Playing God

[Joe 2.0]

 In the levels deep down in Fort Detrick, Maryland, there exists a lab whose sole purpose is to create the next generation of weapon. This weapon is destructive, both to Materiel, and to Morales. It is a living weapon, or rather several of them. They are a crossbreed of spliced Human and Lupine DNA, through the developing science of Gene therapy. They are Stronger, Faster, Hardier, and more resourceful than any human soldier ever trained, and they have exhibited some, odd, traits in their state of dormancy.

 He awoke in a tank, suspended in water by a mass of life support, feeding, and breathing tubes. Panic overcame him as his gag reflex kicked in, trying to cough up the tubes that kept him alive in his seven years of dormancy. He began to thrash, water splashing up the sides of the tank, and the glass began to form a spiderweb shaped crack. Water seeped through this, and the T-shirt and Laboratory Coat clad geneticists, Anthropologists, and Best of the Bests of other fields began to back away as the Hybrids began to wake. The had not expected this. The Glass on Tank-3 finally gave way as the Hybrid spilled out, the tubes sliding from his throat, clutching his head as if in pain. He now knew his name, John. He didn't know it, but this trivial fact was part of an all encompassing data bank of information, and false memories given to him by his Creator. Several Marines, from a special detachment specifically trained if such an unlikely event should occur, trudged into the room, M16's in hand. John's memory began to run over the fact's, and he recognized the armed men as threats. Raising the black rifles, they did not expect John's lunge, powerful enough to break their spinal chord from the front, through innumerable layers of muscle, bone, intestine, and gristle, and they fell to the floor limp. The one Marine left, tried to make a run for the door, but found it locked in Protocol, and was instantly silenced when one of John's hand's hit him in the base of the neck, stronger than any prize fighter, severing the brain stem. He turned to the lifeless bodies of the Marines, and some recessed human instinct told him to dress. He picked the largest Marine, and stripped him of his Camouflage, and donned it, ripping off the patches and the flag, and setting them down upon his body. He picked up one of the M16's, running over the controls with his hands, the memory a dull roar in the back of John's head, rather than an unbearable pain as before. He leveled it at the Scientists that , although he did not know, had created him and pulled the trigger, and emptied round after round into their midst until the rifle fired no more. He saw a single scientist moving, crawling into a fetal position in the corner, and deemed him not worth his time As he looked away, John muttered "That's what you get, for playing God." John turned to the other tanks, and began to pound on the glass, emptying the contents on them onto the floor, one by one.

[Ishtar]

The first conscious thought Max had was that he felt cold…cold, and wet. He was lying on the ground; the sickly sweet scent of fresh blood filled his nostrils, blood mixed with other scents, that of organs and acids. He opened his eyes to see bodies mangled and torn all around, the glass case that had help him shattered. A figure was standing over him. He stood up slowly, his eyes taking in everything sharp detail, his mind working lightning fast. “What happened?” he asked in a voice that was hoarse, still raw from having the tube pulled out.

[Joe 2.0]

 The words formed in John's mind, still not used to the action of speech. He formed the words slowly, his artificial vocabulary coming slowly into play after the Initial words he knew. "We are.. in... in a l.. lab.. oratory." He muttered each word slowly, being forced to learn each word he spoke. He clutched his head tightly again, staggering for a moment, one of the words setting off a cascade of memories. His creation, video footage, even predatory instincts, the memories of a soldier. It came flooding back to him, yet he knew there would be more. "We are weapons. We need to get out of here, NOW." He ignored the sharp pain of the glass fragments on his padded feet as he pulled up the other Hybrid, and trotted over to a computer terminal. He thought about the lab, and began to bring up more recessed memories, more specific this time, like serial numbers. 131933-j. He typed it into the keypad on the dest that sat below the screen, spattered with blood. A picture came up, followed by detailed information that made him wince as he felt his head throb with pulses as more blood was diverted to his overly active brain. He calmed and began to think clearly. override code. He went back to the main screen and typed in security systems. them the words Red Sea. The doors clanked open and redlow-profile lights turned on. He grabbed two rifles and threw oned to the other Hybrid. "Lets go."

[Ishtar]

Max took the gun, looking it over he memorized the parts. His brain seemed to flood with the new information, analyzing each piece of the rifle seperatly storing it's function and use. He looked around for ammunition, seeing some he grabbed it and belt, fastening it to himself. He followed the other hybrid.

[Joe 2.0]

 John leaned out the door, and looked about. The red lights still flashed, and the air felt cold; He went out the door and slowly walked down the hall, motioning for Max to follow. John's padded feet muffled his footsteps as he stopped at a corner, and slung the rifle across his back. Satisfied that he heard nothing, he rounded the corner and stopped short of a door, waiting for the second Hybrid to catch up.

[Ishtar]

Max followed the other hybrid, waiting for him to do something to the apparently locked door. "We are..." he searched for the right words, "Escaping yes?"

[Television17]

'Seven...' The number clouded Sunday's mind. 'Seven...days of the week...Seven...'
"SEVEN!" She screeched, although, with the tunes in her throat, it sounded more like a duck being strangled with it's own intestines. She gagged, and spat out the tubes, getting to her feet.
'Where...' She was learning how to think quickly 'Who...Life, the science...Tube...Alien...Revenge!' Now she realised what she wanted. She found it difficult to walk at first, stumbling about as if she was intoxicated.
She stumbled through the chambers of the scientific testing facility, eventually finding a room designated for the scientists to put their things. She found a one-piece swimming suit which fit her, and, as she didn't know any better, thought it would suffice.
'Assassin...' She heard herself think, 'I...Me...Assassin...' Words were thick and hazy, like jelly with flour mixed in.
'Not seven...' She constructed with thoughts, 'three...three weapons...find them!'
Sunday immediately felt a compulsion to find the other two bio-weapons. She raced back to the room where she gained consciousness, noticing that the other tubes were similarly destroyed.
She did find a pistol, and a knife, both on a belt. With difficulty, she fastened them around her slim waist, then looked at a monitor which seemed to show a map of the facility. Sunday memorized the route to the point with a red dot, flashing 'security breach'. She sprinted down hallways and corridors, her trim musculature and lithe form allowing her to run at inhuman speeds. She had to physically brake herself to avoid running into walls when turning corners. She found the door which the others had gone through, hugging the wall momentarily, peering through it, making sure it was safe. When she was satisfied, she pulled out her gun, rotating it, the shape jogging her memory. She now knew how it functioned, and how to load it. She picked up a handful of ammunition from a nearby bench, and shoved it into a pocket on the belt.
"Allies!" She called with difficulty, "I...like you...help to find...yes?"

[Joe 2.0]

 John heard someone yell, and brought the rifle to bear, completely surprised by the unintelligible words of the slim female Hybrid behind him. He lowered the rifle again, and crouched, hoping that the newcomer would follow his example, and then beckoned for her to come over to him. 'I thought she was dead?' he mused to himself with his new vocabulary, akin to that of a twelve year old's. He hadn't revitalized all of his false memories yet, but he knew that the third hybrid, the word flashed in his mind with a slight pain, the third hybrid, Sunday, followed them from a pack mentality.

[Television17]

Sunday copied his stance, putting her pistol in it's holster.
"Going we are where?" She tried, realising her vocabulary was still developing.
"Danger there is?" She couldnt yet work out that all her sentences were backwards.

[Joe 2.0]

 John realized that Sunday still had yet to 'Flash' as he had done, to revitalize parts of her memory, triggered by events or words. He tried a string of words to, hopefully, cause her memory to flash. "Lab, We're in a lab. You're supposed to be a Soldier," He motioned to a person sitting inside the room, that had yet to see him "They tried to kill us. We need to escape." He waited to see if Sunday's memory flashed, and if it was anywhere near as painful as his own, it might be a little bit of a tip off. Just a little.

[Ishtar]

Max looked at the newcomer, Sunday, he recalled from his memories. "I not know where we go." He pointed at John. "Following him I am."

[Joe 2.0]

 John looked over at Max, and back at Sunday. "We are going Out of this place, and up to the top. We can make a run from there." He closed his eyes, and brought up a mental map of the facility, and pinpointed the way they needed to go in his mind. He opened his eyes again, and looked at sunday. "We're going topside, Okay?"

[Television17]

Sunday thought about John's words, when a stabbing pain filled her head. She clutched her head as her vision blurred, until her muscles began to spasm. She dropped to the floor, desperately trying to control her crazy muscles. After about thirty seconds, she recovered. She pulled herself to her feet, or rather, paws, and leant against a wall.
"I...Remember...how to...speak...John... And Max?" She asked, making sure her memories were correct.

[Ishtar]

Max watched as Sunday was reawakened to her memories. It was a painful process, but they all had to endure it at some point.
"Yes," Max nodded to her, "I am Max." The words coming easier for him now that he was hearing them, making conversation with the other two.

He nodded towards John, "When we get there, we will do what?" he asked.

[Joe 2.0]

 John slung his stolen rifle, and helped to steady sunday. "Right, I'm John, He's Max." he said. He looked quickly behind himself, through the glass pane on the door, and made sure that the Lab Tech was still drooling over something on his desktop. Once he was satisfied that they were safe, he brough Sunday over to where Max was, and began to explain the escape route. "In the next hallway, to the left, there is an emergency stairwell, used in case of a fire or the like. If we go up that, we should end up on the ground floor. On the ground floor, all we have to do is follow the Exit signs. simple enough." In theory he added in his thoughts. He began to quietly jog down the hallway, holding the rifle to his shoulder.