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Authors: Brandon Huckabay
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colonel walked purposefully over to lab coated prisoners sitting on the floor under armed guard. “What were you working on here? Tell Me!” said the colonel.
The prisoner looked up in the colonel’s face and uttered, “Go to Hell. We will never tell you anything.”
The colonel grabbed the prisoner by the throat and lifted him off the floor with one hand. The prisoner kicked his feet wildly and grasped the colonel’s gauntleted hands, trying in vain to free himself. The colonel squeezed with all of his might, crushing the man’s larynx, and lowered him slowly so that his feet again touched the floor. Within moments, the body went limp, and the colonel released his grasp. After wiping a bead of sweat from his face, the colonel turned to Cruwell and said, “Captain, secure the rest of this complex. The faster the better, but be thorough. We need to find out what they were doing here.” The colonel turned to the other prisoners, briefly contemplating another interrogation, but quickly lost interest. “And make sure these prisoners get topside. We will let the Auger-Seers pry what they will from their brains.”
“Yes, Colonel, understood.” Cruwell turned toward Sergeant Matthias and pointed to the three prisoners now sitting on the floor, with their hands bound behind their backs. “Take them up topside to the drop pod and prepare them for interrogation once we get into space. Start loading as much as can from the genetic labs also. See to it yourself.”
“Consider it done.” Sergeant Matthias motioned for the trooper guarding the prisoners to get them on their feet. He addressed the prisoners, looking them each in the eye. “I would suggest you cooperate. We have some rather terrifying methods to extract what we want.” The prisoners said nothing as Sergeant Matthias and the lone trooper escorted them to the surface.
Cruwell turned to the remaining troopers still in the laboratory, who were busy collecting samples from the tanks and removing lab equipment, tissue samples, memory drives, and main boards from the smashed computers.
“Careful with those samples,” he instructed. Cruwell did an abrupt about-face and strode out of the laboratory. Back out in the corridor, the captain walked up to Scotts and the colonel who were trying to manipulate the controls to open the sealed door. The sign above the corridor read “Testing”.
Scott’s was turning a large spanner set in the door, forcing it open slowly inch by inch. The door finally groaned open fully, the interior pitch black. Scott’s fished out a hand held torch from his assault vest and switched it on. What it revealed made him gasp. The room was nothing more than a metal walled rectangle, half the size of the genetics labs. Stacked in a large pile on the right side were at least twenty to thirty corpses wearing nothing but their underwear. From what Scott’s could see, each had a single bullet hole in the forehead.
Feeling nauseous, he stepped back and grabbed the far wall for support. The colonel stepped into the room and a second later a dim light illuminated the grisly scene. In addition to the pile of bodies, four bodies in various stages of dissection laid still on gurneys. While the genetics lab was relatively clean and orderly, this room had blood splatters on the wall. The air held the stench of death. Scott’s and Cruwell entered cautiously. Scott’s spied a video camera mounted on a tripod against the far wall, pointed at the corpse pile.
Scotts rewound the tape, the hit play. “Sir, you should see this,” he said. Scott’s backed up the video and hit play again as the colonel and Cruwell peered over his shoulder. There was no sound, but the image was clear. An underwear clad male stood in front of a smaller corpse pile, his arms at his side. An older looking technician produced a small pistol and fired, hitting him between the eyes. As soon as the body hit the floor, two lab technicians quickly picked him up and placed him
The prisoner looked up in the colonel’s face and uttered, “Go to Hell. We will never tell you anything.”
The colonel grabbed the prisoner by the throat and lifted him off the floor with one hand. The prisoner kicked his feet wildly and grasped the colonel’s gauntleted hands, trying in vain to free himself. The colonel squeezed with all of his might, crushing the man’s larynx, and lowered him slowly so that his feet again touched the floor. Within moments, the body went limp, and the colonel released his grasp. After wiping a bead of sweat from his face, the colonel turned to Cruwell and said, “Captain, secure the rest of this complex. The faster the better, but be thorough. We need to find out what they were doing here.” The colonel turned to the other prisoners, briefly contemplating another interrogation, but quickly lost interest. “And make sure these prisoners get topside. We will let the Auger-Seers pry what they will from their brains.”
“Yes, Colonel, understood.” Cruwell turned toward Sergeant Matthias and pointed to the three prisoners now sitting on the floor, with their hands bound behind their backs. “Take them up topside to the drop pod and prepare them for interrogation once we get into space. Start loading as much as can from the genetic labs also. See to it yourself.”
“Consider it done.” Sergeant Matthias motioned for the trooper guarding the prisoners to get them on their feet. He addressed the prisoners, looking them each in the eye. “I would suggest you cooperate. We have some rather terrifying methods to extract what we want.” The prisoners said nothing as Sergeant Matthias and the lone trooper escorted them to the surface.
Cruwell turned to the remaining troopers still in the laboratory, who were busy collecting samples from the tanks and removing lab equipment, tissue samples, memory drives, and main boards from the smashed computers.
“Careful with those samples,” he instructed. Cruwell did an abrupt about-face and strode out of the laboratory. Back out in the corridor, the captain walked up to Scotts and the colonel who were trying to manipulate the controls to open the sealed door. The sign above the corridor read “Testing”.
Scott’s was turning a large spanner set in the door, forcing it open slowly inch by inch. The door finally groaned open fully, the interior pitch black. Scott’s fished out a hand held torch from his assault vest and switched it on. What it revealed made him gasp. The room was nothing more than a metal walled rectangle, half the size of the genetics labs. Stacked in a large pile on the right side were at least twenty to thirty corpses wearing nothing but their underwear. From what Scott’s could see, each had a single bullet hole in the forehead.
Feeling nauseous, he stepped back and grabbed the far wall for support. The colonel stepped into the room and a second later a dim light illuminated the grisly scene. In addition to the pile of bodies, four bodies in various stages of dissection laid still on gurneys. While the genetics lab was relatively clean and orderly, this room had blood splatters on the wall. The air held the stench of death. Scott’s and Cruwell entered cautiously. Scott’s spied a video camera mounted on a tripod against the far wall, pointed at the corpse pile.
Scotts rewound the tape, the hit play. “Sir, you should see this,” he said. Scott’s backed up the video and hit play again as the colonel and Cruwell peered over his shoulder. There was no sound, but the image was clear. An underwear clad male stood in front of a smaller corpse pile, his arms at his side. An older looking technician produced a small pistol and fired, hitting him between the eyes. As soon as the body hit the floor, two lab technicians quickly picked him up and placed him
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