Utterly Mad

Catnip lay on the floor of the centers large decontamination room, covered in a blanket of white powder that worked it's way into her fur and tingled lightly on her skin. The guards had been waiting for her at the place where the brick wall had been, having knocked the obstruction open in order to pursue. She'd returned before they had a chance to muster their courage (and retrieve any weapons) and before she knew it, they'd clonked her on the head and hauled her here. When she came to, they made her take a double dose of some bitter pill and covered her in the powder.

"She was covered in it sir," Said Braison to King, "Never seen someone so thoroughly coated in-"

"How far did she get? Have the men that collared her been treated, and where the hell is her remote?" Kind snapped, "This is a lot of trouble Braison, I hope she's worth it."

"Pretty deep, but not any deeper than the sub surface floor I think, they have been, and uh... lost."

"Lost?" King glared at him, withering the short man.

"Lost. She uh... Took it from one of the guards, but she doesn't have it now!" He added quickly. Somewhere in the depths, Catnip had lost the controller for her collar. It made punishing her without harming her difficult, but she would later come to regret losing it.

King peered in through the porthole that was one of three of the decontamination chambers windows at the pile of rat and antifungal powder, deep in thought.

"King?"

"Shave her and powder her down again, I've got some plans for the end of october I'd like your input on, but first I want you to make sure this bitch isn't infested with anything. Don't give me that look either, I don't give a shit. Even if it was her only redeeming quality, I'd still tell you to shave her."

He took one last look through the port hole and shook his head. "Damned if I know why I wasted the marks."