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account." "That's all that I have," Bill whimpered. "Then sign a chit
against next month's pay." "You have no soul," Bill muttered as he
signed. "I checked it at the church when I got in the service. What's the
name? I have to access the computer to find where I filed your fang."
"Bill. With two L's." "Two L's only for officers." He punched the
keyboard. "Here it is, under Bil where it belongs. Freezer twelve, in the
liquid nitrogen." He grabbed up metal tongs and rushed off, was back in an
instant with a plastic cylinder that smoked moistly in the warm air. He threw
it into the microwave and pushed buttons. "Sixty seconds should do it. Any
more and it would be cooked." "No jokes, Doc. This is a serious matter."
"Only to you, trooper. To me it's just a few more bucks for my broker towards
buying my discharge." The microwave pinged and he jerked his thumb towards the
operating table. "Take your trousers off and lie down." "Trousers? It goes
in my jaw, Doc-where were you thinking of putting it?" Praktis's only
answer was an evil chuckle as he wheeled the electronic surgeon into place.
Bill gagged as the rubber clamps whipped his mouth open. Praktis muttered and
punched com12 mands into the keyboard. Bill screamed hoarsely around the
clamps as the laser scalpel sizzled his gums and forceps twisted an incisor.
"Oops, sorry, I forgot." Praktis lied sadistically as he shot in a local
anesthetic before continuing. In a matter of seconds the tooth was out, Bill's
gum was peeled back, the hole in his jaw drilled larger, the roots of the fang
firmly implanted, GrowFlesh pumped into the interstices before sutureglue
sealed it all into place. "Rinse and spit and get out of here," Praktis
ordered as Bill climbed groggily on his feet. "That's better," Bill said,
admiring himself in the mirror. He twanged each tusk in turn, then smiled a
twisted smile. This was really a very revolting expression. "Deathwish Drang
would be proud to see me, if he was still alive." "Out." "Not yet,
Doc." He tore the oversized shoe from his right foot and stretched out his
long toes. Then raked three long grooves into the plastic floor. "What about
this, huh? What about this?" "Very nice indeed, if I say so myself. I
think your claws need trimming." "The foot needs changing! Am I to go
through the rest of my life with a giant chicken foot stuck onto my ankle?"
"Why not? It sure beats a wooden leg." "I want a real foot!" "You got
a real foot-a real giant mutated chicken foot. And let me tell you, not that I
want to brag, but there isn't another surgeon in the known universe that could
have done that. And they complain about my so-called illegal experiments!
They'll13come crawling to me when they have foot troubleyou wait and see."
"I don't want to wait and see nothing. Except a real live human foot there."
"You know the drill, trooper, so don't come whining to me with your petty
problems. There is a war on, soldier-or haven't you heard? There are
shortages. And one thing in really short supply is spare feet." "Isn't
there anything you can do?" "I could give you a rabbit's foot instead.
They are supposed to be very lucky." Bill howled, "I want a real foot!"
His howl went unheard because at that moment there was a loud explosion that
blew away most of the roof of the hospital. C H A P T E R 2 14 While
Dr. Praktis vibrated with fear, gaping vacantly at the gaping hole and falling
debris, Bill dived under the metal table. Once his personal ass had been saved
he thought of the future, and his chicken foot, so out of pure selfishness
reached out and dragged the doctor to safety. A great lump of masonry fell on
the spot where Praktis had just been standing and he gurgled with horror. Then