The bullets sat innocently on the ground, an unusual caliber.  They had been wrecked and pulverized in their trip through the armor.  The number of bullets, however, did not match the number of dents and scars on her carapace.  There were still at least two bullets hiding inside her, to deep to be expelled without drawing a truly fantastic amount of power.<br/><br/>Across town, in a seedy motel, Ennea laid in bed with a needle in her arm, her eyes fluttering open as she clutched her stomach in hunger, feeling her body deplete its internal reserves to regenerate.  In response, Dr. Tarington opened up a cooler, and pulled out a large glass bottle that resembled an extremely large baby's bottle.  The mad scientist pressed the rubber nipple to Ennea's lips, and she drank gratefully, her strength returning to her thanks to the carefully designed formula.  Although it was milk at its base, it had been saturated with sugars and minerals, as well as a small amount of vampire blood.  The mixture didn't merely refresh and restore Ennea, but reinforced her loyalty to her Master as well.<br/><br/>Ennea stared into Dr. Tarington's eyes, feeling herself fall more in love with each moment, blushing a bit at the sight of her Master.  The doctor returned the smile and ran her hands under Ennea's clothing, groping and kneading her small breasts as she fed her.  "I'm terribly disappointed in you."  Dr. Tarington whispered, pulling a large strap on dildo from a nearby drawer and placing it on Ennea's stomach.  "Still, you're far too cute to withold attention from."  Dr. Tarington grinned, her eyes glowing with a savage promise of the games she would play to "punish" her pet for her failure.