You ask Michelle what she means by regular people. She lightly smiles.
"What, you couldn't tell? I'm lab meat. They grew ten of me in a vat, pumped us full of drugs, dumped a decade of combat training into our brains and then sold us off. Like a box of puppies, if the puppies were roided out killin' machines. Vasquez Law Enforcement is kinda small time, so they could only afford one of us. The other mes are prob'ly workin' for big corporations or playin' bodyguard for rich folks. Somethin' like that.
Lab meat like me is the way of the future for cop jobs. I mean, if you gotta put a life on the line, why not make it somebody expendable? I ain't got a family, I'm just here to shoot stuff. Since a tube cop's basically got super strength, there's a whole market for big ol' stupid cannons like this one... weapons that should prob'ly be mounted to a tank or somethin', but I can carry 'em around just fine.
I'm not just cost effective, I'm good for the economy."
Check Michelle's wound and her attempts at dressing the wound and patch her up a little better if we can. While checking her wounds ask what she's seen and observed in the hospital so far.
Great tribute, Morgenstern.
Fellow readers, remember the movie Aliens, with the muscular Colonian Marine Private First Class Jenette Vasquez with the big gun and red bandanna?
Nurse Uniform
Bloody Bandages
Scent of fresh Linens
Backpack
Backpack:
Syringe (Pesticide)
Towels (Bloody)
Clean Severed Hand
Screwdriver
Batteries
Duct tape
Basement Keycard
pack of Cigarettes
Super Soaker (Pesticide)
Hand sanitizer
Painkillers
Fellow readers, remember the movie Aliens, with the muscular Colonian Marine Private First Class Jenette Vasquez with the big gun and red bandanna?