It was time to retire. As I walked into another building, closing my nose slits to the horrid smell, and looked at more cages of mutilated animals. I had seen all of this too many times.

The time before last, it had been Fara birds, their pretty feathers plucked to make illegal clothes. Last time it had been Arlon beasts. Their tough hide was removed to make purses and shoes. This time it was humans.

It was no comfort that this time it was a legitimate medical research that had these human sporting bloody cuts all over them. It was just like all the times before; too small cages, no food or water, and filth. And, just like all the times before, no survivors.

I sneered as I found a bottle of healing cream that had recently gone on the market. It was made to help, and it did help, but the poor humans that had to suffer for it to be made...

Picking up the bottle and throwing it in a random direction, my heart leaped as at the tiny, frightened squeak. "I'm so sorry," I rushed to that cage, opening the door. The human inside went stiff, its skin and lips starting to turn blue, even as I reached inside.

"Someone grab a blanket!" I ordered my team, the human flinched, but didn't move away. It looked at me with big brown eyes, and a mess of brown hair. "Aren't you a fluffy thing?" I coo'd at it.

"Here captain Yellow," An officer handed me the blanket, and I held it out. And those sad eyes lit up, stumbling toward the blanket. When it was close enough, I took it out, wrapping it up, and tucking it close to my chest.

"Get the emergency vet on the line," I told the reptilians who brought me the blanket, "Tell him we have one survivor." The bundle in my arms was too light. "A malnourished human." I said, prying its mouth open. It didn't like it, but as weak as it was, it couldn't stop me from looking at its teeth. Its teeth were small, with gaps of just gum. "It's a juvenile." I peeked under the blanket, "A juvenile male that needs immediate attention."

Holding him close, I walked from the building, "Captain," someone called, standing in front of me, "It'll be quicker if you let me dispose of it."

I looked at the Kaymanay that stood in front of me, long protruding jaw full of teeth, looking up to me with beady eyes, licking his jaw and reaching out a stubby hand for the human. I hissed, and shoved past him, smashing a foot on his stubby tail for good measure. "We do not dispose of animals," I hissed again, daring him to challenge me on that. He merely slunk away.

*I may make a spinoff book for Robbie's past. Do you think that's a good idea?

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