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Authors: Michael Carr
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same the thing over and over. She now finds assurance with the belief, “Whatever it takes to stay alive!”
“I need him alive!” Her attention is immediately brought back to the exam room. The General, stressed, continues, “….alive and improving, not doped up!” He is very aware that he will need Corey.
Dr. Richards holds up the stats again, trying to prove his actions. “The patient has a serious wound infection. I'm afraid that may keep the drugs from working as rapidly as they have in past subjects.”
General Anders asks, “What type of wound?”
Richards hesitates, “A battle wound…to be expected, right?”
Anders knows what he wants and has no problem relaying it, “Past candidates have been bred and honed for the SZ1A program. I need to see results. I'm tired of sitting here letting the Swarm use our country as a breeding ground for their army. It is pissing me off. I need the soldiers you promised me!”
As the General walks out, the Doctor acknowledges the need, “Understood!”
Richards turns back to the patient, pulls back the gown and again, stares at the branding…and mutters, “brotherhood”.
Tonya, not able to hear the Doctor’s last comment, looks again through the vent to see him pull the syringe and drug vial out from under the counter. He holds the needle up, thumps it and inserts it into his own arm. Shocked, she tightly presses her hands over her mouth, to hold back a gasp. Her eyes grow big. Richards looks around the corner and then looks up as if to have heard something.
Tonya crawls back rapidly through the air ducts. She shakes with emotion and is scared. It is just unbelievable! She does not want to accept that there is no one left to trust and fears the worst for the four of them. Reaching the end of the air duct tunnel, she taps the vent. Patrick stands up to remove the cover and assists her down. She makes her way out holding her stomach. Feeling sick, she runs to the small bathroom inside the meeting room, “RALPH!”
Patrick looks at Chief in disbelief. “What do you think that’s about?” Chief does not have a chance to reply before Tonya returns. She sits staring at the center of the table. Chief rolls his chair closer to calm a distressed Tonya; and Patrick comes over to place one hand on her back. She begins to tell them what she has seen and heard. After a moment, Chief says quietly, “It's time to start playing the game.”
Tonya looks down and removes what looks to be a silver stud from her boot. Patrick looks at her strangely, “What are you going to do with that?”
Tonya tosses the stud in the air and catches it, “Putting things in our favor. Now, go tell them I'm sick and that I need to see the Doctor.”
Corey awakens and has a killer headache, so severe it somewhat smothers the fire sensation from his chest. He grabs his head and tries to sit up...but that does not last long. Sitting up causes some serious nausea. Looks like lying down is the only option. After lying back, he looks around at all the equipment and attachments. Curiosity makes him reach for the IV to look at the monitor. As his right arm is extended, he notices a silver colored band tightly affixed to his wrist. The band is made of a very strange metal that shows flexibility when bent. Even more odd is that it has a short vial connected to it. He sits up again, but slowly. He begins to wonder the whereabouts of the others.
Dr. Richards arrives to examine Tonya and finds her stretched out on the mahogany table. Looking her over he begins to ask a series of medical questions. As he adjusts his glasses, he reaches for a small flashlight in his lab coat pocket. After a few clicks of the tiny light to verify it is functioning, he moves back towards Tonya. As he leans in to begin his examination, Patrick grabs him from behind. Tonya jumps up and attaches the stud on the back of his neck.
“What is this?” asked the Doctor, confused.
“A small explosive...now be a good boy
“I need him alive!” Her attention is immediately brought back to the exam room. The General, stressed, continues, “….alive and improving, not doped up!” He is very aware that he will need Corey.
Dr. Richards holds up the stats again, trying to prove his actions. “The patient has a serious wound infection. I'm afraid that may keep the drugs from working as rapidly as they have in past subjects.”
General Anders asks, “What type of wound?”
Richards hesitates, “A battle wound…to be expected, right?”
Anders knows what he wants and has no problem relaying it, “Past candidates have been bred and honed for the SZ1A program. I need to see results. I'm tired of sitting here letting the Swarm use our country as a breeding ground for their army. It is pissing me off. I need the soldiers you promised me!”
As the General walks out, the Doctor acknowledges the need, “Understood!”
Richards turns back to the patient, pulls back the gown and again, stares at the branding…and mutters, “brotherhood”.
Tonya, not able to hear the Doctor’s last comment, looks again through the vent to see him pull the syringe and drug vial out from under the counter. He holds the needle up, thumps it and inserts it into his own arm. Shocked, she tightly presses her hands over her mouth, to hold back a gasp. Her eyes grow big. Richards looks around the corner and then looks up as if to have heard something.
Tonya crawls back rapidly through the air ducts. She shakes with emotion and is scared. It is just unbelievable! She does not want to accept that there is no one left to trust and fears the worst for the four of them. Reaching the end of the air duct tunnel, she taps the vent. Patrick stands up to remove the cover and assists her down. She makes her way out holding her stomach. Feeling sick, she runs to the small bathroom inside the meeting room, “RALPH!”
Patrick looks at Chief in disbelief. “What do you think that’s about?” Chief does not have a chance to reply before Tonya returns. She sits staring at the center of the table. Chief rolls his chair closer to calm a distressed Tonya; and Patrick comes over to place one hand on her back. She begins to tell them what she has seen and heard. After a moment, Chief says quietly, “It's time to start playing the game.”
Tonya looks down and removes what looks to be a silver stud from her boot. Patrick looks at her strangely, “What are you going to do with that?”
Tonya tosses the stud in the air and catches it, “Putting things in our favor. Now, go tell them I'm sick and that I need to see the Doctor.”
Corey awakens and has a killer headache, so severe it somewhat smothers the fire sensation from his chest. He grabs his head and tries to sit up...but that does not last long. Sitting up causes some serious nausea. Looks like lying down is the only option. After lying back, he looks around at all the equipment and attachments. Curiosity makes him reach for the IV to look at the monitor. As his right arm is extended, he notices a silver colored band tightly affixed to his wrist. The band is made of a very strange metal that shows flexibility when bent. Even more odd is that it has a short vial connected to it. He sits up again, but slowly. He begins to wonder the whereabouts of the others.
Dr. Richards arrives to examine Tonya and finds her stretched out on the mahogany table. Looking her over he begins to ask a series of medical questions. As he adjusts his glasses, he reaches for a small flashlight in his lab coat pocket. After a few clicks of the tiny light to verify it is functioning, he moves back towards Tonya. As he leans in to begin his examination, Patrick grabs him from behind. Tonya jumps up and attaches the stud on the back of his neck.
“What is this?” asked the Doctor, confused.
“A small explosive...now be a good boy
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