The Facility (final part)
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I woke up, a sudden rush of feeling myself conscious.
I felt groggy, and could not see shit - am I blind?
I tried to move around but was in a metal box, I pounded with my arms weakly, but it was solid.

I then heard muffled voices, and at my feet I squinted as light poured in.

All of a sudden the surface I was laying on was pulled out of the box into the bright light, I had to cover my eyes and then I heard him. The tech that killed.. tried to kill? me.

“I am so so sorry! it was last minute but after they told me I had to terminate you, I did the best I could, and that was to substitute a tranquilizer that made you seem dead.”

I rubbed my eyes and cracked them open.

I weakly yelled “fucker!, you could have…”

“No, i could not,” he jumped in quickly.

“We didn’t know it but we were on camera all the time, I had to make it look as real as possible knowing that”

As I could finally start getting used to the light again, I looked around. We were in the Facilities morgue.

“What the hell is the rest of the plan!” I shouted, as I tossed my paws on the sides of my head.

I was getting one hell of a headache and yelling did not help.

“I have a van outside, we are lucky the morgue has a door right next to a side lot.”

He tossed some clothes to me.

“We are going to slip out, you, me, and the coyote…”

I cocked my head,

“The coyote?”

He looked at me for a second, then said

“She was the DNA that got mixed up, they had her here too, and she was supposed to die as well. I, I could not see either of you… dead, it was not right. She goes with us.”

I could not help but get a bit defensive at that.

“Does she turn you on too?”

If looks could kill, this would have ended this whole plan with the way he looked at me.

He glared at me and grabbed my collar as he pulled me up,

“Just get some clothes on and be ready to dash to the van, and before you ask, were heading west. There is a safe place in Washington state we can go.”

I donned some shorts and a shirt, it felt weird with the fur under but at this point who cares.

We made the run to the van, and I could hear the coyote bitch whining in there already.

We piled in and took off making it out of the Facility, and headed west.

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EPILOGUE
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It has been a month.

We made it to the safe space in Washington. Turns out the tech got the job because his father works in a high level place in US clandestine work circles, and no one knows of this place. We will make it work here.

He had explained to his dad about a plight at the Facility and needed to get himself and a few other souls far away.

As we walked around the lake, he asked me.

"You know you can take that collar off now, and we can cut the cage off your genitals too."

I stopped and looked at him in thought.

"No" I said,

"It is a reminder of where I came from and one would want to forget that past really, but at the same time, its a reminder to me on what i escaped from. The cage down there, well, reminds me of what brought us together. Without it, I dont feel complete. You, the cage, me - were a package."

After that, I still had a question and decided today to ask.

“Does your father know what you left with?”

He looked off a bit before replying.

“No, but he trusted my judgement enough not to be doing something stupid.”

I moved up to him and put my paws around his waist, looking him in the eyes

“He has got to find out eventu…”

I was cut off as he moved in for a kiss.

After a few seconds, he pulled away.

“I dont care if he does or does not, my love.”

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FIN
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