{"sf1_id":151264,"sf2_id":"znJd2Qqe","title":"G.A.C.S Operation Reset Teaser","author":"Lukas Moon-Fang","words":805,"posted_at":"2010-06-04T11:51:00.000Z","tags":["Action"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/151264-g-a-c-s-operation-reset-teaser","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/znJd2Qqe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/da/87/da87e552-02bd-4ae4-9544-03b404949b89","description":"","content":"**G.A.C.S  \nOperation Reset**\n\nThe oppressing monotony of grey entombed the man as he stumbled drunkenly through the city's  \nunderbelly. Once again he had spent all his weekly earnings on gambling, it was secret revenge  \non his unfaithful wife. His stomach raising again with the pain of knowing his wife was lying in  \nthe bed they had consecrated their marriage on with a different man that wasn't him each and  \nevery night. Feeling the bile rise in his throat the man stumbled into a small alley and lurches as  \nthe contents of his dinner tonight force their way back up his throat and onto the floor in front of  \nhim. Little did the drunk know that his vomit had spilled onto the floor but had covered a pair of  \nvery expensive shoes. The drunk, satisfied that his stomach was now empty, stood. A pair of  \ngreen glowing eyes dripped poison. The man not noticing the green glow turned about,  \ncontinuing his dismal walk home. Lighting cracked over head as the heavens opened unleashing  \na torrent of water upon the city, the man stumbled startled by the sound. He brushed it off as  \nnothing and stepped forward. Suddenly his midsection lurched backwards, pain flooded through  \nthe drunk's body. Falling to the ground the man clutched at the pain in his abdomen, it felt wet.  \nWondering if he had somehow vomited over himself the drunk removed one hand. It glistened  \nred, a pair of bile covered shoes floated into the man's vision. He stared up at the massive  \nlooming figure, its glowing green eyes glaring down at him. The scream that tore itself from the  \ndrunk's mouth was cut short as the shadow's paw sliced open his neck. The pooled blood  \nwashed away as the drunk died choking on his own blood.  \n\\* \\* \\*  \nThe blue fluorescent glow bathed the small room as Tarien surveyed his surroundings. He  \ncouldn?t do much more then turn his head; he was lashed down to a small metal chair. Trying to  \nfigure out some way to escape his confines Tarien withered against his bindings. The metal wires  \nrestraining him had sliced small openings over his body blood trickling from all the wounds. The  \nclang of the metal door behind him rebounded off the walls of his prison his feline ears twitching  \nbehind him. The clack of heeled shoes pounded into his ears, spending time in this sound proof  \nbox had left his ears starved for any sound other than his own breath. The owner of the shoes  \nstrode confidently in front of the massive lion. Tarien stared up at the diminutive snake. He  \nbalked at how short she was most of the transformed topped at least five and half feet, the small  \nreptile in front of him was lucky to be even five foot two.\n\n\"Tarien Kingsssss,\" she hissed, marking her already deceptive appeal fit her like a latex glove.  \nTarien grunted in reply, \"formerly known as Colonel King, leader of the G.A.C.Ssssss squad  \nknown as The \"Pride\"? correct?\" the snake asked, pacing back and forth her heels click clacking  \nacross the metal floor. The bound Lion nodded when the snake turned to regard him, \"Good  \ntoday is the day of your releassssssssse, that is if you will go back into the G.A.C.Sssssss  \nprogramme?\"\n\nTired and sick of his metal tomb Tarien King lowered his head in defeat, finally giving into the  \ndemands of his gravekeepers. The small snake hmmphed and stalked out of the room. The sound  \nof boot drowned out her clacking heels as three guards rushed into the room. The dark cool  \ncomfort of unconsciousness flooded through the lion?s body as one of the guards smashed his fist  \ninto Tarien's head.\n\nThe dull constant throb woke him from the cool nothingness of his unconscious slumber. Slowly the world came into focus as Tarien's eyes pried themselves open; finding himself no longer bound the lion stretched his long unused muscles relishing in their new found freedom. \"You're awake, it took you long enough,\" came a familiar voice from nowhere and everywhere. Startled the Lion back rolled off the gurney he had been laying on landing solidly on his feet. \"Well, looks like the nanites are back online and working perfectly. Usually we put you through the normal physical tests but you're needed A.S.A.P,\" the voice continued. The mechanical clank of a door opening echoed through the empty metal room. Tarien moved to the door, and pushed his large muscles bulging slightly as he applied a small amount of force. The door swung outward surprisingly easy, as it did so a tall skinny otter was revealed. \"The king has returned,\" Greyhem said sounding surprisingly like Rafiki from the lion king. Tarien stared in surprise at the otter Greyhem was his intelligence operative for his old squad, his call sign 'Columbus'.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}