Dawn OOC Posted March 5, 2012 Share Posted March 5, 2012 Transcript from Interview with Travis Kincaid RL: Very well. Can I at least tell them if you'd give up your homicidal tendencies if released from statis permanently, or will you continue to kill humans any chance you get?" TK: You can tell them that sure... RL: Right. I'd love to hear the truth, you know. Can we make a deal? What would you like from me for the truth? TK: A little anal? RL: How about something a little more doable? TK: Come on ... a little anal won't kill you, even from me. RL: Is that your only offer? Anal from a human? TK: I think you think I'm going to play ball, but I'm not a pet, or a slave, or a traitor to my race. So either kill me, put me under, or let me go and pray that I don't find you. RL: Understood. Thank you for your time. I look forward to talking to you again, Travis. TK: Whatever. You better hope I don't develop a resistance to your little miracle drugs or the next time maybe you'll be getting more than you planned for. Transcript from Interview with Mary RL: Help you leave here. Not today. But soon. If you'll not tell them and if you'll be patient, I'll get you out of here. M: I can't leave. It's too dangerous. RL: Yes, it is. Too dangerous for them. They can't let you see too much of the world. I won't force you to leave, and neither will the man I work with. You have to tell me you'll leave, if given the chance. M: It's not that I want to stay here...forever. It's just...how do I know it's safe? I don't know who you are. I don't even know...what you are. I just need some time. RL: You have no time. I'll not see you again before your opportunity comes. You have to tell me now. If you want to stay, you'll be left here. If you want to go, David will move heaven and earth to get you out. M: But what will I do? [pause] I...I'll go. Transcript from Interview with Lamia RL: "Your history interests me. How old are you really?" L: What do I get for telling you? You want something from me, and you can't just strap me down and lick it out of me, so what do I get for telling you? RL: Because if you do, I will talk to you again. For a much longer talk, somewhere outside of this building. L: From the books I've been allowed, I can say with certainty that I am older than any known civilization. My family, my parents and my brothers and sisters and cousins, my....what was the word used? Band? The people I grew up with, all of whom I could name my relationship to, we lived well inland from the sea you call the Mediterranean, beyond the mouths of the rivers that flow to become the Nile. I remember the time you call the Ice Age and the stories of the great mountains of ice to the north and all the rivers and lakes and even the seas dying around us as the desert spread across the world below those mountains. I remember many other things, but the only proof you have is the records that were taken from the Reich and the princes before them and the priests before them. Why does it matter? Those people are dust now and their deeds and legacies forgotten by all. Except by me. Transcript from Interview with Gold RL: You enjoy being feared? I mean, you say respect - I'm sure they're afraid of you. G: Ah yes, psychoanalyze the mutie in a cage. Good show. I take what I can get, doc. These bottom feeders know what'll happen if I get out of my cage. Turns out I can't be replaced and they can. And these people know what I can do if I'm in the mood. A man would like to be respected. A mutie... A mutie can take fear, or nothing. I learned to take what I can get in the pit. RL: I wasn't trying to analyze. I know they don't respect you. If they did, they wouldn't cage you. They fear you, because you are stronger than they. And yes, they are very replaceable, and you... you are unique. G: Which I'm sure is why we're even having this conversation. So what's this new project of yours? Or are you a minion like the rest of them? RL: I confess, I did want to meet you, which is why I pushed for this. They didn't want me to evaluate you - too dangerous. The project is to have a conversation about your views on the world. Officially, I'm assessing whether changes can be made to policy to improve your performance. But your.... 'needs' are clearly greater than what the program will allow. G: If I had a rock you'd be dead, but given I'm in a smooth cage that if my eye tells me true was constructed fresh in the last twenty-four hours... you're pretty safe unless you come within arm's reach. At which point you die. May 5, 2012, 9:44 a.m. MST Sletten Lake, North Dakota The Sletten Lake Containment Facility sits in rural North Dakota, far from any major settlements. It is clearly a military complex, but unlike other military complexes, it doesn’t feed the local economy. Trucks come and go all the time, but they are military transports, and they don’t stop at the local Kum & Go. The locals have dozens of rumors about the place, all of them far less fantastic than the truth. The center of Sletten is the Main Building, sometimes called Mutant central. This squat, single story concrete box houses the facility’s mutants, all four of them. Sometimes, it’s inconceivable to the soldiers and scientists here that so much exists solely to study and contain these four, but at other times, it was all too easy to understand why all the security existed for them. They were some of the most dangerous or valuable mutants housed in the United States. The Main Building is divided into five sections by incredibly thick walls, one for each of their mutants and a fifth area that houses, the supply room, computer room, cafeteria, one of three armories and some offices. One section houses Mary, along with labs and offices to support the scientists who study her. She also has a compliment of guards; men she’s never seen who have orders specifying under what conditions they can put a bullet in her head. Lamia has another section; like Mary, she has a bevy of guards and scientists, thought their functions and orders are very different. Each woman’s suite contains several rooms, each of them designed to provide her with everything she needs so she’ll never have to be removed from the secure area. The third area houses Project Ice, a government funded research project to determine the viability of long-term cyrostatis. Their mutant test subject is housed there, along with all the labs and equipment that are required by the program. The fourth section contains the imprisoned mutant Gold as well as the Colonel who oversees the training general preparedness of Weapon Gold. Today was sunny and bright; a few clouds scuttled overhead. Outside the Main Building, the unit permanently dispatched here went about their duties, which mostly involved finding new ways to remain alert on this fairly dull day. The sun overhead made the air warmer than was usual for early May in North Dakota, and a couple of the harder working soldiers were already sweating. No one really looked up, so no one noticed that there wasn’t one sun in the sky, but two. The glowing form got in the first strike before anyone realized he was there. The communications tower was briefly outlined in gold as the sun itself seemed to strike it; then the concrete slagged under the intense heat. Men didn’t have time to notice they were dying before the fact, save a few luckless souls who were far enough away to survive the initial blast only to be seared to ash seconds later. The shed housing the tanks and vehicles was next. In nearby Battleview, population 389, the residents stared to the south, where the horizon glowed with a second sunrise. The first of the anti-aircraft weapons fired at the glowing form, only to explode against a glowing shield yards away from the form. Another shell entered the fray; this one struck the form. The explosion couldn’t obscure the form’s brilliance, and the form seemed relatively unhurt. But the defenses were gearing up, and the form dropped rapidly to hover just above the building. Another blast of heat and light from his hands punched a brutal hole into the roof, and the DEHA’s worst nightmare came true: a mutant had penetrated Project Ice. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Travis was dreaming again. He was flying and free, with nothing to stop him save his own limits. The platform of debris under his feet carried him high into the sky and he grinned at the unparalleled feeling of freedom. Then he remembered – he couldn’t dream while he was in cyro-sleep. That thought brought a surge of adrenaline, as he realized he was being woken up again. He came awake with a shout, ready to fight. An alarm whooped in the building, and there was a hole in the ceiling of the lab. There was only another man in the room and Travis wasn’t strapped to a gurney. The other person was thin, not too tall, and older in his mid-to-late forties. His hair was brown and eyes gray; his close-cropped facial hair added his age. But more important that all that: the man glowed with a golden light. He was another mutant. “Ready to leave?” the man asked. “Fuck yes!” Travis said, bounding off the bed. He was dressed in hospital pants and nothing else, but he didn’t care. It was time to GTFO. “Great. There’s three more mutants held here,” the man told him. “Gold’s prison is that way.” He pointed due south. “You spring him – I’m going to make sure the other two are ready to go. I have a way out, so don’t worry about getting away. Just get Gold out. Got it?” -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Gold sighed as he worked his sore muscles. The workout today had taxed even him; the latest trainings had a deliberate feel, and the mutant resigned himself to another upcoming mission. Maybe he’d get to kill some humans and no mutants. That’d be nice. A distant roar rang through the building, like it’d been struck with a hammer. The mutant was on his feet before the vibrations had stopped and the alarm started. Outside his cell, he could hear soldiers scrambling, but he couldn’t see anything. All he knew was that something big was happening. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Lamia stared at the Sudoku puzzle. It was the last one in the book, and she debated whether she should complete it or wait. She’d angered one of the doctors accidently last week, so there was no telling when her next book would come. She ran her fingers over the squares, trying to decide if she should save it, or if she was bored enough to do it now. Perhaps she would only work on it five minutes- A distant roar rang through the building, like it’d been struck with a hammer. Lamia looked around in alarm – alarm mixed with hope. How many sweet dreams had started just this way? How often had she hoped for something like this to herald her escape? Was her chance here? -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Mary was asleep; she wasn’t normally allowed to sleep this late but it was a Saturday, and she’d done very well on her test yesterday. Normally, she’d be filled with a sense of satisfaction over that, but Dr. LaCroix’s visit had tainted everything since that point. A distant roar rang through the building, like it’d been struck with a hammer. Mary woke up and was half out of bed before she really thought about what she was doing. Her thoughts flew to Dr. LaCroix, and what she’d said. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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