Up-sizing workforce
"eighty!" "eighty five!" "bullshit they ain't trained, i sold em to you last week bill!" a voice yelled from the benches. the hound dog auctioneer reddened and i could see him mouth some pretty dire words.
College Life Ch. 6
I got an eighty percent in anatomy." vergennes takes a deep breath. "i. didn't make it. i'm just three percent off! are you kidding?"
Headstones and Heresy
Chapter 13: Headstones and HeresyJune 6, 1988 04:00 HoursWest Woodburn, Northumberland, North East England It was four o'clock in the morning, and I sat in an upstairs suit at the Duck and the Crown inn. Coalburn had been amongst the people who...
A Night in Tranquility
Chapter 11: TranquillityJune 5, 1988 20:15 HoursWest Woodburn, Northumberland, North East England The rest of the meal passed in relative silence. There was conversation, but I had the feeling that I'd let everyone know where my focus lay when I...
Unexpected Aid
Chapter 10: Unexpected AidJune 5, 1988 10:00 HoursWest Woodburn, Northumberland, North East England The day began late the next morning, despite the fact it was unheard of for me to ever sleep in. I'd even failed to so much as set foot out of my...
Funeral
An eighty, you just avoided disposal by a fraction of a percent! you should have aced that with a perfect score! we all but fed you the answers for christ's sake! you should be in one of the top posts of london, set for a name!
A Grand Day Out
Chapter 5: A Grand Day OutJuly 1, 1984 08:00 Hours New Forest, Hampshire, England The back of the transport van was musty and crowded, there was at least twenty five of us Dogs stuffed shoulder to shoulder, sitting on the floor. The heat alone...
The Scent of Blood
"i scored under eighty one percent." my voice was rough. he made that strangled noise again, louder this time. "under eighty one? and they didn't dispose of you?" "seems not." i glanced over to him.
A better world part 2
And that was _not _because i'd been the only anthro lion living in a village whose population had been maybe eighty percent anthro canine (of various kinds).
Prelude
We named one day to be sixteen hours, with an hour of eighty minutes and a minute of eighty seconds. we watched with interest as the drone circled the planet from orbit, relaying video of the surface we would eventually call home.
Farewell, My Master
"my pet...my love - you...you're just as beautiful now...as when i first bought you, eighty-four years ago..." he rasped, the coughed, a rattling sound in his chest. "i..." stammered the vixen, eyes widening.
Eastbound and Down
He clicked the throttle up a knock and the speedometer crawled upward from eighty-five to ninety. the rig climbed another two inches from the pavement and the hum of the lifters rose in pitch.