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Poseidon could feel the strange men poking and prodding his weakened body as the strange metal box kept moving at a rather fast past. He felt a tight pressure on his right arm, "BP is 115/75. Heart rate is only slightly elevated. Damn, this is one hell of an outlier."
"Your telling me, ten year old washes up in the surf and is has no signs of nearly drowning. Did we ever find his parents?
"Nope."
"Great, we will have to get social services involved when we reach the hospital. Speaking of which the good doctors are here to greet us."
Poseidon shut his eyes as light flooded into the metal box and he felt the board he was strapped to being moved, "Ten year old washed up on the beach. No signs of drowning, BP and heart rate are normal. No parents."
"Is he speaking and moving?"
" haven't heard him speak and we have had him restrained for fear of a neck injury."
" Alright, we will take it from here. Bring him to Bay three!"
Heremes was picked up by the strange men and wrapped in another warm blanket. The blanket was a welcome feeling from the cold ground. "Mind telling us your name?" One of the men asked him as he was placed in a strange metal container, the seats appeared to be made of something resembling leather, but it wasn't leather."
"W-w-wwhat?" Hermes croaked out as he shivered a bit.
" Craig, lets just get the kid to the hospital." The other man got into the box and the strange thing started to move.
" So what do you think happened?
" Hell if I know, sex slave escapee, drug kid, could be any numberr of things."
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