Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),
And we begin Chapter 17.
First Impression: Well....that escalated quickly. Took a turn that I was not expecting and I also realized that the plot is now somewhat in a massive game of twister because three separate conflicts have been introduce in the past few chapters and neither of them have been resolved. Well should be interesting to say the least when this is all resolved eventually.
Patrick threw himself out of the stool. He stumbled, almost went over on his ankle, but managed to grab the edge of the surveillance desk and squeeze it tight, keeping himself standing. The stool clattered to the ground as he swept it out the way and leaned forward to look as close as he could at the screen. Descending into the crocodile enclosure now was a long, black shiny helicopter.
Out of all the places to chose, the land in the crocodile enclosure. Aren't there like fairly large viewing areas that would be far more convenient than the quite possible wet and swampy crocodile enclosure.
"Patrick McAfferty?" the human, a brown-haired young man shouted. He wore a tight-fitting black jacket and black cotton trousers; Patrick could barely see him in the night. "Mr McAfferty, we are here to arrest you for breaching regulations in your research for the Neuromax company."
Well what happened to all those other technicians that were helping him in that panda part? Are they napping? Did they vanish? Were they only there for the panda segment? Also wow, Neuromax has that kind of power.
"Patrick!" Treego screamed as he was marched across the bridge. Patrick tried to spot him in the darkness - there, a quick blur of blue - but his guard pushed him faster and soon he was at the other side. He could barely see past the policewoman as he twisted his head around, but he thought he saw Treego clambering onto the top of the bridge's railing. There would be no good in him following. It was true that he was the fastest up and down the ladders, but Patrick was sure he would soon be travelling in some sort of vehicle not even a cheetah could catch.
Well a cheetah can clock highway speeds when it wants to. And a peregrine falcon could do a decent job of following a helicopter.
Helicopters descended upon only some of the cages, and after Patrick's head had stopped thumping so hard he realised that it was Rita, the rhinos, Cedric the lion, anything that could cause harm to an invading force if their snouts were not quickly sealed shut.
One word: Elephants
"She says it's not the man's fault, that it's the company, Neuromax! I told you!" Andrew exclaimed. "And boy, you should year her grammar, ma'am. Puts half our force to shame."
The sergeant sighed. "I know your opinions, officer. You don't have to tell me again how sure you are that the big evil Neuromax is to blame, that they're putting things in the water, or the air, pushing science too far. This man has been proven to have no connection to that company, none whatsoever. Now do your job, and get these animals into cages!}
So he's being arrested for breaching research regulations from Neuromax but they know that he isn't connected to Neuromax. That doesn't appear to make any sense there.
He walked around to the cage's door and stuck something small and thin into the lock, twisted it once, then was inside. The monkeys immediately scattered and scurried up the walls of the cage, just as they did every day. But today their audience was a man with a tranquiliser gun who, despite his reluctance, targeted each one of the monkeys one by one with pinpoint accuracy. He ran about, catching each one as softly as he could as they fell, then moved onto the next, shot, catched.
Well it usually takes a bit more effort than that to pick a lock. (Trust me I've done this before)
He let the sergeant march him out of the zoo. He didn't deserve to be there.
Oh dear. Well that's quite a dark thought to have.
And that's it.
Overall: Well things have really gone to hell here. I'm guessing this is the point at which we hit rock bottom and start to climb our way out. Maybe?? And well how exactly do they plan on carrying off all those animals.
As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.
Stay Safe
Harry
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