Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


October 26th 2015 in Microfiction

“When we get back to the farm,” Beta Leader said to Bryan, “just change and then wait before you shower. Someone will be along to check you over.” “For ticks?” Bryan asked with a tiny shudder. “Uh … no,” replied Beta Leader. “For tracking tags. There are 14 thousand research scientists in the woods this time of year and every single one has a tranq-and-tag gun. If you feel particularly relaxed after a hunt, it’s a good bet you were hit and slept for a couple of hours.” Bryan just stood there, amazed. “Do you ever just leave them in?” he asked with a smile. “From time to time,” Beta Leader smiled back. “We let ’em wonder how a lone wolf could so easily get into a neighborhood Target or Whole Foods.”

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