A Bull in the China Shop

Nathan was shaking by the time he reached the doors. He slammed his hand down on the palm reader and grit his teeth while the green line slowly scanned over his print. The reader beeped once, signaling his release, and the doors slid open with a shush. The captain was already twisting through the portal and passed the threshold before the lab coats inside knew there was a visitor.

Men and women in pristine porcelain-white over-coats startled as a veritable bull charged through their midst. A few stood and called out, but none dared take the steps to stop him.

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About azhwi

An editing student, graduated Feb 2012. An avid fan of video games, fanfiction, anime, writing, and the serial comma.
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