Anna’s stomach lurched as the helicopter continued to rise above the Nevada desert. She just wanted to shift her body a bit to ease the wave of nausea she was feeling. However having a heavy parachute strapped to her back, shifting easily if at all was not going to happen in the cramped cabin.
“Do you copy, Miss Harris?”
Anna quickly lifted her head from the view of the desert below to stare at the large man in front of her. To be fair, he really wasn’t that big, but compared to her five-foot tall frame he might as well have been a giant. Standing at six feet in height, Air Force Commander Jere Whittle was built like a compact tank yet moved with the grace of a sparrow when it came to his work as a paratrooper.
“I’m sorry, what was that?”
“I’ll repeat for you Miss Harris. The ETA for drop altitude of 13,000ft is two minutes. Do you copy?”
“Sure. . . I mean, yes, I copy, Sir.”
It was easy for Anna to tell that Commander Whittle was all business. Normally that would unsettle her easygoing attitude but something about him convinced her that she would be safe under his command.
“Let's go over the procedure one last time, Miss Harris.”
“Can we not use the term last? It sounds so final.”
“We have no time to go over the procedure more that this final time, Miss Harris. Do you copy?”
With a heavy sigh Anna accepted that the commander wasn’t going to budge in his choice of vocabulary. How hard is to just say “one more time,” she wondered.
“Copy Sir.”
“Good. When we reach jump altitude I will give you the signal to exit. At that time my men in the three escort copters will simultaneously disembark and follow you from a safe distance, recording the details of your transformation and your free fall. Do you understand so far, Miss Harris?”
“Okay, I know you all want to see how I do my thing, but seriously, how is a bunch of guys with cameras strapped to their helmets going to help me figure out what I can do? What if this doesn’t work and I become a big red stain on the desert floor below?”
As the helicopter began to bank Anna was impressed to see that Commander Whittle was not thrown off by the sudden movement as he replied. “Those men are all equipped with top of the line sensory equipment furnished by IronClad Technologies. They will record your fall in every visual spectrum currently known. Afterward our top scientists will begin to analyze that footage to see what makes you tick. Do you copy?”
“Yes Sir, I copy.”
“Very good, Miss Harris. After you disembark the vehicle you will count to five then activate your powers. At that point you will attempt to halt your decent, or at the very least control the rate at witch you descend. If you are unable to do so after a second count of ten, you are to disengage your powers and pull the ripcord to your parachute and make your way to the landing site below. Do you understand the procedure as I have laid it out to you, Miss Harris?”
“I think so. I’ll turn on my powers and because a scientist in Boston thinks that just because I can glow like a light bulb I should be as light as light itself and zip around through the sky. When that doesn’t work I’ll try not to panic as I turn back to normal and plummet to my death while your men film it.”
Once again the helicopter began to bank and if it wasn’t for the fact that Anna had been too nervous to eat beforehand, she might have thrown up on Commander Whittle as he gave her his reply.
“First off Miss Harris, I will right behind you on this jump. If any mishap should occur I will be able to react in time to save you. Secondly, I don’t believe you understand the gravity of this test. Extraordinaries have been around for more then a century now and the scientific community still doesn’t have a firm grasp on how our heroes can do what they do. How is it you can turn into a being of white-hot light? More importantly, and this is one of the things that has everyone baffled, why is it that everything you have on your person changes with you? Do you understand the situation now, Miss Harris?”
Anna really wanted to say she knew what was going on. The Commander seemed steadfast in his belief that it would be for her own betterment to find out why she has these powers. But she still had that feeling of doom looming over her head.
“I still feel like I’m just jumping to my death for nothing.”
With a slight smirk Commander Harris replied, “Have no fear, Miss Harris, I’ll see to it that no harm comes to you.”
“Wait. Did you just smile when you said that, Commander?”
“Miss Harris, let me remind you that you are just a civilian and that I’m an Air Force Commander. As such I have been trained to neither smirk, grin, nor even in the worst case scenario smile in front of you. What you saw must have been gas.” With that, a large smile formed across the commander's face.
“I understand, Sir,” Anna replied with an equally large smile.
Finally a moment of peace began to settle over Anna as they reached the exit point of their flight. She could hardly hear the commander’s voice in her headset as she leapt from the helicopter. As she began to count, she watched as six other paratroopers leapt from separate helicopters to film her decent.
Reaching a five count she forced her body to begin the change. She could feel the searing heat radiating from her body as she turned into a being of almost pure light yet she felt no discomfort from the change or the heat.
A moment later she realized that Commander Harris was zipping past her, as well as the other paratroopers. “Wait, why are you all still falling?” she tried yelling. It was only then that she realized that she was no longer falling herself.
She hovered far above the desert floor and watched as one by one parachutes began to open. But one of the soldier’s chutes wasn’t operating.
Without thinking about it, Anna zipped off to the soldier. As she approached she realized it was Commander Whittle who was unable to deploy his parachute. To make maters worse, the heat she was giving off was causing his skin to blister.
“Quick girl what do you do?” she thought to herself. Then she had an idea. It would be risky but then again everything about this day had been a risk.
As she re-approached the Commander she turned of her powers and quickly wrapped her arms around his body. The force of the two of them colliding knocking the breath out of her.
“Miss Harris, disengage now and save yourself! There is nothing you can do for me in this situation.”
“I’m sorry Commander but how do you think I would feel if I didn’t try to save the man who promised to watch over me?”
“This is not the time to argue Miss!”
“Your right, it’s not!” With that Anna found the problem with the commander's chute. Somehow neither the ripcord no the secondary cord was triggering the release of the chute. Taking a deep breath Anna yanked hard on the release and was knocked loose of the commander as his parachute broke free.
It didn’t take long for Anna to change back to her altered form and zip to the ground below. Several minutes later the Commander landed and she was able to breathe a sigh of relief.
Anna couldn’t help but smile at the fact that she saved the man who promised that no harm would come to her. As she got closer to Commander Whittle she realized that he was shielding his eyes. Yes it was bright sunny day out, but his visor should block any glare from the sun.
“Oh! Yeah, that’s right! It’s me!” With a thought she reverted to her natural state and ran to the commander.
“You alright, Sir?”
“A bit sunburned, but other than that I’m in fair shape.” Pulling the rest of his chute in, the commander watched as the pick-up jeep approached them.
“Thank you, Commander Sir.”
“You did a fine job today Miss Harris. Ever since the Sunburst massacre last year the country has had very few Extraordinaries to rely upon. I believe you would serve the world community well if you chose the path of a public defender.”
Beaming from the commander's words, Anna replied, “Thank you, Commander. Any suggestions on a catchy name for me, Sir?”
“Miss Harris, catchy names are not my area of expertise. However I have head that Madam President's head of PR is qualified at promoting new Heroes to the public. I’ll see if I can get you in touch with her. Maybe she can think of something catchy.”
“So what’s next Commander?”
“More tests, Miss Harris. But fist I believe I owe you dinner. You did just save me from, as you would put it, becoming a big red stain on the desert floor.”
“Just doing my job, Commander Sir!” Anna saluted Whittle with a bubbly grin.
Commander Whittle couldn’t help but smile. As the two of them climbed into the jeep he realized that Miss Harris would not stop grinning at him.
“What is it, Miss Harris?”
“You’re smiling, Sir!”
“Once again, Anna, I’m an Air force Commander. It’s just gas.”
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
This Just In
Rick Masters can feel the beads of sweat form at his brow. Years behind the news desk under the hot studio lights and he has never felt so nervous before. Communication being sketchy the last 48 hours has kept him on the edge of a breakdown.
First the Solar Flair quiets the world, and if that wasn’t news enough, First Lady Miller has had a second attempt at her life. But the info he was getting now was causing knots to form in his stomach. If it were to be believed, more than sixty Extraordinaries had been killed in one type of accident or another in the past twenty four hours.
What would cause so many freak occurrences to happen all at once? He continued to scan the list of names before the camera snapped back on from the commercial break. His eyes caught on one name midway down the list and his heart froze. Jenny “Sun Girl” Coltrane.
“We now return to Omaha channel 14 local news. Now reporting Rick Masters.”
Rick didn’t immediately look up into the camera. His eyes were focused on the list he held in his hand. Long moments passed and the studio crew grew worried, not knowing what was wrong. Finally Rick slowly straightened up and looked deep into the camera lenses. He ran his fingers through his short auburn hair, unaware that the cameras were rolling.
“We almost back on the air guys?” As if coming out of a fog Rick could begin to hear the director in his earpiece trying to prompt him.
“Ahh yes. Excuse me everyone. Continuing our coverage of First Lady Miller's assignation attempt. . . I’m sorry everyone. I just can’t do this . . . If the reports are true President Miller is safe and being kept in an undisclosed hospital.
“However that’s not the top story tonight. Reports are coming throughout the country that Extraordinaries have been killed. . . and no foul play has been determined in any of the cases as of yet.”
Pausing before he can continue, Rick takes a deep breath. He's oblivious to the fact that he’s been crying the last few moments as he has been reporting the news.
“. . . Cut to commercial . . . I said cut to damn Commercial . . . I can’t do this. . . No I said I can’t do this you fool. . . Damn it one of those Extraordinaries was my sister.”
Weeping nearly uncontrollably, Rick Masters gets up from behind his desk and storms off the news set.
“We are sorry to report that Omaha Channel 14 local news is experiencing some technical difficulties and will be right back after these messages.”
First the Solar Flair quiets the world, and if that wasn’t news enough, First Lady Miller has had a second attempt at her life. But the info he was getting now was causing knots to form in his stomach. If it were to be believed, more than sixty Extraordinaries had been killed in one type of accident or another in the past twenty four hours.
What would cause so many freak occurrences to happen all at once? He continued to scan the list of names before the camera snapped back on from the commercial break. His eyes caught on one name midway down the list and his heart froze. Jenny “Sun Girl” Coltrane.
“We now return to Omaha channel 14 local news. Now reporting Rick Masters.”
Rick didn’t immediately look up into the camera. His eyes were focused on the list he held in his hand. Long moments passed and the studio crew grew worried, not knowing what was wrong. Finally Rick slowly straightened up and looked deep into the camera lenses. He ran his fingers through his short auburn hair, unaware that the cameras were rolling.
“We almost back on the air guys?” As if coming out of a fog Rick could begin to hear the director in his earpiece trying to prompt him.
“Ahh yes. Excuse me everyone. Continuing our coverage of First Lady Miller's assignation attempt. . . I’m sorry everyone. I just can’t do this . . . If the reports are true President Miller is safe and being kept in an undisclosed hospital.
“However that’s not the top story tonight. Reports are coming throughout the country that Extraordinaries have been killed. . . and no foul play has been determined in any of the cases as of yet.”
Pausing before he can continue, Rick takes a deep breath. He's oblivious to the fact that he’s been crying the last few moments as he has been reporting the news.
“. . . Cut to commercial . . . I said cut to damn Commercial . . . I can’t do this. . . No I said I can’t do this you fool. . . Damn it one of those Extraordinaries was my sister.”
Weeping nearly uncontrollably, Rick Masters gets up from behind his desk and storms off the news set.
“We are sorry to report that Omaha Channel 14 local news is experiencing some technical difficulties and will be right back after these messages.”
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Watchdog 213
June 12th, 2014
Watchdog 213, Janet Ulrich
Subject: Nano Saskai
Location Mumbai, India
Threat Level: Alpha
After receiving my assignment I was promptly sent to India this morning. Upon arriving I met up with Watchdog 187 Samuel Brock and Watchdog 199 Rick Marhan. I have obtained copies of Samuel Brocks files pertaining to Nano Saskai and added them to the dossier I have been issued on her life.
I am requesting that Watch Guard begin a complete background check on Nano, her closest friend and a detailed work up on her family history going back at least three generations.
Her close association with the U.S. President is of great concern. Bad enough an Extraordinary is in office having madam Saskai being able to sway public opinion from pure humans is a bit much.
Hours after arriving in India Samuel, Rick and myself began trailing the three subjects out of Mumbai.
June 12th, 2014
Watchdog 213, Janet Ulrich
Subject: Nano Saskai
Location Mumbai, India
Threat Level: Alpha
Kept a distance from the subjects today. Long range equipment working within tolerable parameters.
June 14th, 2014
Watchdog 213, Janet Ulrich
Subject: Nano Saskai
Location Mumbai, India
Threat Level: Beta
7:00am
With the reports of bandits Mr. Brock has kept us a respectable distance from the subjects. Using the onboard computer I managed to gain access to the local satellite feeds. The quality of the signal is piss poor to say the least. I strongly recommend we begin renegotiating with FarTech supplies again. It is my understanding that they have greatly improved on the newest model of stealth satellite.
11:30am
Infrared imaging has detected signatures on the road ahead. By my estimation I would say three trucks and a full host of mercenaries to go with the trucks.
12:15pm
As of this afternoon Nano Saskai has been reclassified with a threat level Beta. I witnessed as she managed to cut through a cycle suit and remove the arm of its driver. Also where as the Extraordinary known as Hank walked away with multiple bruises and contusions from his encounter with the Lamda level threat, Nano Saskai showed no signs of harm. The fact that Saskai managed to deal the killing strike to the Lamda threat has me considering moving her to a Gamma level threat. Will continue to catalog the nature of her powers in hopes of refining her threat level.
Early observations indicate it may take high grade armor piercing rounds to puncture the ectoplasmatic barrier that she controls.
Her flight abilities are rudimentary at best but may improve in time.
Request access to a Neuro-Inhibiter. The brief focused pulse will disorientate the subject causing a sense of vertigo. I see no need to use it at this time but I wish to be prepared if the subject needs to be dealt with.
12:35pm
The Lamda level threat managed to survive its encounter. After a quick and decisive discussion it was agreed that the Lamda threat be dispatched.
Watchdog 187 dealt with the subject and she no longer poses any form of threat.
5:00pm
We will be arriving in Bangalore by sunset. If the events of this afternoon are any indication of the hazards that are to come I believe that we may for some difficult times.
Watchdog 213, Janet Ulrich
Subject: Nano Saskai
Location Mumbai, India
Threat Level: Alpha
After receiving my assignment I was promptly sent to India this morning. Upon arriving I met up with Watchdog 187 Samuel Brock and Watchdog 199 Rick Marhan. I have obtained copies of Samuel Brocks files pertaining to Nano Saskai and added them to the dossier I have been issued on her life.
I am requesting that Watch Guard begin a complete background check on Nano, her closest friend and a detailed work up on her family history going back at least three generations.
Her close association with the U.S. President is of great concern. Bad enough an Extraordinary is in office having madam Saskai being able to sway public opinion from pure humans is a bit much.
Hours after arriving in India Samuel, Rick and myself began trailing the three subjects out of Mumbai.
June 12th, 2014
Watchdog 213, Janet Ulrich
Subject: Nano Saskai
Location Mumbai, India
Threat Level: Alpha
Kept a distance from the subjects today. Long range equipment working within tolerable parameters.
June 14th, 2014
Watchdog 213, Janet Ulrich
Subject: Nano Saskai
Location Mumbai, India
Threat Level: Beta
7:00am
With the reports of bandits Mr. Brock has kept us a respectable distance from the subjects. Using the onboard computer I managed to gain access to the local satellite feeds. The quality of the signal is piss poor to say the least. I strongly recommend we begin renegotiating with FarTech supplies again. It is my understanding that they have greatly improved on the newest model of stealth satellite.
11:30am
Infrared imaging has detected signatures on the road ahead. By my estimation I would say three trucks and a full host of mercenaries to go with the trucks.
12:15pm
As of this afternoon Nano Saskai has been reclassified with a threat level Beta. I witnessed as she managed to cut through a cycle suit and remove the arm of its driver. Also where as the Extraordinary known as Hank walked away with multiple bruises and contusions from his encounter with the Lamda level threat, Nano Saskai showed no signs of harm. The fact that Saskai managed to deal the killing strike to the Lamda threat has me considering moving her to a Gamma level threat. Will continue to catalog the nature of her powers in hopes of refining her threat level.
Early observations indicate it may take high grade armor piercing rounds to puncture the ectoplasmatic barrier that she controls.
Her flight abilities are rudimentary at best but may improve in time.
Request access to a Neuro-Inhibiter. The brief focused pulse will disorientate the subject causing a sense of vertigo. I see no need to use it at this time but I wish to be prepared if the subject needs to be dealt with.
12:35pm
The Lamda level threat managed to survive its encounter. After a quick and decisive discussion it was agreed that the Lamda threat be dispatched.
Watchdog 187 dealt with the subject and she no longer poses any form of threat.
5:00pm
We will be arriving in Bangalore by sunset. If the events of this afternoon are any indication of the hazards that are to come I believe that we may for some difficult times.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Now Arriving . . .
Marcus reached into the sink feeling the cold water caress his hands, cupping the water he swiftly splashed his weary face. Looking up to see his harsh reflection staring back at him he tried counting the lines on his dark olive skin.
“Why am I here again?” He mutters in his heavy African accent, to no one but himself.
“Oh yes the promotion. Four years underground, waiting for the boss to show up when ever things get overloaded.”
Turning off the bathroom light, Marcus quickly strolls down the hall to the small one manned control room. His readouts show that as usually for him nothing is happening. He swiftly plops down in the cracked black leather office chair and rolls forward to the main controls.
Reaching for the log book and a pen lying near by he quickly opens up the logs and calls out to the Computer “E.M.C, what is your status?”
In a cold tone from the speakers placed in the sealing above him he receives his reply. “Electrical Matter Collector is working at peak conditions. It has been six-hundred-thirty-two days since the last transference. Do you wish me to power down and perform a full system diagnostic at this time?”
“What is local time?”
“It is exactly 2:32 am Europe Standard time.”
Shrugging to himself Marcus notes the information into his log before replying in a tone almost as emotionless at the computers.
“E.M.C. Proceed with eighty percent capacity shut down for a system diagnostic check.”
“Understood. Commencing shut down. Full power will not be restored until 7:34am.”
With that Marcus could hear the hum from the generators in the underground building begin to so slow down. He looked up beyond his consoles to the room that was before him. A simple steel lined room lay beyond the think glass-steal window before him.
“I swear with the way the boss acts I’m surprised I don’t see him that room more often.”
Hours passed and Marcus began to dose in his seat. His mind kept racing to images of James lying nude in a hammock. Now that would be the promotion he would prefer he thought lazily to himself. Just when the dream was going to move to the point Marcus wished was happing in the now a klaxon blare snapped him back to reality.
“E.M.C. Report!” Marcus shouted with a croaking shout.
“I repeat E.M.C. Report!” No reply. That’s when the terror of the situation struck him. The E.M.C. was dormant while it was in diagnostic mode, and the klaxon blaring overhead was telling Marcus that the boss was showing up.
Glancing at the monitor for a moment he realized he had been asleep for at least two hours, what could he get online? Nothing he could get nothing online in enough time unless he did a hard re-boot of the small complex.
Looking up into the once empty room before him he could see the first flecks of light emerging out of the nothingness. Like ever so tiny fireflies fighting to stay lit he watched as maybe a dozen or so of those lights winked on and off rapidly.
“Damn it if I don’t get things running he’s not going to have enough energy to materialize.” Speaking aloud during times of technical stress always seemed to help Marcus before, and this was a time for stress.
“He can hold on to that minimal pattern on his own for five minutes, give or take a minute. One minute full sprint to the surface to the back up generator. Gooses the system and force the main systems to blast online two minutes. Back down and let the system do the rest with not a moment to spare.”
Feeling the adrenaline pounding through his body he bounded out of the control room, down the short hallway, and up the long hard stone steps to the surface. Forcing his way out into the cold night air a chill ran up his spine as he trod barefoot across the wet grass to the generators.
What felt like life time long moments passed, as Marcus pounded the access code to the backup generators computer terminal.
{Access granted. Online in 43 seconds.} The terminal screen displayed for him.
As systems were booting up Marcus was already forcing the backup generator to slave to the main Generator. “Maybe I can trick the E.M.C. into thinking that it only just started shutting down. If that works I get full power, and can get back down below.” He spoke aloud as his fingers raced across the small keyboard in front of him.
Finally he had the generators kicking in and the computers running. {E.M.C. Online. Full alert status. Subject loosing cohesion. Input Procedure J.M.3. codes.}
“Fuck! Those codes are down stairs.” He took off running once again. A moment of relief came to him when he realized that the codes can only be inputted down stairs to begin with.
Moments later Marcus found himself deep below ground in the control room. Shoving the chair out of the way he quickly pounded the Procedure codes and hoped he wasn’t to late.
All he could do now was watch the show and hope for the best. Only a few of those tiny fireflies looking object were left before his eyes. He could hear all the generators begin to rumble to life as the room before him began to light up. Soon hundreds, then thousands of those electrical lights began to emerge. After a time it became to much for Marcus to stare directly into the room. The light was so bright he had to turn away and shield his eyes.
A few more moments passed and the klaxons finally stopped blaring and he could hear the computers voice once again.
“Subject J.M.4 has arrived with one-hundred percent stability. Electrical Matter Collector will monitor the subject’s status for one hour, and then shut down for emergency repairs.”
Turning to gaze into the room at the naked man standing before him Marcus reached for the intercom.
“Welcome home mister Marsh. Difficult time abroad I take it.”
Still crackling with energy James Marsh strode over to the wall speaker consol and flicked it on.
“It was challenging mister Dubain. Now if you would be so kind, fetch me a spare set of clothes, and while you’re at it contact the research team. Let them know I want every bit of information on Nano Sasaki and those she travels with. The next time she and I meet I plan on letting her watch as I fry each and every one of her friends.”
“Why am I here again?” He mutters in his heavy African accent, to no one but himself.
“Oh yes the promotion. Four years underground, waiting for the boss to show up when ever things get overloaded.”
Turning off the bathroom light, Marcus quickly strolls down the hall to the small one manned control room. His readouts show that as usually for him nothing is happening. He swiftly plops down in the cracked black leather office chair and rolls forward to the main controls.
Reaching for the log book and a pen lying near by he quickly opens up the logs and calls out to the Computer “E.M.C, what is your status?”
In a cold tone from the speakers placed in the sealing above him he receives his reply. “Electrical Matter Collector is working at peak conditions. It has been six-hundred-thirty-two days since the last transference. Do you wish me to power down and perform a full system diagnostic at this time?”
“What is local time?”
“It is exactly 2:32 am Europe Standard time.”
Shrugging to himself Marcus notes the information into his log before replying in a tone almost as emotionless at the computers.
“E.M.C. Proceed with eighty percent capacity shut down for a system diagnostic check.”
“Understood. Commencing shut down. Full power will not be restored until 7:34am.”
With that Marcus could hear the hum from the generators in the underground building begin to so slow down. He looked up beyond his consoles to the room that was before him. A simple steel lined room lay beyond the think glass-steal window before him.
“I swear with the way the boss acts I’m surprised I don’t see him that room more often.”
Hours passed and Marcus began to dose in his seat. His mind kept racing to images of James lying nude in a hammock. Now that would be the promotion he would prefer he thought lazily to himself. Just when the dream was going to move to the point Marcus wished was happing in the now a klaxon blare snapped him back to reality.
“E.M.C. Report!” Marcus shouted with a croaking shout.
“I repeat E.M.C. Report!” No reply. That’s when the terror of the situation struck him. The E.M.C. was dormant while it was in diagnostic mode, and the klaxon blaring overhead was telling Marcus that the boss was showing up.
Glancing at the monitor for a moment he realized he had been asleep for at least two hours, what could he get online? Nothing he could get nothing online in enough time unless he did a hard re-boot of the small complex.
Looking up into the once empty room before him he could see the first flecks of light emerging out of the nothingness. Like ever so tiny fireflies fighting to stay lit he watched as maybe a dozen or so of those lights winked on and off rapidly.
“Damn it if I don’t get things running he’s not going to have enough energy to materialize.” Speaking aloud during times of technical stress always seemed to help Marcus before, and this was a time for stress.
“He can hold on to that minimal pattern on his own for five minutes, give or take a minute. One minute full sprint to the surface to the back up generator. Gooses the system and force the main systems to blast online two minutes. Back down and let the system do the rest with not a moment to spare.”
Feeling the adrenaline pounding through his body he bounded out of the control room, down the short hallway, and up the long hard stone steps to the surface. Forcing his way out into the cold night air a chill ran up his spine as he trod barefoot across the wet grass to the generators.
What felt like life time long moments passed, as Marcus pounded the access code to the backup generators computer terminal.
{Access granted. Online in 43 seconds.} The terminal screen displayed for him.
As systems were booting up Marcus was already forcing the backup generator to slave to the main Generator. “Maybe I can trick the E.M.C. into thinking that it only just started shutting down. If that works I get full power, and can get back down below.” He spoke aloud as his fingers raced across the small keyboard in front of him.
Finally he had the generators kicking in and the computers running. {E.M.C. Online. Full alert status. Subject loosing cohesion. Input Procedure J.M.3. codes.}
“Fuck! Those codes are down stairs.” He took off running once again. A moment of relief came to him when he realized that the codes can only be inputted down stairs to begin with.
Moments later Marcus found himself deep below ground in the control room. Shoving the chair out of the way he quickly pounded the Procedure codes and hoped he wasn’t to late.
All he could do now was watch the show and hope for the best. Only a few of those tiny fireflies looking object were left before his eyes. He could hear all the generators begin to rumble to life as the room before him began to light up. Soon hundreds, then thousands of those electrical lights began to emerge. After a time it became to much for Marcus to stare directly into the room. The light was so bright he had to turn away and shield his eyes.
A few more moments passed and the klaxons finally stopped blaring and he could hear the computers voice once again.
“Subject J.M.4 has arrived with one-hundred percent stability. Electrical Matter Collector will monitor the subject’s status for one hour, and then shut down for emergency repairs.”
Turning to gaze into the room at the naked man standing before him Marcus reached for the intercom.
“Welcome home mister Marsh. Difficult time abroad I take it.”
Still crackling with energy James Marsh strode over to the wall speaker consol and flicked it on.
“It was challenging mister Dubain. Now if you would be so kind, fetch me a spare set of clothes, and while you’re at it contact the research team. Let them know I want every bit of information on Nano Sasaki and those she travels with. The next time she and I meet I plan on letting her watch as I fry each and every one of her friends.”
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