils that coiled up out of the growth medium.

"This area is where you can get safe drinking water inside the domes," said Claire.

Jamie noticed the station. It was a tube with a valve at the end that hung down from a pipe on one of the outer walls. Claire steered Jamie towards it.

"Some creatures try to avoid staying well hydrated while working in the domes. Surprising those working shorter shifts," said Claire.

Claire took one of Jamie's hand paws and took the flexible section of plastic tubing. The valve pressed into a socket in the front of Jamie's helmet. With a hiss, it was secure. Claire moved Jamie's hand, paw to the tap and turned on the flow.

The water flowed at a gentle pace inside his mouth. Jamie kept up with the flow, taking a big drink. Claire reached down and turned up the flow. Jamie braced himself for a larger intake, but the flow stopped in his muzzle. He could hear the water flowing it was moving to his back as far as he could tell.

"Proper hydration is critical. I can store a large supply of potable water that you can drink on the go," said Claire.

Claire continued the tour after unhooking Jamie from the hydration station, walking towards the edge of the dome. There was another airlock that Jamie and Claire entered. They went through the decontamination procedure. Jamie peered out into the next dome. This one was set up like the others they had a nursery slice, another section for juvenile planets taking up a few slices, a few more for the adult specimens. These must have been more dangerous ones considering they had a section to themselves. The door opened, and Claire walked Jamie into this dome.

"Welcome to the amber dome, Jamie. This is where the more dangerous latex plants are kept. Many of these species release powerful pheromones into the air in order to lure prey to copulate with them. If you take a closer look at some of the specimens here, you will notice that many of them have pseudo genitalia. Mammals under the effects of aphrodisiac laced pheromones will copulate with the plant," explained Claire.

Claire walked Jamie around. Some of the buds on these plants looked very suspect. They indeed had openings that looked like female vulvas at least on some of them. Others had really gooey gaping holes that looked like fleshlights ready to entertain a male while others had phallic-looking flowers glistening with a glossy sap. The clear sap looked very much like personal-lubricant. One flower had very stimulating looking ridges on it. They were in a variety of colours from exotic bright pink to dominant orange, totally unnatural colours for plants. Some were deceptively green only betraying their strange nature by the way the light fell on their glossy structures. They had leaves they were made of shiny tempting rubber.

The bio-suit steered Jamie towards one particular plant. This one had beautiful blue flowers growing out on stems. The stalks came down towards a slippery opening. It was made of a spongy green latex that positively dribbled with the plant's slick sap.

"This blue flowering plant is known as the tourist's delight in some circles. Often hikers are led off the trail by their aphrodisiac laced pheromones. The stems will act like tendrils wrapping around its victim, holding them there for a few hours of milking," explained Claire.

Jamie looked at the plant. It didn't look dangerous at all. Exotic, yes, but not a hazard. He could imagine snapping the stems with a firm tug.

"For this part of the tour, I will intentionally expose you to a controlled dose of the airborne pheromones produced by the sap of this plant," said Claire.

Jamie began to panic, but there wasn't much he could do besides fling his head around.

"Don't panic my foxy friend. This is a standard part of the tour," said Claire.

Soon he could smell the scent entering through the breathing apparatus of the suit.

"My biosensors can filter out individual pheromones, so I'm only exposing you to the specific one produced by tourist delight," explained Claire.

It was a rubber scent. It reminded Jamie of what it smelled like after it rained, the wet smell of the earth. He was relieved that it only lasted for a few moments before the air inside his bio-suit was returned to a sterile, odourless environment. Claire slowly walked away towards the door to what Jamie assumed must be the high-security plant section.

Just as Jaime was beginning to think that it was just a sick prank on Claire's part, he began to feel strange. His stomach was doing flip-flops he could feel the ends of his fur beginning to stand on end. Jamie walked a few more steps towards the airlock door when he felt twinges of arousal. It was as if he was being petted by a lover for several minutes, but it had only come on in moments. To make matters worse, he could feel the beginnings of an erection.

As they slowly walk towards the exit. Jamie could feel his fox loins balloon. His cock swelled out of his sheath, forming an oblong-shaped bulge at the crotch of his bio-suit. Unlike the previous bio-suit, his cock wasn't in a skintight tube of rubber but free to tent out his crotch. His cock didn't stop there. His arousal continued to grow until even his knot had popped out of his sheath. Jamie couldn't look down as his back was under control of Clare, but he was sure that he was sporting an unmistakable erection outlined perfectly by the sturdy rubber of his bio-suit. He could feel the tight rubber around his groin most acutely.

"I see you've firmed up a bit down there. At this point, I would have overtaken your motor control, but since I've been doing that so far let's see what happens if you could still press the exit button," explained Claire.

Claire made Jaime's hand paw reach out to press the button on the side of the wall. Unlike the happy chime, that he was getting used to, this one sent out a displeased buzz.

"The safety procedures here assert that a creature may not leave the bio domes in a state of sexual arousal. You must understand that many of the plants here have psychoactive properties. Some of the more dangerous ones might even cause aggression," explained Claire.

Jamie was panting loudly into his helmet. He didn't really want to exit; he wanted access to his maleness. His body was under Claire's control. He was being held chaste. He felt a desire to get closer to the plant again. If it wasn't for Claire, he was sure he would walk all right back over and attempt to sniff some of its beautiful fragrances again. Perhaps make use of that glistening slick hollow at the base of its stems. Give that plant what it wanted.

Jamie's sexual daydream was interrupted by a dose of cold water dribbling into his maw. He sucked the gag drinking down the slow flow of water.

"Let's do a few laps around the dome until you get yourself back under control, Jamie. Don't worry. I won't let you succumb to the plants. Many of the capture activities are initiated by a dose of seminal fluid supplied by a willing donor. While they might look harmless, I assure you once they detect a virile male or female, they will attempt to capture and hold you there for a long time indeed," explained Jamie's bio-suit.

For Jamie, it was maddening his erect canine penis pressing into the tight crotch of the bio-suit. His heart was thundering in his chest despite the slow walking pace, and it was huffing and puffing into the bio-suit's helmet. It was the first time Jamie was trying to fight Claire and reclaim control of his body. The bio-suit's power was complete. His head was free to lash about in frustration, but the rest of his body trotted around the dome in a large circle following wherever Claire commanded. Water dripped into his mouth, slowly allowing him enough time to huff and pant between swallows.

"The safety procedure for exposed personnel is letting their bio-suit have full motor control of their body. This can be quite alarming for many, and that's why it is a mandatory part of the tour that I am in control. Many of the pheromones released by the plants cause exposed personnel to make irrational decisions." said Claire.

Slowly, Jamie was becoming less sexually excited and more lucid. He was beginning to feel just plain old horny over the enhanced state brought about by the plant pheromones. He was still erect but starting to feel his arousal wane. It took several more minutes for Jamie to go completely flaccid. The drip of water into his muzzle had stopped too. Claire kept Jamie walking at a gentle stroll. He had a new appreciation for just how dangerous these plants could be.

"There we are. We can now enter the last dome," said Claire.

Jamie's bio-suit steered him towards the exit. Now that he was flaccid again, he noticed that he needed to pee. It was a normal urge one that would send him towards a toilet or with the first bio-suit he had worn encourage him to use its fluid reclamation functionality. Surely Claire knew the state of his bladder. This bio-suit was ignoring his bladder need. He hoped the tour wouldn't last too much longer; he still couldn't make herself pee. It was getting uncomfortable.

They soon arrived at the door, and this time it gave a happy chime and let Jamie into the airlock. Claire made Jamie stand in the decontaminate position, and the airlock cycled.

"I bet that's a relief. If I kept exposing a creature to the airborne aphrodisiacs, I could potentially lock them inside the dome indefinitely," said Claire.

Jamie shivered. He didn't know if it was from his rapidly filling bladder or Claire's description.

"Perhaps not indefinitely, they would be missed eventually. Workers on shifts alone could be quite vulnerable. A few hours of extra overtime," said Claire.

Jamie began to feel that this bio-suit had done this to a creature before. He wondered if he would be next. Claire already had complete control over him even without the pheromones. The door open and they walked out into the final dome. This dome had several larger looking rubber plants. What dominated the centre of the dome was a tall latex tree. It was three floors tall and had thick branches. There were semi-transparent kidney-shaped pods hanging off the branches.

"Welcome to the red dome where our most dangerous specimens are kept. Our star specimen of this facility is the Hive tree. The pods can hold a full adult creature with ease. Let's take a closer look," said Claire.

They moved closer. Jamie opened his eyes wide as he recognised the outline of a wolf encased in one of the glossy white pods. He had three tendrils one stuffed in his muzzle, one wrapped around his cock and the last one inserted into his tail hole. The tight rubber pod as loosely wrapped around him and inside he was shifting, stretching and twisting before finding a new position.

"Inside, some of the pods are volunteers. The plant will die if not supplied with seminal or vaginal fluid. No other method has worked in sustaining the Hive tree. In the wild many local tribes find this tree sacred. The tribe's men and women hold a right of passage where adults enter a pod and must resist copulating with the plant for about an hour. If they pass, they are released by the tree. They are then considered mature enough to be considered full adults by the tribe," explained Claire.

Jamie could see what happened to the ones that failed. The glossy brown upper branches held the filled pods each with a creature inside. He could only identify the wolf because he was the closest. There were six open pods these were hanging low, almost touching the ground. One could step inside through oval-shaped openings, just a step off the ground.

"The ones that fail the right of passage are trapped and milked by the tree. They are fed a constant supply of aphrodisiacs and nutrient-rich water. Their body waste is collected and used to fertilise the tree. Most importantly, their seminal or vaginal secretions are collected and used to sustain the Hive tree by unknown means. Most creatures are released after three months, but the most virile subjects have been known to be trapped for six to nine months," explained Claire.

Jamie was in awe; he didn't know that these types of plants even existed. Claire shifted his weight as his bladder sent a sudden protest. He was desperate to go by now, but bladder release was out of his control. Again he sent the signal to his bladder to relax and empty its contents. Whatever was allowing his bio-suit to take over his body from the neck down had command over his urinary sphincter. He wasn't allowed to piss and use his bio-suit as intended.

"The creatures trapped in pods are well looked after by the Hive tree. They are repositioned and exercised in their pods to prevent pressure sores. They are kept well-nourished and hydrated, and their excretions are taken away. The rubber lining keeps germs out, and the pod is lined with slick sap that cleans its captives and keeps them in a sterile environment," explained Claire.

Jamie again tried to open his bladder, but even with the now desperate urge his bladder remained clamped shut. His legs were getting jittery and trembling. Surely Claire must know he needed to pee! Why was a bio-suit wanting him to stay dry all of a sudden?

"Speaking of pods. Your bladder is getting quite fat and round. Your squirming indicates that you now have a severe need to urinate. Such a well trained bio-suit user like you would have let it flow by now. That's no fun for me," said Claire.

"Mrrpth!" Jamie cried.

"That's right. It's going to be like your first time wetting a bio-suit. I quite enjoy training new users, but for you, I had to get creative. Instead of not wanting to wet your bio-suit, I have made it, so you want to but can't," said Claire.

Claire moved Jamie in halting steps now making him bare down on his painfully full bladder. It took a while, but a jittery cross-legged Jamie was positioned near another strange rubber plant. It had a translucent bulb and trapped inside was a panther. His legs were forced up against his chest. The plant's rubbery vines were wrapped around him from the outside. The tendrils had forced his feline foot paws up around his face and wrapped his arms tightly behind his back. A green latex bud was clamped over his muzzle. It covered his nose and mouth. Inside the slick and slimy bulb, his tail was soaked in the stuff. He was rooted in the growth medium wrapped in clear rubber.

"This is by far the most dangerous of our plants. It's known as a Mimic plant. It lures in prey by projecting hallucinations into their mind. In the wild, it will make a creature see a free patch of ground or perhaps a food item or prey animal. When a creature walks over it, the large spongy petals will wrap around the creature and encase it," explained Claire.

Jamie looked around next to the panther's pod there was a fire hydrant to the right of that was a port-a-loo. Jamie found it a bit strange that they were placed so close to the plant.

"When the prey is sealed inside, their genitals are moved towards a mating clasp. A prey item will be let free if it hasn't ejaculated into the mating clasp in about thirty minutes. It only preys upon male creatures," said Claire.

Jamie had an idea; he stared at the fire hydrant and imagined pissing over it. He was going to make himself piss with mind over matter. It was working! Claire grabbed Jamie's crotch squeezing down over his penis and crossed his legs, placing one foot paw on top of the other. The bio-suit creaked as rubber pressed against rubber.

"The dangerous part is when a prey item is captured. The Mimic plant will peer into their mind and project a hallucination of their deepest sexual fantasies. The prey is duped into masturbating and sealing its doom. The Mimic plant will hold its prey captive for three weeks until releasing it," explained Jamie's bio-suit.

Releasing it was right! Jamie felt his bladder give out and streams of piss ripple into his bio-suit. He closed his eyes and focused on the incredible sensation. Like the last bio-suit he had worn, Claire, began to ball up his urine into sealed bladders. They were soon on the move towards the processing centre at the back of the suit. It felt pleasant to be free of his urgent needs.

Jamie opened his eyes and opened them even wider. The fire hydrant and port-a-loo had gone. In their place was a grey tarpaulin and a wooden crate. Was this the Mimic plant?

"This a powerful demonstration of the danger of the Mimic plant. I'm sure you saw something to help you pee. It could have been a sprinkler or a leaking tap. Something innocuous that makes sense to see in a greenhouse. Now, the two objects have changed to something else. I don't know what you saw or what you are seeing there now but rest assured it's really two more Mimic plants," explained Claire.

To say Jamie was relieved to be moving towards the exit would be an understatement. Claire guided Jamie towards the decontamination chamber. This one leads to the main building. The tour had made a full loop of the research facility. Claire pressed the button that opened the door, and the twin doors sided apart. The bio-suit encased fox trotted inside. The chamber ran its cycle, and the far door chimed allowing Jamie and Claire to leave.

As the door closed behind Jamie, he stumbled. He was back in control of his body. He jumped in the air and landed in a crouch. It was good to be back again. The soft spongy rubber mass in his mouth had been withdrawn. Jamie flexed his gaw a few times as he made his way towards the bio-suit lockers.

"I may have been fibbing about your gag being a breathing apparatus. It's better that you listen to your orientation tour than ask too many questions," said Claire.

"It figures. You bio-suits can be quite forceful," said Jamie.

"For good reason, considering the hazards of the domes," replied Claire.

Jamie did agree, but he didn't want to lose face to a machine, so he kept silent as he walked into the locker room. This was going to be an exciting job, to say the least.