Dangerous by Default

54. Don't start ovulating just yet

Another stimulating minute spent waiting around with these morons and I might as well have some anesthesia myself......

Godefrida's knitted brows hover over Ami's motionless body as the medication puts her to sleep. Their prisoner had been in such a deep depression since passing on all details of the surgery, it had been a piece of cake getting her to do as they pleased. She hadn't uttered a word since. So pathetic.

As the minutes slugged by, the small surgical lab became poor shelter from the childishly vibrant voices coming from the hall. White Wing was taking longer than she promised and It was driving Godefrida crazy.

"Ya'll see summa that gender neutral baby shit!" Thundered Senegalanesis.

"Blech, I'd never let a child of mine near that cheap fabric." Pulchellus snidely remarks. "And like, what is gender neutral anyways?"

Decipiens boredly adds, "Do you care for anything but yourself? I mean, not everyone strives to live in the suffocating boxes you bow down to..."

"What is that even supposed to mean, hm? You're either a boy or a girl, seems pretty simple." Godefrida imagines Pulchellus flipping her hair with her response. She shifts Ami's legs into the stirrups, trying to drown them out.

"Oh just shut up! We get it, you're a vapid moron!" the sudden fire in Decipiens sparked an unexpected scuffling of boots.

Godefrida pokes her head out of the room, and before she can do anything she watches Pulchellus sock him in the nose. Fighting the urge to steal the anesthesia mouthpiece from Ami before anyone could notice requires every fiber of willpower. The ding of the elevator calms the mayhem in an instant.

"Alright, losers. Who's ready to get this gal pregnant?" Godefrida and her team hesitate for a brief second. White Wing was addressing them in her usual crimson uniform, but with one crucial piece missing. She wasn't wearing a mask. Her confidence helps them snap quickly into action, all fearing the scrutiny of bringing attention to her boldness.

Entering the cramped lab, White Wing hands Godefrida a heavy backpack.

"Womb and goop are ready to go, how's my precious girlfriend holding up?"

"Amiable as ever and awaiting our care. Vitals looking good, just need to sanitize and activate the purse like she said before we use our five armed friend."

"Just what I like to hear. Well then, what are we waiting for? Snap to it!"

Pulling the dense oval and small vial out from the depths of the pack, Decipiens shifts the artificial womb in his hands. Godefrida can't help but judge the extreme look of concentration on his face as he looks for the on button.

"What? Never seen a Uterus before? C'mon now, Deci." Snatching it from his hands impatiently, the palm of her hand slides over the organ. Pressure soon finds its way to a circular indent and with a beep, success!

"Now that's how you do it!" she looks down at his sad face to give a sardonic grin.

Her smugness is premature, and to her surprise the womb gives a shudder that reverberates up her arm before springing from her hands. This wasn't the purse.

Poised in the middle of the room snarled a militant looking robotic dog, and just as the lot of them began to encircle him he evades their grasp. Knocking over both Godefrida and Decipiens, the canine takes his place in front of Ami's still body. He's protecting her. Still disoriented, it's plain to see that even with all of their training and prowess, this bot has them outwitted. In the wide stance of a pig wrangler, Senegalanesis lunges for its hind legs. Before he can retaliate, the bot sends the stupid toothpick in his mouth flying before searing high energy burns into his wrists and ankles. With the perkiness of a cheer captain, Pulchellus kartwheels, attempting to jump onto its back. It's sensors flash briefly, swirling its body supine to stick its legs in the air. With a quick hoisting of its legs, She is sent flailing into White Wing, in an almost comedic fumbling of limbs.

"Fuckers! They did the old switcheroo trope!" White Wing huffs as she pushes Pulchellus off her. "Should have gutted them when I had the chance!"

"What the hell we do now? Even if I can tackle this here varmint, we still ain't got no baby machine." laments Senegalanesis as he picks up his trusty tooth pick from the floor. His burns had already begun to blister.

Lighting a cigarette, White Wing begins to pace outside the hallway.

"I believe we have underestimated our dear Blues. But This doesn't mean we have failed just yet. It's only a matter of time before the police nab them. It will delay things quite a bit but our good friend Janus can always swipe the purse from them once in custody. Or, if we're really lucky-" They watched her scoff, as if swallowing something bitter. "-They're headed our way as I speak. I need you two-" Pointing a harsh finger at Senegalanesis and Pulchellus, " -on watch duty of the facilities before we know what the hell we can do next. Guess we can't start ovulating just yet!"