A lone soldier trodded throughout the seemingly abandoned security complex. He made his way through an assortment of tables and dismantled corpses, belonging both to the staff and the escapees. The floor was littered with the disturbing red of blood, and an eerie silence filled the facility. His colleagues had apparently assigned him to hunt down a target of "valuable worth" which was found to be located within the complex. They said that the target was an "anomaly" and had possessed "unnatural abilities". Whoever it was, Ray wasn't pleased at all.
>any info?>nobody located so far, area clear, no signs of hostilityRay continued to walk around the facility. He had already arrived at a portion of the building which had less corpses and bloodshed. His surroundings were mostly quiet, except for a soft, monotonous sound coming from one of the rooms containing the amenities. As Ray lessened the distance between him and the supposed source of noise, the sound became louder and eerier. At last, he had located the source of the sound. Without hesitation, Ray kicked open the door of the room, creating a loud
thud. The door toppled over, revealing the figure of a nondescript man sitting on a metal chair. The source of the noise had been this man's
game of table tennis with the wall. He wore a grey prison uniform, and his expression revealed nothing, as his mind seemed to be present somewhere entirely different.
>supposed target located, moving in for interrogation The inmate seemed not to be disturbed by Ray's presence. He did not even move a muscle, nor say a word. Noticing the inmate's disposition, Ray closed in on the subject.
"Well hello, sir. I operate in the name of the Collective, and I have been tasked with collecting information about your so-called "unnatural abilities". Would you mind giving yourself a proper.....introduction?"The inmate did not budge, but it would be discerned from Ray's point of view that the inmate was contemplating something. He then began to speak:
"As far as I'm concerned, the people who brought me here seemed to have the same purpose. Unfortunately for them, they screwed up. Anyways, I go by many different names, depending on where I happen to be. Call me Rudolph.""The red-nosed reindeer?""Never mind, call me Ray.""Hey, that's MY name.""All right, I'll just go with Rudolph. Now go collect your salary and scurry away or something.""Too bad I've got a job to do. Would you like to get out of here?""Definitely."Unknown to Ray, the inmate hadn't revealed his true name. The target stopped the miniature ball's repetitive movement by catching the ball in the same hand he had been using to hold the paddle. He placed both items down on the table he had been sitting in front of. He proceeded to stand up. Ray walked towards him, reaching for his belt. The other man eyed Ray's belt, and he began walking towards Ray as well.
>will restrain target immediatelyAs quickly as he could, Ray opened a pouch on his belt, grasping one of his his handy tools. As soon as the inmate spotted Ray doing this, he slowed down his pace, threatening to halt at any moment. Ray then unsheathed his trusty taser and rushed to aim it at the man. Unfortunately for him, the man had already brought down his feet to the ground, and Ray felt an excessive pang of pain on his feet. He was sent flying off the ground, and an electrical impulse intended to hit his target flew right for the one of the room's walls.
Ray landed right on his belly. He was about to whip out his trusty handgun when he caught the inmate's glare, which was something that he hadn't seen before from any of his human friends. The inmate's eyes began to glow a despicable shade of light blue. Instead of resorting to force, Ray grabbed his phone from another pouch of his and mashed a couple of buttons in desperation. He brought the phone to his ear and began to shout.
@JaceBeleren"DAMMIT CAPTAIN THE SUBJECT NEEDS-"Before the soldier could finish the sentence, the inmate's foot had swooped right towards the hand holding the phone. He had kicked it upwards, and as soon as the phone hit air, he grabbed it quickly. He then brought the phone up to his mouth.
"Hello, and welcome to the Pizza Hut delivery hotline. Would you like to order anything? You may save 20 percent on our world-famous Hawaiian pizza."The inmate proceeded to drop the phone on the ground. The sound of the cellphone crashing onto the ground was not certainly loud, but for Ray, it seemed to be even louder than a direct blow from a rocket launcher. His entire body shivered in fear, and he began to sweat thoroughly. He had served his role as a soldier for years. He had seen many wars and skirmishes, but none of them proved to be scarier than this terrible moment.
Would it all end here?A cold smile crept over the inmate's face.
"Speaking of that, who even enjoys pineapples on their pizza?"It was all over for Ray. He managed to utter some words of his own:
"I hope...""...you...""...DON'T."
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