Gregory Hamilton
Host Body: Jedrick
A nearby explosion knocked Gregory and the man that was carrying him to the ground. They were out in the open, caught trying to cross an abandoned highway.
"Get up! Get up!" Yelled the second man that was bringing up their rear.
The man who was carrying Gregory scrambled to where Gregory had fallen and leaned down to pick him back up. But Gregory smacked his arms away and rose to his feet.
"I can run. You lead, I'll follow.""You're one tough son of a bitch Jed." The soldier replied from underneath his helmet. It only just then occurred to Gregory that he wasn't hearing either of the two men directly. Their voices were coming through speakers in his own helmet.
Now, with Gregory on his feet, they were able to cover ground much faster. In fact, it was surprising how fast they could run, Gregory himself included. He'd never ran this fast in his life. Nor had he ever seen anyone run this fast. They jumped over craters in the road and made it to the other side of the highway, to the relative safety of the abandoned city's buildings. But they weren't out of the danger zone yet. Occasional gun fire could still be heard. They were still being shot at.
After maybe ten more minutes of running and diving from one cover to the next, the sounds of war were starting to taper off. They had entered the well protected zone of their military base. When they reached the large metal gates, one of the other soldiers did the talking for all three of them. The voice behind the door seemed satisfied with whatever code phrase the man had said, and the doors slid open rapidly. All three of them entered with quick steps, and the door closed just as quickly as it opened.
Over the course of the next few hours, Gregory was taken to a medical building to be examined. When they ordered him to remove his equipment, he had to explain that he didn't know how. So, with the help of the doctor, they managed to manually remove the suit. A nearby mirror provided Gregory with the first sight of his new body.
Between the holes in the front and back of his armor, and the fact that he didn't recognize his own name, the doctor was puzzled. Some mysterious forces were definitely at play here. The man known as Jedrick was definitely shot through the chest and killed, and now, some person calling himself Gregory was in his place. Either this, or Jedrick had been brought back to life with a strange kind of amnesia and a fabricated alter ego. In any case, the doctors didn't know what to do...
Two days later, Gregory/Jedrick was still being kept at the base. The men that had led him to safety were obviously more than his comrades, they were his friends. Every chance they got, they tried to help Greg/Jed get his memories back, and to be honest, it was kind of working. The things they were saying did sound familiar, but at the same time, it wasn't as if he himself hadn't been there. He tried explaining to them who he (Gregory) was, but they weren't having it. They were still convinced that their friend Jedrick was still in there, and that this "Gregory" was a made up story.
After the lunch hour, on this day, Greg/Jed was taken to an empty room, similar to an interrogation room. He was led to a wooden chair on one side of a silver, metal desk. There was a man sitting across the table from him, with a cold, dispassionate look on his face. And to Greg/Jed's right there was another empty chair. The man across the table didn't say a word, as he stared into Greg's/Jed's eyes. The two stayed like this for an awkward minute or two before the door opened again.
A man with long hair and tattoos down his exposed arms was escorted through the door by two fully armored soldiers. The man's ankles and wrists were in cuffs. He was then asked to sit in the free chair, next to Greg/Jed.
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