Page 56 of Surviving Enchantment: Part One
It was a very strange shift.She ran into Jennel’s team, the team with Benny, Neekil and his guys, and finally, as they finished their assisting of someone on the docks who had pierced two fingers, Solor was dealing with a drunk kraken who wanted a fight.
When all the tentacles were bound with connected bands, the suspect was heaved into a transport, and Solor was washing his hands to get the slime off.He saw her and laughed.“Good evening, Medic Mills.”
“Evening Agent Stomp.”
He chuckled.“Busy night?”
“Yup.Two hours until breakfast.I have already taken Skip by the taco truck twice.Thankfully, the two lunches that folks packed for me are holding me up.”
A band of magic moved over his body and cleaned off the kraken slime.“Wouldn’t do to let that soak in.”
She chuckled.“No.We keep a few changes of clothes in the rig for when we deal with merfolk.”
He paused.“You change in there?”
“When we have to.Usually, we just do it next to it.”She smiled and glanced back at the ambulance.“Well, I have to get going.Have a fun night.”
He kissed her forehead.“See you shortly.”
“Yup.I am expanding my breakfast order.Fair warning.”
He chuckled.“Not a problem.Give us a text when you are heading to the diner.”
“Okay.”
He gave her a small hug, and she returned to the rig and got behind the wheel.Skip was catching up on the paperwork.When she was ready, there was a ping, and they got a call.She hauled ass to the fall off a roof while assaulting a neighbour’s holiday decorations.Apparently, someone had put them up too early, according to the goblin who hit the ground.
Nylora felt the blood dripping from her cheeks, and her body slowly began to heal itself.
Skip said, “Do you want to get that taken care of?”
“What?The cuts?They are healing.”
“Yeah, but we have been called for the night, and it’s almost our sign-off anyway.Can they heal before you go on the date?”
“Uh, no.But they should be clotted on the way there.That was a very powerful, very old goblin.”
“Can you force a healing?”
“No.I leave work like this all the time.What’s the issue?”
Skip was looking in the side mirror.“Because two guys in body armour are walking toward us.”
She was exhausted, so she sent a flash of healing through her, but her face had still been marked with three sets of claw marks.They weren’t going to fade before her next shift.Her fresh shirt covered the body marks, and the corset had done its job.Bump was fine.
“Is the file finished?”
“Yup.”
“Should I go out the top?”
“Funny.Just hop out.See how they react.”Skip stayed in the truck.
“Coward.”She grabbed her lunch bags and opened the door, sliding to the ground and slowly closing the door in the vehicle’s marked bay.She took a deep breath and turned toward the approaching agents.“Morning.”
Solor and Demuel froze in their tracks.Solor said, “What happened?”
“Hazard of the job.Angry seniors with claws are angry seniors.”
