“One of them is still unaccounted for, sir.”
“Don’t tell me.”
“91-NPLN.”
Napoleon. “Fuck this,” Adams spat angrily, reaching for the red phone.

“Sir, there’s something else. Initial reports indicate his enclosure was opened from the inside, the voltage mechanism jammed with a shaped fragment of human tooth.”

Compulsively, Colonel Adams tongued the hole where his upper left canine used to be.

“… and it happened 9 minutes before the driver lost control,” the adjutant finished.
Something iron and strong went soft and sour in the colonel’s stomach. Do not show panic.

“Initiate containment protocols. Full spectrum. Operation Midnight is ordered.”