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Mature Content

"Fudge"

She very well knew, her comrade didn't meant fudge, but that was instead her attempt at cursing: she hadn't quite overcome the anti-cursing conditioning from her days in the maturation chamber after being cloned.

But if she was -trying- to curse, it was with a reason.

"What happened?"

"Problems"

"Problems?"

"Look behind me..."

Curious, she was about to look behind her comrade

"SHhh! Not like that!!

Look... but don't stare! Like, you don't want to look!"

She rolled her eyes, but tried to do as her comrade said. Then she saw two very conspicuous soldiers in heavy armors: something that hadn't a place at all in the slums they where -an old refugee camp that had become a permanent marginal settlement-.

"Who are them?"

"UTI"

"Urinary Tract Infection?"

"what?! No! Underdark Technologies Incorporated!"

They didn't had actually any markings.

"Who?"

"The cursed drows who think they are superiors than everybody." the aenian afra -corporative clone of an elf, produced by Azimuth Pharmaceuticals- answered.

She frowned. She didn't think she knew who they where, but for sure the SMG she had in her hands wouldn't be enough at all against these two... and who knows, if there where more of them around.

Damn, guarding underground illegal laboratories of Azimuth Pharmaceuticals in the slums was more dangerous than she thought, when she was given this assignment.

"What is their problem?"

"They sort of think they have a divine-granted monopoly on the market of cloning non-humans. That's it" her comrade said...

and precisely, they where standing over a secret laboratory of Azimuth Pharmaceuticals that was working on developing a chemical weapon against non-humans, using as test rats the refugees over there...

"Damn" she whispered, they weren't in their AZPHAR uniforms for a moment, to make themselves invisible... but really, while the laboratory was secret, it wasn't secret the presence of Azimuth Pharmaceuticals in the slums... and so far, while they were seen, the UTI corporate mercenaries didn't seemed to mind them. "What we do?"

"We must warn the lab and prepare for a possible raid. We can't use the radio. For sure they are jamming our hearing our radio chatter"

She nodded, and quickly the two aenian aFras, making it like they where simply continuing with their own business, vaporized from the slum...

...which would probably soon became a battlefield.

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Commission for Anonymous Deviant.

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