Commander, Please Spare Your Little Merman

Nolan Shaw

id his ass, his tailbone,

" he h

s of pale pink hair showed beneath the white blanket. As soon a

himself on a

side and saw a shimme

translucent, and their colors shifted whenever he mo

eyes. It became two long, straigh

an change back whenever I want now. M

a tidy stack of b

otes and counted them in his

om last night mu

oney. That's sweet

of his pink hair and pull

n's name. How was he g

e had to do it regularly. If his tail returned, the Zenith Re

o shift. They would peel off scales, gouge out tea

sterday. The memories came ru

week," Nolan muttered. "I d

nd put on his shirt. He was about to grab his pan

read was too faint for a human t

him to watch the d

he wall

door bur

w across the room. Fine white smoke billowed in. The curtains whipped

l. Black figures advanced through

ame through

tactical vests. A gold-plated wolf and hawk insignia

yes. Before he could move, thre

ointed at

head!" a deep voice inst

stared through the smoke. His

ic

d chambere

tbeat roared

his bare legs exposed. He hadn

hat, for a moment, he co

d a little. He slowly straightened his back and tri

, he look

tail to giv

obody gets hurt," a r

the front. His team spread out from the doorw

pped the stack of cash. His bre

f them before they

vived, things w

he was and made

o was the urge to st

"Commander Watson! No sign of th

old. Nolan felt the room grow s

," the commander, Vincent Watso

" the team

hed cigarette smoke reached Nolan

s black shirt fitted close beneath a shoulder holster, and he pressed the gun in his ha

f watching its prey. Even while he stood there doing nothing, he seemed ready for violence and untouched

back. His fingers loosened, and the eight t

n he'd mated wi

ommander of the Protec

left Nolan clo

h the person h

tightened

s eyes. Silence set

and then looked away. He couldn

e supposed