BX-132

Chapter 6

"You've_ Got _ to be Kidding, aren't you Ron? You can't be serious, Tell me this is a joke..." Gloria Arctose said, sitting in Ron's office, her swatches and catalogs sitting on his desk. the Raccoon just sat behind his desk, head sightly tilted to the left. just staring at the Blue Polar bear sitting across the desk.

"No...Yes...and No. this Request came from Dr. Shari. She wants us to fabricate three models; A red Vixen, Timber wolf, and Otter. We need to make these as realistic as any other prosthetic." Ron said.

" But Ron... Fur Suits? I can't imagine why _ anyone _ could possibly have a need for something like this?" Gloria said absolutely flabbergasted at his request.

"Let me see if I can possibly clarify this for you..." Ron shook his head picking up the phone.

"Hey Sheri, I am meeting with my chief procurement fur, could you possibly send down some photos of the Fur's under your care... Yes, we will need to estimate dimensions before we can start on the prototypes. Really, thanks Shari, see you in about five." Ron smiled cradling the phone.

" I hope you have a strong constitution, Glory-Gal these photos aren't pretty. these have got to be the Saddest furs I have ever laid eyes upon if they ever wake up they may die of pure shock. They need our help, that's why we are here... weather it is a paw replacement, or a foot or even a partial tail replacement, Remember that poor Mephit who lost most of her tail in that industrial accident? I like to think we did one heck of a job with her new tail. I know _ she's _ quite happy with it." Ron said pausing to let what he said sink in.

"Don't worry about me HaCoona, I rolled an 18-00 on constitution, and I Do_remember her. She had the twin racing stripes. When I first met her for the initial measure she was absolutely devastated. She honestly didn't think we would be able to make a difference and she was looking at never going dancing again, something she really loved. but once she saw what we created she was amazed and after her final fitting she held it high quite proud of her new prosthetic." The blue bear sat back nodding. " I've been here almost as long as_you have, and I figure I've seen just about everything out there, But seriously, how bad could it be?"

"I'll keep my waste basket parked next to you in case you roll a critical failure...By the way, Nice job on the new color Glory. It's a lovely shade of azure." Ron smiled, a few moments later the black Feline forum of Dr Sazara, handing Ron a sealed envelope. Turning to the large blue ursine giving her a withering glare.

"I hope what you see there is worth It, it will be up to you to help give these fur's hope of being able to have any semblance of a life." Shari said, and stocked out of Ron's office.

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The sent of pistol smoke laced the air, Duncan drew in a huge lungful, after dropping the last pawfull of spent cartages into the pail to drop off at the armory for reloading. The only thing missing was the cries of the dying and the sent of blood and cling fire in the air. Ahh, the Glory days of warfare, he thought holstering his side arm, a desert eagle, his personal favourite. Heading back to formulate a plan to retrieve that information without interference from the public.

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The Hyena had set the last of the recording equipment, This wasn't going to be a run-of-the-mill autopsy. the Polar bear lay on the stainless steel autopsy table awaiting the coroner's knife.

"Dr. Kalahari, preforming postmortem autopsy on Case 11750, Thunar Snowden. Male, Ursa Arctics, approximately 25 summers, Cause of death..." the Hyena paused "Cause of death, hopefully you will reveal the secrets that killed you Mr. Snowden. For you were too young to die in this manner, my fine young fur." Looking into one of the monitoring cameras he continued.

"Reported cause of Death is listed as unknown, with Radiation poisoning suspected. that premises is supported by prei-mortem fur loss..." He reached over, and lifted off several fistfuls of chest fur like plucking cotton balls from a jar.

" Preliminary scans for radioactive trace elements were negative in pre and postmortem blood draws. the first incision shall be made from sternum to pubis..." He said picking up a scalpel and starting his incision. A cloud of emerald green gas escaped from the corpse. The Hyena was dead before his body hit the floor.

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In the midland Medical Center's Critical Care Unit's Level 8 contamination Isolation room Two, Rafe and Sally lay side by side. There remote monitoring telemetry was continuously displaying The Two Skunk's vital signs, and from where Bridget Night sat, things weren't looking good. the Badger nurse thought. their temp indicators were climbing to dangerous levels, there had to be a way to bring their temp down. thinking if they were awake, they could do with a bit of Ice Cream, that was always... She bolted out of her chair as of her tail was ablaze. She Had to find Dr. Forge, he could approve her idea.

Dr. Patrick Forge, the Critical Care Units Resident M.D was in his office reviewing charts when Bridget skidded to a halt in front of his door, grabbing the sill and bolting into the Ratel's office. now it was never a good idea to surprise a Honey Badger, but this warranted the interruption.

"I take it from your high speed entrance, you have something urgent to tell me, Miss Night?"

"Yes... Doctor.. The.. Two Skunks, I thought of a way to lower their fevers." she said, a tad bit breathless.

"Oh, and what would that be?" the jet black Ratel asked, interlacing his paws appeasing the nurse before him, trying to decide if she was fearless or foolhardy for bursting in on him unannounced. that could be... hazardous.

"Ice Cream..." she said.

"Ice Cream?" Dr. Forge replied.

"Yes Sir, I was just thinking, if they were awake, they would probably like some Ice Cream... Then I recalled my folks used to make it in an old Paw cranked Ice Cream Bucket... We layered Ice and Salt that brought the temperature below freezing, I was thinking it may make using Ice treatments more effective...Sir."

Dr, Forge sat a few moments tapping his fingers together, elbows on his desk. he had to admit, it was brilliant, and it just may help in cases like this. This badger was smart and innovative. he liked that in a femme.

"What was their temp before you sprinted into my office?"

"Approaching 118, as you know, if it hits 120 they go into convulsions and their prospects for survival are...reduced." Bridget lowered her head, realizing she may have gone too far, For He was the Doctor, and she was just a nurse Fem.

"Quite right, I shall send for buckets of ice and a few canisters of salt. your idea has merit, Solarus, knows we've injected the entire battery of blood coolers to no effect. Your idea may just save them, start with ice cloths around the neck to cool the blood to the brain." He said picking up the phone.

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End of Chapter 6