Gershwin stopped and faced Cody. In the course of pain and pain-induced rage that surged through her, all forms of morality seemed to cease in order for her to seek and stop all the hurt and discomfort. Though his words did reach to her, it took more effort for her to stop and think than to crushing the motivators into oblivion. But stop she still did, and boy did she realize that the reality of it all was very, very upsetting, and moreover, very disturbing.
At this time, the Agents were moving their way forward to their Subjects. Cody and Gershwin were watching them as the supposed amoral henchmen of this ungodly organization struggled with all their might to reach them and to care for them.
Though everything that had led up to this point had been indicative of it, Gershwin was now sure that Agents Dioxide and Caits were on their side.
‘You’re not one of them…’
And, as if by prompt, a new voice replied.
‘Yes, and how disappointing.’
One did not need super-hearing to hear the loud and heavy footsteps outside the concrete floors of the wide hallways. It seemed appropriate that such a character possessed such a grand entrance to his wake.
Big Boss, in all his towering 6’10”, almost 700-pound size, arched his head to enter the main laboratory. While the others were still covering their eyes from the brightness,
Big Boss seemed unaffected by it, with no so much as a tear from resisting it. There was a steeliness to everything about him, from the glare that seemed to be able to pierce metal, from the tightness in his clothes that betrayed a great strength and power under his portly figure.
His big hands grabbed Agent Caits and Agent Dioxide and threw them out of the laboratory door like ragdolls. Of the two, Agent Dioxide got the worse impact: his head had hit hard against the door frame as he was flung out. Neither the two could move fast enough to enter as the door was sealed shut.
‘As we speak, anaesthetic gas is being pumped into this room. You all should feel very drowsy by now. And in case that does not work, I am here to resolve any altercation.
I am, after all, an Anomaly myself.
Gershwin knew that he wasn’t lying. The lights were dimming. Cody was not immune to the gas, and in fact was even more susceptible to it than she was. All around her, people were collapsing into sleep, all but
Big Boss himself. They were going to die here in the hands of an incredibly powerful, hypocritical man. Gershwin looked back to Cody once more before, nodding in security to him, before lunging at
Big Boss.
He merely caught her arms with lightning speed and hoisted her into the air. She thrashed around with her new found strength but they were no match for
Big Boss’. In what seemed like an eternity, but was matter-of-factly just a few seconds, she passed out. Even in this state,
Big Boss laid her out on the floor softly – he still feared her powers.
‘I know you see a certain brightness to people. Tell me: how bright am I?
Not long, Cody too passed out.
Agent Dioxide could smell the faintness of the anaesthetic gas being used in the room. It was subtle, despite its claim of being odourless. Its usage was confirmed with the sounds of thudding and dropping of bodies onto the floor. It was not long before the door opened again, and
Big Boss was stood in its way.
His mass seemed to take up every generous space the door had, and he arched down before he walked out into the hallway again.
‘Caits! RUN!, and run she did.
Big Boss moved blindingly quick and gripped his large hand into the Agent’s neck. Though the hallway was wide and could fit five people side-by-side,
Big Boss had little struggle to what he was about to do next:
With all his strength,
Big Boss threw and slammed Agent Dioxide against the walls. Slam, he hit the east wall, slam as he hit the west. Bones cracked and blood was gushing out of him but
Big Boss kept on going.
When just a bloody mush was left, he dropped Agent Dioxide like trash. Maccer Moretz, one of the best Agents in UNARM history, was no more. Motivators and other Agents came to
Big Boss’. None of them know he is an Anomaly. His secret is kept in the main laboratory. Dioxide was dead. Caits is next.
‘Move Subject 30 into Sector G, into the Lightless Box. Subject 29 is to be put under comatose indefinitely.’
And with a mighty roar into the speakers laden in the hallway:
‘Issue lockdown! We have a traitor in our midst. Locate Agent Caits, and shoot on sight!
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