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- A Linguistics major at the Chinese University of Hong Kong, specializing in multilingual acquisition and education
- A simultaneous, functional trilingual of Cantonese, English, and Tagalog - now learning Mandarin and Hong Kong Sign Language
- A bookworm, preferring science fiction and science-fantasy. Brandon Sanderson is a god
- A dancer, dabbling in Hip Hop, Jazz Funk, and Ballroom Dancing
- A pathetic excuse of a polymath, with interests in engineering, physics, chemistry, environmental science, politics, history, anthropology, law, and Art
- A dabbler in learning the guzheng and basketball
- A music enthusiast who will literally listen to anything
I'm too busy for my own good. LOL
- A simultaneous, functional trilingual of Cantonese, English, and Tagalog - now learning Mandarin and Hong Kong Sign Language
- A bookworm, preferring science fiction and science-fantasy. Brandon Sanderson is a god
- A dancer, dabbling in Hip Hop, Jazz Funk, and Ballroom Dancing
- A pathetic excuse of a polymath, with interests in engineering, physics, chemistry, environmental science, politics, history, anthropology, law, and Art
- A dabbler in learning the guzheng and basketball
- A music enthusiast who will literally listen to anything
I'm too busy for my own good. LOL
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:p hi
‘As I have mentioned before: these two Subjects are our first two real Anomalies with offensive and defensive capabilities. They were the first two to pose actual harm and danger to us keeping them – one of them posed danger simply by stabbing a needle into her.’
Big Boss was not used to having his ass drilled like this. He landed this job because of his near-spotless history of pristine operations control, handled with great care and prediction that he is so well-known for. However, prediction and management can only do so much when circumstances were against him. One couldn’t execute the, one would say evil, plans one desired if resources were so limited for him. Big Boss, putting on a show for the faces that governed his payroll and security, spoke with that façade of humility and humbleness:
‘The fact that two of them came at the same time proved even more difficult. Handling them would have been made much easier had we had more staff dedicated to us by the UN representatives’
‘Well, we’re not exactly going to be sending them now, not when security is compromised and you have an Agent gone rogue.’ The old German woman spoke with such an indifference to her tone, as if really incapable of understanding the gravity of the situation. To her side was springy, intern kid who refused to move his eyes away from his handout, terrified shitless of what he had gotten himself into.’
Big Boss’ knuckles grew white and his one assistant off to the side in the large meeting room they were in was shaking nervously – not for the outburst that would lead to a bad impression on UN – UNARM relations, but for her life: who knew what kind of power Big Boss really had?
‘Surely sending more staff would be good now as reinforcements to capture the rogue Agent as quickly as possible, unless you want the shit that goes on around here to go viral around the world.’
The intern looked up from his notes and spoke with a lively interest: ‘what shit?’
‘Leave this room now and do not speak a word of this or you’re going home,’ the old woman replied. When it was just her on her end, her face stiffened in anger:
‘You’re just as part of this as we are.’
‘My name isn’t. Yours… UN’s…. is. I need reinforcement now.’
‘They will be there in 24 hours.’
As the feed turned off, Big Boss growled in growing frustration. 24. Fucking. Hours. 24 hours for Agent Caits to escape because they can’t fucking find her in this gigantic complex with fewer people per square meter than a fucking McDonald’s.
The assistant excused herself.
‘The box won’t hold you, that’s right. It’s nothing special – hell, you could probably burn through it right now. But try that when you’re surrounded by a line of marksmen who have nothing better to do than to shoot you if you escape. Oh, and just for the added touch: before you even break through the box, here’s something for you.’
suddenly a loud, ear-piercing, high-pitched noise played throughout the box. It was the equivalent of a nails scratching a blackboard on the magnitude of a jackhammer, a concert, and a jet taking off. With Cody’s heightened senses, passive and innate as they were, this noise doubled in intense effectiveness.
‘So yeah, try. Please do. We might finally be rid of you.’
A group of office workers stood by the sides of the building, smoking and drinking their coffees when one of them came over and the others hailed and greeted.
‘Holy shit the fuck’s going on, man?’
‘The fuck do I know dude heard some Agent’s gone “rogue” or some shit.’
The late-comer spoke: ‘just back from Big Boss’ office. Agent gone rogue, and UN’s sending reinforcements in 24 hours.
‘Shit, what are we talking about, full on army and shit?’
‘With what we’re dealing with, possibly. We’re probably looking at a full lock-down before dawn.’
I just wrote something for you in Italics ;D
There was going to be an ad hoc, emergency meeting with the UN correspondents later on that Big Boss had to attend to – such commotion does not go unnoticed under the eyes of the international organization. There had been breakouts before but they were short-lived and gave the staff nothing but a bit of exercise to reinvigorate themselves, and to practice back their rusty, all-rounded military training.
However, those had been with unarmed, non-offensive Anomalies who stood little chance. Two of their current Subjects were recaptured and contained, but one of their Agents, rogue, crafty, intelligent, was on the loose. How do you fight one of your own – let alone, a deadly one?
Big Boss’ vested interest in her arrest and killing enraged him to full attention. Big Boss’ career and life was on the line. Agent Caits was not getting away. He spoke into his two-way radio transceiver to his personnel-in-charge:
Despite the large infrastructure, the UNARM facility possessed only a small army size of 1,000 – 1,500, including their Agents which were only a few dozen. However, their advantage over any modern fighting army is their advanced artillery of technological weapons and almost-ubiquitous on-line surveillance capabilities.
It is in the same vein that this over-reliance on modern warfare that may be their greatest weakness. After all, when a thousand-strong army is spread out to a crater-sized area, looking for Agent Caits, only bad things could happen.
An injured, and angry Dr. Jiang-Ping walked up to the Lightless Box that contained Subject 30. In all honesty, it was a big fucking box. It was the strangest thing, since it was essentially a warehouse that contained this onyx black box.
The one camera inside it viewed an infra-red feed of the sleeping Subject on the cold floor that was designed to withstand the bomb blast of a megaton bomb. They went all out.
The doctor, on the press of a button on a control panel to her side, spoke to him: ‘Wake up.’
However, those had been with unarmed, non-offensive Anomalies who stood little chance. Two of their current Subjects were recaptured and contained, but one of their Agents, rogue, crafty, intelligent, was on the loose. How do you fight one of your own – let alone, a deadly one?
Big Boss’ vested interest in her arrest and killing enraged him to full attention. Big Boss’ career and life was on the line. Agent Caits was not getting away. He spoke into his two-way radio transceiver to his personnel-in-charge:
‘Focus all non-essential units to the periphery. Her instinct is to move away from central operations to gain momentary intermission. We will not allow her that opportunity.’
Despite the large infrastructure, the UNARM facility possessed only a small army size of 1,000 – 1,500, including their Agents which were only a few dozen. However, their advantage over any modern fighting army is their advanced artillery of technological weapons and almost-ubiquitous on-line surveillance capabilities.
It is in the same vein that this over-reliance on modern warfare that may be their greatest weakness. After all, when a thousand-strong army is spread out to a crater-sized area, looking for Agent Caits, only bad things could happen.
An injured, and angry Dr. Jiang-Ping walked up to the Lightless Box that contained Subject 30. In all honesty, it was a big fucking box. It was the strangest thing, since it was essentially a warehouse that contained this onyx black box.
The one camera inside it viewed an infra-red feed of the sleeping Subject on the cold floor that was designed to withstand the bomb blast of a megaton bomb. They went all out.
The doctor, on the press of a button on a control panel to her side, spoke to him: ‘Wake up.’
My one suggestion: see if you can get to the armoury!
That was really good!
The only thing I ask of you is to give some labels to some of 'the buildings'. Gives some clarity since as said, Caits knows the complex very well haha
The only thing I ask of you is to give some labels to some of 'the buildings'. Gives some clarity since as said, Caits knows the complex very well haha
Big Boss was already half-way to his room, a copious amount of blood covered all over his self. By all means the understanding of the situation was that Agent Dioxide had died by Anomaly means and Big Boss had been in the way, caught in the fight. “Luckily, he was not hurt,” is what the employees would say. Despite the size, many people agreed surreptitiously that Big Boss could not possibly be an Anomaly to his size. No one had the gall to question Big Boss out of the ambient fear he emanates. If he really was an Anomaly, emanating fear would be just that.
The flash had spread throughout the building, but Big Boss’ eyes and stride were not affected as he changed into a new set of clothes in that tiny office of his.
Agent Dioxide’s body was still unmoved when a new faculty of personnel moved in swiftly to move limp and unconscious Subject 29. This next procedure was the next logical step to a set of contingencies:
Deep within the main laboratory, behind a secure vault, Subject 29 was to be contained and submerged in a bullet-proof, incredibly resistant liquid-filled glass chamber. The strange, mercurial liquid is an anaesthetic and paralytic liquid that would keep Gershwin May under permanent comatose. The liquid would frequently be saturated with essential nutrients so that her body may survive, but otherwise Gershwin May may never see the light of day ever again.
The SRD department had been busy besides just the analyzing of the Subjects’ DNA; like Subject 29’s current permanent placement, there have been experimental designs and contingency plans for situations like this. One was the design for a special type of suit that would be able to handle Subject 30’s recent development of offensive, burning, searing light (precedence from the many screenings and tests of a previous date).
Numerous staff were now walking to the general location of the event, laden with thick, heavy brown suits. They were made with an experimental material that seemed hardy to extreme conditions, as spawned from genetic engineering from a previous Anomaly. Their suits also included large, black visors to shield their vision. The electricity to the hallway, and throughout most of the building were turned off but their visors allowed them to just about see through the dark, but also made sure that something like a flashbang would not affect them. Courtesy of, again, Anomaly technology.
They were also armed with tasers, masks that misted anaesthetic gas, and assault rifles.
Outside, emergency lights strobed and sirens sounded but were slow to travel to the entire UNARM facility. Patrols were rolling out on jeeps and on foot, but overall general chaos ensued. It would not be another while before announcements and inter-department communication would establish control throughout this phase.
The flash had spread throughout the building, but Big Boss’ eyes and stride were not affected as he changed into a new set of clothes in that tiny office of his.
Agent Dioxide’s body was still unmoved when a new faculty of personnel moved in swiftly to move limp and unconscious Subject 29. This next procedure was the next logical step to a set of contingencies:
Deep within the main laboratory, behind a secure vault, Subject 29 was to be contained and submerged in a bullet-proof, incredibly resistant liquid-filled glass chamber. The strange, mercurial liquid is an anaesthetic and paralytic liquid that would keep Gershwin May under permanent comatose. The liquid would frequently be saturated with essential nutrients so that her body may survive, but otherwise Gershwin May may never see the light of day ever again.
The SRD department had been busy besides just the analyzing of the Subjects’ DNA; like Subject 29’s current permanent placement, there have been experimental designs and contingency plans for situations like this. One was the design for a special type of suit that would be able to handle Subject 30’s recent development of offensive, burning, searing light (precedence from the many screenings and tests of a previous date).
Numerous staff were now walking to the general location of the event, laden with thick, heavy brown suits. They were made with an experimental material that seemed hardy to extreme conditions, as spawned from genetic engineering from a previous Anomaly. Their suits also included large, black visors to shield their vision. The electricity to the hallway, and throughout most of the building were turned off but their visors allowed them to just about see through the dark, but also made sure that something like a flashbang would not affect them. Courtesy of, again, Anomaly technology.
They were also armed with tasers, masks that misted anaesthetic gas, and assault rifles.
Outside, emergency lights strobed and sirens sounded but were slow to travel to the entire UNARM facility. Patrols were rolling out on jeeps and on foot, but overall general chaos ensued. It would not be another while before announcements and inter-department communication would establish control throughout this phase.
Yeah, Gershwin has a healing factor too but it was not empowered enough to keep her awake, i.e. she was not in enough pain to withstand it hahaha
That's the width of power I have established for Gershwin. That's why the next post you'll see might seem quite sad
That's the width of power I have established for Gershwin. That's why the next post you'll see might seem quite sad
I can't remember much of what I wrote in either page 1 or 2, but there is still a lot that can be invented! It's supposed to be a large facility, like acres upon acres in a giant crater.
Speaking of which, if Agent Caits is going to be in hiding in this place, your writing will have to be very meticulous, what with all the security and staff going around. There will be temporary chaos for now you can make progress while then. Like I said, a lot of unexplored areas in this invented world.
Cody will also have to struggle to escape. Big Boss has already left the area when the light explosion happened. I will try to write a way for people to have successfully moved Gershwin.
You're about to have some fun, because now that agent Dioxide is dead, I will, besides Gershwin, be acting as the UNARM personnel actively looking for you.
Keep an eye out for sympathizers. You can write about that, but within reason!
Speaking of which, if Agent Caits is going to be in hiding in this place, your writing will have to be very meticulous, what with all the security and staff going around. There will be temporary chaos for now you can make progress while then. Like I said, a lot of unexplored areas in this invented world.
Cody will also have to struggle to escape. Big Boss has already left the area when the light explosion happened. I will try to write a way for people to have successfully moved Gershwin.
You're about to have some fun, because now that agent Dioxide is dead, I will, besides Gershwin, be acting as the UNARM personnel actively looking for you.
Keep an eye out for sympathizers. You can write about that, but within reason!
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