"What are you waiting for? Cut him open already." The voice barked right in her ear, and Riley flinched, the small jerk causing the laser she wielded to zigzag across the flesh she dissected.
Oops. She braced for the slap, which surprisingly didn't follow. Instead, she received a verbal version.
"You stupid b***h. Can't you do anything right?"
Inwardly, she seethed-Pompous prick!-outwardly, she cringed. "I-I'm sorry. You startled me. Don't worry, I didn't damage anything of import." As if the dead thing on her table cared.
Where the company and the military kept finding these mutant bodies and why they kept shipping them to her dead, were questions she'd learned not to ask. The first beating had taught her that lesson. The subsequent ones made sure she understood she lived and breathed
