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Liars, Guns and Morons
She looked upon the remains of Scorpius’ interrogation chamber. Getting inside had not been easy. Braca had been changing Scorpius’ cooling rod and was the first to see her. He had charged toward her shouting “My duty is to Scorpius!”
The overheated cooling rod had been very useful. Braca now lay writhing in agony next to the body of his dead master, unable to sit, too ill to stand. Suffering from living death of the backside. A terrible way to die.
Strapped to the Aurora Chair, John had barely stirred when she killed his tormentors. Weakened by the torture, he did not struggle as she untied the chair’s straps. He just moaned and glanced up at her with his innocent blue eyes. Ah, sweet John, very sweet John.
The small but vicious M’Lee licked her lips and sighed with satisfaction. Yes, the Human had been very sweet, quite a delicacy and well worth the tremendous effort. Earp. She would have to drop in for dinner sometime.
