Bonesaw- Dangerous Eggs

She’d also had to cut and-or use the dilators on prior alterations she’d buried in her leg, including the subdermal ‘skin’ she’d grown around the the maille sheath she’d set around her femoral artery some time ago, and three spherical eggs she’d implanted in her thigh, in case she was ever in an emergency severe enough to literally cut them loose.

Or, she supposed, if someone caught her off guard and did enough damage to her that they got loose on their own.  Either way, her inner thigh would be cut open from hip to knee, or it would be obliterated in some other fashion, these critters would be free and awake in seconds, and the threat would be regretting his or her existence, unless that threat was one of the fourteen individuals she knew of that should survive the attack.  Three of those fourteen individuals would at least be distracted, potentially buying her time, and there were two more she had other countermeasures for.

“Um, sorry, but did you hear me?  Cars are hard to come by, and so are cleaning services.  If you warned me, I would have put down a tarp or plastic.”

“I heard you.  I won’t get blood on your seats,” she promised her driver. She gave one egg a stroke with the back of her thumb, her hands still holding a narrow drill and an articulated tool that was combination scalpel and forceps.  The egg’s membrane was relatively fragile and thin enough that she could see the Select Omniphage as it shifted position and pressed against the surface, nuzzling her thumbnail.

“Besides,” she added.  “Even if I did, I’m pretty experienced at cleaning up bloody messes.”

His laugh was nervous and unsure.  She smiled.

She had to use her thumb to switch gears on the articulated forceps and get them to turn slightly on the y-axis, which meant leaving Om-nom to go back to sleep.

- Ward, Last 20.e4