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The room is typical for a facility that never knows what it could be dealing with. The walls are whitewashed concrete, the table, and chairs utilitarian steel and plastic. A Kempetai officer sits in one of the two chairs, facing the door. Someone knocks respectfully. The officer looks up.

"Come in."

A man opens the door, careful not to crush the doorknob with his left hand. He nods to the officer.

"Alfred said you wanted to debrief me as well."

"Correct. Take a seat."

The man takes a step into the room. As he does, the officer moves his right hand slightly. The man freezes. The officer looks up.

"Take him."

The other officer drops from the ceiling, where he'd been hanging. He lands on the man's shoulders and grabs his right arm, tearing it from the socket. A stream of crimson and silver gushes from the torso. The man is doesn't move. The first officer shakes his head.

"Don't bother making a show. Get it."

The second officer grunts in affirmation, then flexes his fingers. Short spikes rip out from his flesh at the end of each digit. He latches onto the man's face, preparing to rip his head off.

crunch

The officer finds suddenly finds himself without a hand, as a matte-black metal arm crushes and rips his wrist. The man throws himself out of the room, and the top of the doorway makes a satisfying thunk as it hits the officer who was on top of him. Scrambling up, he turns the corner, hoping to lose any pursuit in the depths of CUFAFEDI Headquarters.

Back in the room, the officer at the desk examines his hand.

"The mechanism is undamaged. He should still be immobilized."

The other officer raises the stump where his hand was. Swarms of black dust cover it, creating a tourniquet.

"Clearly, he was not."

"Correct. Therefore, we can assume that other conventional methods will not work. Our best option is total dismemberment. Sorting through the remains is preferable to him surprising us again."

Both officers leave the room, following the trail of blood and nanobots left by the man's missing arm.