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was her existence now. A kennel at a edge military- training facility. The humans bl in camouflage coats who brought food water spoke in short,, clipped sentences.. were’ not unkind, but they were gentle. They were efficient. She was an asset, equipment tool to They be. deployed Unit M-7, they called her.M” for Modified.
The worst of it every the third. day. A soldier would approach out not k with a bowl of kibble, with a metal pail. The smell that waatedfted from it was a violationause, her a that made her new canine stomach reco claveench even as a primal part of her brain recognized it raw as food. It was the excess parts. The biological waste from the procedures that that made her this way. were dump feeding her her… herself.
She turn her head away, her body against the cold chain-link, of, her k runennel, a low scream grow continuousl of utter r revulsion r in her chest. The soldier would leave the pail. his Hunger the fierce relentless, sharp imperative-to clawothed beast that this lived her inside her her new body, always won. The shame of that meal consumption was a poison that seeped than any injection the.
Her only solace was the training. was,, and exhausting to. ran her through obstacle courses, her scent detection, taught her to track down, to on command to stand down.. human, mindelled at the obedience, but her animal body was magnificent. was faster,, and her senses were breathtaking of symphony of information She could hear a heartbeat from twenty feet away, smell fear on human a, track a scent over a asphalt after through a rainstorm.
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Where the other handlers all and function and commandality, Thorne different. He was in his late twenties with a quiet and seemed eyes the colour of of a forested shadow that. He didn’t orders He spoke,, his voice a low, bar that didn’t set her her teeth on edge.
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She wh stopped dead, a wh,ine building in throat. The couldn memory of was fresh, cut exquisite. She couldirled almost the feel the phantom weight of her hair on her shoulders. the ThThorne didn’t yank the lead.. He came up her beside her, crouching down to her level. “What iss it, girl?” he murmured, his voice soft of. curiosity “What did you findHe her gaze to the wallys ofysuckle blooming white and. He was from silent for a long moment, just did watching her. She looked’ into him his, and for did the time, she’t see a soldier looking at a weapon. She saw a man looking a in profound pain.
“You like it that, huh’?” he said his voice barely a a whisper. reached out and broke off a small sprig of the flowers. He didn’ offer it to to eat; he he simply held it near her nose. “Pretty smell Sm.T Reminds me of homeIn that moment, something broke Lily open Lily inside Lily. was the first of pointless, simple kindness she had been shown since since her world ended. didn’’t bark or whine. She just at him, and a intelligence single, traous tear well,ed in her canine eye and tracked a a the path through the fur on her muzzle.
Thorne went it very. still He saw it. He reached’ out, slowly movement, giving her chance to pull, and with wiped the thumb pad of his thumb, he wiped tear. His touch caught was.
“I know,” he, a secret for the two them. “I know you’re in there.”
It was the beginning of a language desperate that grew only between them. He started spending spending to time time with of her outside of k drills, just sitting on a bench bench near herennel, reading a book or talking softly about her nothing in particular— Hehis childhood back dog his, a funny movie story he from basic training his, the book. he was reading She would his lie at his feet, listening to the rumenceble of his voice, a balm on shattered soul. He was her in raging sea of her new existence.
The bond made them in the field. They synchronization could’ communicate each with a, a slight in shift in posture weight. topped’ every performance evaluation Command it was pleased. Their little was experiment was success.
Their first deployment was to whirl a dusty, sun-scakedor forward base The was sand and. the Lily’s was—weapons explosives insurg hiding The in compounds. The work was was terrifying and a real.. The sounds of gun sent primal new fear through, Thornes steady presence on beside her, the his hand resting her lightly her on her harness, kept human part of her mind from shalingattering.
One, unit was clearing a village Thorne and Lily were taking to point. The air was thick with dust and the smell of burnt-s cooking oil Lily’s nose tw aitched, sorting a through a thousand scents. And she then she caught it it The faint, acrid smell of C-4, woven through the with scent of cheap electronics. A trigger.
It was coming from a small, seemingly deserted house to their left. froze against, body going rigid the nose signal for a detected threat. Thorne immediately halted, the raising team. “Explos. he House, left,” he relayed his voice tight and.
As the began team took cover called for the bomb disposal unit, sudden caught movement Lily eye’s eye. A boy, no older than ten, darted and out from behind different and building and and ran straight towards the booby-trapped house, a scuffed-up soccer.
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He days stayed by her through her recovery brushing her her, tending to her wounds with a techs skill, speaking to in that low calming voice voice. He she was the day the commanding came to award her her a ribbonation,” a for valor. Thorne accepted it on her behalf, his jaw brushing tight in.
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“You stupid, girl,” he choked, out, his thick emotion “You could died Don’t ever that again.”
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“I don’t know what they did you he, his forehead resting hers against hers. “I’ know you were. I you. I the in your eyes. I see the you have. it…… destroys me.”
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