The ChaseThe Chase by SinzutheGreat
I was on patrol. Nothing complicated, except for how it wasn't my job. And how I had a very unusual arsenal. I was hunting down a man who had stolen vital objects from my company. I had taken it upon myself to find him. It was my research he had purloined. So there I was, waiting in the shadows. My genetically altered vision allowed me to see in darkness as if it was pure daylight. I can also dim it at will, in case it gets so bright it hurts my eyes. After a few hours, my stakeout paid off. I recognized the person and placed a hand on his shoulder. He turned around, realized who I was, and ran as fast as he could. I gave chase, but he was too fast. But not for long. I pulled a syringe out of my labcoat, which I then removed and hid. I injected the contents into my arm. Quickly thinking, I also kicked off my shoes and peeled off my socks.
There was an itch as I grew cream-colored fur. My limbs grew longer. My hands and fingers combined and hardened into tough hooves. The sa