Fine it was in the arm.
Ninel and I follow the footprints left by the man.
Thanks.
I sit in my lab my work was tedious and it was time for the first test subject to be brought down. I put back on the SS officers uniform and find a national socialist soldier, instructing him to follow. He obeys and before long he's unconscious, gagged and chained to the table in the middle of the room.
Now the more immediate problem of my arm, it was bleeding and it had to be mended fast. I begin the beautifully painful process of removing the bullet, taking in the stench of my blood. The pain shot up my arm and throughout my whole body. It was wonderful. Everntually the slug was out and now I had to mend the tissue. Stitches would due nicely. I stick the needle into my flesh and begin sowing. Then cover it in a cloth. I'd be fine. I popped a few antibiotics to combat any infection and set back to work.
I picked up a syringe with the solution. Hopefully this would have the desired effect. It was almost time...
