| From: | Paul J. Adam Shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Unexpected Guests |
| Date: | Mon, 31 May 1999 16:56:02 +0100 |
>>>>>[+++++begin diary
Every day you gain a little. You have to keep perspective.
I'm tired, it's been a shitty day, I don't want to go to the prisoner level.
But, there's something there that "demands my attention". And it's got the
Doc's stamp. So, wherever he's been, he's back.
I ride the elevator, walk to the processing area. Here, we bring in thirty
or forty prisoners a week, bought or kidnapped. Most get a tranquilliser
and stuffed into a cheap plastic capsule, and fed through the airlock to be
given to the Queen and her minions. A few of the pretty ones get put in a
cell for a few hours or days, until the guards lose interest in them... then
they get tranquillised and given to the Queen.
Hard to know who gets the worst deal.
I still have trouble with helping the Queen and her army, even though the
Doctor's so confident he's got her under control. At least he let me beef up
the defences in her breeding chambers.
No matter what, though, we've got to deal with her.
I arrive in the tail end of "processing" a batch of prisoners. Ugly sounds are
coming from three of the cells, their doors open, a couple of guards
looking in at each. The fourth cell's door is locked firmly shut.
I make myself tune out the screams and sobs from the open doors. I used
to care about such things, and look where it got me. Instead I head for
the locked door, look through the peephole.
The biggest Troll I've seen in years lies on the floor, curled in a foetal
position, many burns of shock batons visible.
"He killed two men even in manacles." Leung says. One of the better
soldiers on the guard detail. His commander's in one of the cells, amusing
himself with a prisoner, and Leung knows this is a good way to get my
attention. "We thought you'd prefer him alive to dead."
"You were right." I admit. This guy is too good to waste. Maybe a Host,
maybe a hybrid, perhaps we can even recruit him as he stands, but we
need talent like that. "Well done."
The Troll utters a deep basso groan and clutches at his injuries. I sigh.
"Put food and a medkit in there for him. See what he does."
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-- Mitchell <16:55:43/05-31-60>
