Over the course of two seconds Maun slumped and hit the table, the back of his head unfolding like wet noodles, Wallace jumped, Grelt screamed, and Lee had reholstered her gun.

"AAAAAUGH!" Grelt yelled at the sudden violence. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING LEE?"

"Reacting," said Lee.

Grelt grabbed his head with his hands on his ears as he turned towards the woman. Likely he'd had modifications to those as well and had his hearing up to listen for irregular heart beats during the interrogation. "Reacting to what?! A nicotine patch?"

Lee shrugged. "It looked like a microdermal patch to me. The kind that activates implanted explosives. Besides, that's not where you put a nicotine patch."

"A what?" Wallace chimed in.

Lee shrugged again, "I read about them online. Apparently the Core's been appropriating some older military tech to-"

You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.

"I don't give a fuck where you read or what you read," Grelt cut in, "we needed him alive to get what information we could out of him. The first time we'd ever captured a core agent alive, and you fucking shot him in the face!"

Lee didn't have anything to say to that. She knew what she'd seen and she had a feeling by the way Maun's face had turned gray the moment he saw the patch on the table that it wasn't something to screw with.

"Get out and get someone to come clean this up!" Grelt shouted at her. He had a bit of Maun on his face that Lee just noticed. Probably shouldn't have used hollow points. The thought of deciding on which type of bullet to load her gun with this morning, having no clue as to how the day would turn out, made Lee smile. Unfortunately Grelt noticed and glared at her. "No, Wallace you get someone to do something about this. Lee, you're fired. Get the fuck out of my site!" and he waved a hand at the chaos beyond the table.

Lee stared at Grelt for a second more and shrugged one last time. "Fine," she said and exited the room.

When the door closed behind her, and out of the dim light of the interrogation room, Lee gave a small sigh. She was not doing great at holding down a job lately. Also, who calls them carnal houses?

Lee took the elevator down to the lobby, wondering if she had any spaghetti at home.