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I tossed the scientist a radio to feed him information on the location on the creatures. "This is Charlie of the facility guards requesting a MTF unit be sent into 939's containment. Over" I repeated what I said before until I got a response. "This is the facility manager, why do you need a MTF unit at your location. Over" the facility manager replied. "A scientist has fallen over the rail down into the containment!" I shouted into the radio alerting the 939 instances which stoped eating and start to wonder their containment. If you do like this little thing I made I am working on another story with dragons instead so keep an eye out for that
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