>>58605813"We sent the pieces of it to the lab for chemical and structural analysis, but those guys are taking their sweet ass time with it. Either way, it is the only way to confirm our cellulose and lignin theory," he continued.
"Did you manage to keep it from dying?" you asked.
"The Pig? Can't say yet. Different biology, different responses to trauma. All I can say is that it isn't dead yet. For now we are keeping it under observation in the fire-type chamber made from the finest materials borrowed from NASA and the cheapest sprinkler system money could buy," he replied with a smirk on his face.
"Very interesting way to contain it," you said with a grin on your face.
"You should consider yourself lucky. Because the ghost-type chamber is just a massive pile of salt, silver, gold, iron, holy water, holy icons, and whatever other stuff came to our minds. And the best part of it is that we don't know if it will even work," he said in a tone that would be best described as a depressed chuckle.
"Anyway, I'm not going to waste any more of your time. See you later," he said.
"See ya," you replied while taking course to the station.
Inside the station it was more active than usual.
When you were doing your paperwork, your friend from the FBI interrupted you.
"Do you have a moment to talk?" she asked.
"Yeah what's up?" you replied.
"Would you have some time to talk after hours? I have some paperwork to catch up on, so I can't join you on your patrol today," she asked.
"Uhh. Sure. No problem. Just call me in advance," you replied.
"Thanks," she said before walking off to do her paperwork.
When you finished your paperwork, you and your colleague went to the car like usual.
After yesterday's adrenaline-pumping action, it was a massive relief to not have to deal with any prophetic dreams.
