Date and Time: 11/03/2016 – 6:00 p.m.
Dr Jiang-Ping left the warehouse, nodding in affirmation to the assembled team outside. She rubbed on her aching shoulder that dislodged when she collapsed to the ground earlier. She’d feared that some of her nerves were trapped when they lodged the joint back in, which is why the recovery would be slow.
She made her way to see Big Boss to see what she should do. For all intents and purposes, research should and ought to continue but with so many resources dedicated to securing the two Subjects
and finding Agent Caits, everything just became very clumsy and difficult.
Right at the strike of six, all exits would be sealed completely by steel gates, essentially making the UNARM facility impregnable and inescapable. Any attempt to scale the giant crater wall to the outside would be spotted and thwarted simply by the sheer size of the obstacle the Agent would have to overcome.
When the doctor finally got to talk to Big Boss after a seemingly endless crowd being assigned their duties, he commanded Dr Jiang-Ping:
‘Keep an eye on both our Subjects. Maintain regular contact with the team monitoring 30….
and monitor the anaesthetic levels for 29.’
‘Sir, the paralytic liquid is designed to subdue even the strongest-willed. The amount we’re using could subdue two raging rhinoceros. Plus, the liquid is non-harmful, there is no way she could get hurt.’
‘How well do we really understand her abilities? Her written suggested that she has a weak will. She would not be able to handle the pressure and stress of being a lawyer of a prestigious law firm.
No. I believe her abilities extend far from just pain empowerment. I believe there is something more.’
Shaking her head in disapproval, and preparing to submit her rebuttal, she was interrupted with a message from her tablet:
‘Doctor. We need you quick. Subject 29 just moved.’
In her deep sleep, she could still dream. She could not move nor breathe, but she retained a slight consciousness that forbade her from thinking or being recognizant but she could dream.
Her dreams were of the same creature – no, were of her true, inner,
evil self.
Just with that, as she panicked and suffered, she could feel herself move just the slightest. The briefest moments of consciousness made her realize she was submerged in a tank of liquid being watched, but she would then go back to her slumber.
More complications like this were to come the longer she stayed in this state.
A small unit of eight soldiers, the tallest and oldest their squad leader, jogged their way to the middle of the big lane that covered multiple tunnels. Off to his peripheral vision, the leader spotted a soldier walking towards them. The leader approached him and barked orders:
‘Hey, son! Where’s your assignment?’
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