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"So how is the...subject?" Lauren asked as she stripped out of her clothes. The medical doctor who had been assigned to her team took her time answering the question, instead filling a hypodermic needle with a clear liquid.
Lauren bit her lip as she looked at the needle. Trying to distract herself from the thought of how much another booster would sting, she took some time to look at herself in the mirror. At 30 years old, she was still quite fit and not half-bad looking, at least in her own opinion. Spending months at a time out in the field, getting involved with local customs and projects tended to prevent the buildup of fat so she was as lean as she used to be in her swimteam days and her muscles were toned but not overly so...which allowed her to maintain a modest bust and a posterior that drew a few glances when she wore something which showed it off. Top it off with a solid tan over her whole body that was uninterrupted by any tanlines and a dark pixie cut that was easy to maintain but also offset her bright green eyes and she still considered herself a bit of a prize.
Of course there were some flaws she didn't care for: a chipped front tooth she always forgot to sit down and have fixed, dark rings around her eyes from days of study and insomnia caused by the multitude of jungle diseases she had picked up over the years. Then there was her skin...it had that lovely farmer's tan but it had become a veritable scrapbook over the years: a burn mark on her arm from where she was branded when studying extreme BDSM practices, a large scar on her left side from where a Somali pirate had attacked her with a knife. Then there were all the marks from...
"OW!!!" She cried out as the hypodermic needle was plunged into her ass, releasing the booster into her bloodstream. One more prick mark to add to the collection.
"The mermaid is docile right now, Crypt-girl. Now, on with your diving suit. Your SCUBA certification hasn't slipped, has it?" The doctor asked, smiling at the offended anthropologist.
"No, I was actually working an underwater exploration off the coast of Japan just-" Lauren started, pulling the tight material over herself.
"Good. You'll be going alone for first contact." The doctor said, impatiently shoving the tank and mask towards Lauren, "You'll be in a diving cage accompanied by a remote control robot. Relax, it just takes pictures and looks like a yellow volleyball. We use them for dolphin recording. Speaking of, there's a small pod of them one kilometer south of where you and the "subject"will be making contact. Your task will be to ascertain the subject's health, find out her diet, and try and make her comfortable communicating with us."
Lauren finished putting her gear on, puzzled at the doctor's hostility, "Okay, I think it sounds simple enough...though wouldn't you be better able to determine its health?"
The doctor made a mocking look of shock as she pushed Lauren out the door, "What? The trained medical doctor who treated her injuries and had to develop several procedures and devices on the fly to care for her might be better suited to judge a mermaid's health than some hippie cryptozoologist who wrote a one-off paper on theoretical human-animal hybrids? Nooo..."
Lauren turned around and tried to snap at the doctor, "Well, with a bedside manner like yours, I'm surprised she didn't leap right out of the water to give you a big-ole kiss. Besides, why are you so sure it's a woman? We're talking about a new species, pronounced breasts don't necessarily mean...
"Trust me." The doctor said poignantly, "when you see her, you'll know."
Lauren shook her head at the comment and walked through the pressure chamber that was attached to the medical bay and entered the diving cage. While her equipment was up to scratch, the diving cage was surprisingly low-tech. She supposed the Navy had to make do with what they could. The subject had only been discovered 48 hours ago and the 10 kilometer area they had cordoned off had most of its ships occupied with maintaining the titanium net they had surrounded the area in. Still, the thing looked like it was a rusty mess and even had barnacles on its side. The door was even held close with a simple latch. It would easily allow Lauren to get out...and for the subject to get in.
Lauren got in and shuddered as the gears spun to life, lowering the cage. She tried to calm herself by reviewing the details she had been provided:
1. The subject had been found washed ashore an undisclosed island in the Virgin Islands. Subject seemed injured and lost conciousness by the time Navy personnel were able to locate it. Subject was then treated by a shrill harpy who made the diagnosis of bruised ribs, blunt force trauma to multiple parts of the subjects upper torso, and multiple lacerations. Subject also had several "scales" missing from her lower body.
2. During treatment, which was conducted in a specialized underwater medical bay, subject was fed intravenously and its body seemed to accept the substances willingly. Treatment above the surface had some effect but was far slower than when done underwater. Subject recovered enough to escape the medical bay after 14 hours of treatment.
Lauren's eyes widened as the majesty of the sea greeted her. It was a diverse selection of tropical fauna.
3. 3 hours after the subject's escape, the Navy diverted a transatlantic flight containing her to an airport where she could be transported to the quarantine area. She was given a brief explanation, forced to sign some confidentiality paperwork, and then had her first booster administered.
4. 30 minutes prior, a sighting had occurred.
The cage hit its maximum depth and shuddered. Lauren was surprised at how far the rickety thing could go as she had to turn her flashlights on that had been attached to her shoulders just to see. She cautiously peered out through the bars, nervous about being stuck in a cage in the ocean depths but was also worried about the subject...mermaid.
After all, while it was true mermaids were something that use to amuse her and be a focus of her studies during her cryptozoology days, the only things the multiple accounts could agree upon were that they were women who were half fish. The other accounts had them range from seductive murderers who preyed on sailors to beings who saved and loved humans.
Still, how could she pass up the opportunity?
"I'm stepping out of the cage, control." She said over the com-system.
"Roger doctor. We'll send the robot down after you later. If you have any trouble, just press the white button on your left palm. We'll start withdrawing the cage."
"How will that help me if I'm outside of the cage?"
"Well...you'll need to get back in the cage."
Lauren steeled her nerves and opened the cage, kicking her flippers as she began to search for the mermaid.
Lauren bit her lip as she looked at the needle. Trying to distract herself from the thought of how much another booster would sting, she took some time to look at herself in the mirror. At 30 years old, she was still quite fit and not half-bad looking, at least in her own opinion. Spending months at a time out in the field, getting involved with local customs and projects tended to prevent the buildup of fat so she was as lean as she used to be in her swimteam days and her muscles were toned but not overly so...which allowed her to maintain a modest bust and a posterior that drew a few glances when she wore something which showed it off. Top it off with a solid tan over her whole body that was uninterrupted by any tanlines and a dark pixie cut that was easy to maintain but also offset her bright green eyes and she still considered herself a bit of a prize.
Of course there were some flaws she didn't care for: a chipped front tooth she always forgot to sit down and have fixed, dark rings around her eyes from days of study and insomnia caused by the multitude of jungle diseases she had picked up over the years. Then there was her skin...it had that lovely farmer's tan but it had become a veritable scrapbook over the years: a burn mark on her arm from where she was branded when studying extreme BDSM practices, a large scar on her left side from where a Somali pirate had attacked her with a knife. Then there were all the marks from...
"OW!!!" She cried out as the hypodermic needle was plunged into her ass, releasing the booster into her bloodstream. One more prick mark to add to the collection.
"The mermaid is docile right now, Crypt-girl. Now, on with your diving suit. Your SCUBA certification hasn't slipped, has it?" The doctor asked, smiling at the offended anthropologist.
"No, I was actually working an underwater exploration off the coast of Japan just-" Lauren started, pulling the tight material over herself.
"Good. You'll be going alone for first contact." The doctor said, impatiently shoving the tank and mask towards Lauren, "You'll be in a diving cage accompanied by a remote control robot. Relax, it just takes pictures and looks like a yellow volleyball. We use them for dolphin recording. Speaking of, there's a small pod of them one kilometer south of where you and the "subject"will be making contact. Your task will be to ascertain the subject's health, find out her diet, and try and make her comfortable communicating with us."
Lauren finished putting her gear on, puzzled at the doctor's hostility, "Okay, I think it sounds simple enough...though wouldn't you be better able to determine its health?"
The doctor made a mocking look of shock as she pushed Lauren out the door, "What? The trained medical doctor who treated her injuries and had to develop several procedures and devices on the fly to care for her might be better suited to judge a mermaid's health than some hippie cryptozoologist who wrote a one-off paper on theoretical human-animal hybrids? Nooo..."
Lauren turned around and tried to snap at the doctor, "Well, with a bedside manner like yours, I'm surprised she didn't leap right out of the water to give you a big-ole kiss. Besides, why are you so sure it's a woman? We're talking about a new species, pronounced breasts don't necessarily mean...
"Trust me." The doctor said poignantly, "when you see her, you'll know."
Lauren shook her head at the comment and walked through the pressure chamber that was attached to the medical bay and entered the diving cage. While her equipment was up to scratch, the diving cage was surprisingly low-tech. She supposed the Navy had to make do with what they could. The subject had only been discovered 48 hours ago and the 10 kilometer area they had cordoned off had most of its ships occupied with maintaining the titanium net they had surrounded the area in. Still, the thing looked like it was a rusty mess and even had barnacles on its side. The door was even held close with a simple latch. It would easily allow Lauren to get out...and for the subject to get in.
Lauren got in and shuddered as the gears spun to life, lowering the cage. She tried to calm herself by reviewing the details she had been provided:
1. The subject had been found washed ashore an undisclosed island in the Virgin Islands. Subject seemed injured and lost conciousness by the time Navy personnel were able to locate it. Subject was then treated by a shrill harpy who made the diagnosis of bruised ribs, blunt force trauma to multiple parts of the subjects upper torso, and multiple lacerations. Subject also had several "scales" missing from her lower body.
2. During treatment, which was conducted in a specialized underwater medical bay, subject was fed intravenously and its body seemed to accept the substances willingly. Treatment above the surface had some effect but was far slower than when done underwater. Subject recovered enough to escape the medical bay after 14 hours of treatment.
Lauren's eyes widened as the majesty of the sea greeted her. It was a diverse selection of tropical fauna.
3. 3 hours after the subject's escape, the Navy diverted a transatlantic flight containing her to an airport where she could be transported to the quarantine area. She was given a brief explanation, forced to sign some confidentiality paperwork, and then had her first booster administered.
4. 30 minutes prior, a sighting had occurred.
The cage hit its maximum depth and shuddered. Lauren was surprised at how far the rickety thing could go as she had to turn her flashlights on that had been attached to her shoulders just to see. She cautiously peered out through the bars, nervous about being stuck in a cage in the ocean depths but was also worried about the subject...mermaid.
After all, while it was true mermaids were something that use to amuse her and be a focus of her studies during her cryptozoology days, the only things the multiple accounts could agree upon were that they were women who were half fish. The other accounts had them range from seductive murderers who preyed on sailors to beings who saved and loved humans.
Still, how could she pass up the opportunity?
"I'm stepping out of the cage, control." She said over the com-system.
"Roger doctor. We'll send the robot down after you later. If you have any trouble, just press the white button on your left palm. We'll start withdrawing the cage."
"How will that help me if I'm outside of the cage?"
"Well...you'll need to get back in the cage."
Lauren steeled her nerves and opened the cage, kicking her flippers as she began to search for the mermaid.