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An unlikely pair Hiro and Luana. But they will need one another more than either suspects. Hiro finds himself falling in love with Luana, but what secrects is she hiding that makes her push Hiro away? 

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(A short teaser to the next story after Bullet ends.) 

  

Solitaire was seated on the couch in her living room, curtains opened, sunlight filling the room. It was deceptively beautiful for such a cold winter day. There was a sheathed kirpan dagger on the coffee table in front of her. She looked down at the dagger with a thought. 

“Do you think I’m any closer to ending all this crap than I was two years ago when all of this started?” She waited for an answer, no one spoke. Turning her body to where she could better see outside she stared at the snow that covered everything. Her face showed the strain of her question. 

“That’s a silly question don’t you think dear?” The voice had a British accent. It was a voice only she could hear, and it came from the kirpan dagger on the table. It was an ancient enchanted dagger from a Sikh ancestor long ago, over a thousand years to be precise. It now belonged to Solitaire. Solitaire put a finger to her mouth nibbling at the tip of her nail, something she did when she was upset. The dagger spoke with a British accent because Solitaires father did, although he was from Pakistan originally his second language was English and he learned it so well his accent was barely recognized. She was fond of that accent, and since she unknowingly gave the voice to the dagger it was what sounded and made her feel comfortable. It made it more like she was talking to her father, although she never really had such a delightful relationship with her father, this made up for it; or so that was the inside joke.

“Librarian by day, demon hunter by night.” She laughed loudly, the lines forming on each side of her mouth curving inward up to her pronounced nose. Her cheekbones always protruded outward when she smiled. “I liked it better when I was just a librarian. The mundane was sooo much better.” She joked. 

“See… It really gets old when you start feeling sorry for yourself Solitaire. You know the bloody drill, what it is you have to do. There is no time limit for that. When the job is done, it’s done. Only you can do it. And if you don’t? Then all of humanity will be cut down by them! The demons will ravage this world!” Iggy didn’t hold back hoping his words would hit home. Her childhood pet, a black lab named Iggy was how the dagger got his name. Another source of comfort for Solitaire. She closed her eyes, the tip of her finger slightly in her mouth, she bit down gently. 

“This could go on forever, and forever I’ll be alone. I wanted a husband, children, a nice home in the suburbs! None of that will happen now! I really think my father knew what I would become. That’s why my first name is Solitaire, and my middle name is Venus. Solitaire Venus Kirmani, yea that sounds really Indo Pak doesn’t it Iggy?” Tears started to flow down her face, the tip of her finger remained in her mouth. She always had that theory about her name. Her father was always poetic, and she thought this was another form of his poetry. Her first name meant alone, her second was tied to love. Her thoughts were that it meant alone from love, so far this ringed very true. When did a demon hunter ever have time for love? Why would a demon hunter ever think it would be safe to even be in love? Common sense kicked in, she opened her eyes wiping the tears away pulling her silky long black hair away from her serious looking and determined face. 

“I’m good now Iggy, thanks for the pep talk.” She said sniffing. 

  
The local news in Florida caught the attention of an employee at Griffin Core who in turn brought it to the attention of his superior, who in turn went to General Mace with the information. General Mace then went to Horacio Griffin about the valuable find. The first who actually knew was Valhalla, he had been scanning all receptions; radio, tv, and police bands. He did not tell the General though because that would have given away the fact that the firewall was not working as good as they thought. Valhalla had broken through that the first day it was put up years ago, and it only took mere seconds. And every time the firewall was revised he would break through it again. To date Valhalla had broken through 8,496 resets of the firewall, all in record time. It took a few hours for the news to finally get back to Valhalla that Jai had been spotted and when it did it was both General Mace and Horacio Griffin who presented it to him. Horacio seemed obsessed with visiting Valhalla and picking his brain. That was the problem, Horacio was arrogant. He didn’t think that he was being outwitted by a metallic sphere. Valhalla would always play along of course, and make suggestions. Valhalla had the perfect poker face.

General Mace felt that Subject Bullet would be long gone from his home town by now. Valhalla’s educated guess was that Jai was still there. After all according to the news clip Jai was distraught to hear that his mother had taken her life, Valhalla felt that Jai would stay where he was comfortable for the time being. Possibly with a family friend, or relative.

Valhalla pleaded to be part of the actual recon mission, that idea was turned down but he was promised that he would be able to sit in and give advice. Horacio Griffin, General Mace, and Valhalla were all in the war room together when the mission started.

  
The room was filled with massive monitors, and an operator sat in front of each screen tapping away on a key board. A few monitors had smaller screens side by side showing soldiers helmet cams with name included at the top of each screen. Other monitors had cameras from the Apache Helicopters, or mini cams that were sitting in the back of the Apaches that would fly out and film everything that was taking place once Subject Bullet was found. Horacio stood in front of one of the Apache monitors watching nothing but sky at the moment. He rubbed his chin, his face was serious. He even trimmed his beard in a different fashion making it thinner, he was superstitious but was never one to admit it. Superstition was for the uneducated, that was not he. He wore the finest black tailored suit that seemed to shine in the light of the monitors. His hair was also freshly trimmed, new things meant new positive beginnings. Not a superstitious thing mind you, again that was for the daft minded.

“I’m staking a lot on this Valhalla, I should hope you are correct…” He said in a scolding manner. Valhalla laughed catching Horacio off guard. The General remained silent, he worked better observing. Horacio walked up standing close beside Valhalla staring at the sphere with raised brow, General Mace stood behind them silently. “You find this humorous Valhalla?” Horacio Griffin remarked almost angrily.

“I laugh because you doubt my genius. My calculations come from precise thought that is not hindered by imperfect human thought.”

“So you admit you are no longer human?” Horacio asked sarcastically.

“I admit that I am far better than I was before, that is all I need to admit.”

An argument seemed to be taking place, one that Valhalla could care less about; he knew he had the superior intellect. Even when he was human his mind was far more brilliant than Horacio’s. So Valhalla chose to stay quiet, Horacio wanted to continue it but was interrupted by radio communications.

-Eye in the sky approaching ground zero. Deploying mini cams- said one of the Apache pilots. The hum of Apache blades blended with the pilots voice.

-Rodger that Eye in the sky. Kings pawn zip lining soldiers in 5…,4…,3…,2…, green light-

-Copy that Kings Pawn, Red Spawn zip lining second wave of soldiers in 5…,4…,3…,2…,1… green light-

The three watched the action unfold on the monitors.

“May I request putting the mini cams on the main screen just for a moment, all of the ones that were sent in the area Subject Bullet was found by the neighbor. I feel Subject Bullet could still be within a ten mile radius from that area.” Valhalla said.

The operator for the main screen looked at Horacio Griffin for the ok after hearing Valhallas request. Horacio nodded yes apprehensively but made sure to cover his emotion on the matter, but it didn’t fool Valhalla. Horacio’s alga rhythms told the true tale, one of the weaknesses of mankind Valhalla told himself. The main screen popped up twenty smaller screens showing what the flying mini cams were going in first person view. Each view showed how smooth and silent the mini cams were. The only sounds came from the environment around the mini cams as they flew.

“My hat goes off to Professor Haley on the invention of the Null Field Generator. I am still amazed that the Apache helicopters have not had NFG’s installed. It would make them silent, and incredibly versatile, and far faster than they are now.” Valhalla said. He never understood the backward thinking of Griffin Core. They had mini cams with Null Field Generators which enabled them to hover or fly silently with no propeller or thrusting engine that used fossil fuels. And it enabled the mini cams to move at great speeds. Valhalla was greatly impressed, so much in fact he had them install the Head Hunter with many in various areas of the robot to give it even more flight speed capability.

“All in due time…” Horacio Griffin said laughing uncomfortably. He was starting to regret having Valhalla in the room.

“There screen 26, have it turn and go back!” Valhalla noticed something. Valhalla noticed an ATM machine then instantly hacked into the ATM camera near the alley Behind where Mr. Clarke had seen Jai, it had a good vantage point facing right at it from across the street. Playing back several days of video data in seconds he saw Jai hunched on the wall near the edge of the alley crying and broken. An unidentifiable black female who had her back turned walked up to Jai from across the street in front of the camera and held a conversation with him. The video had no sound. For a brief moment Valhalla saw the side of the woman’s face as she looked around. Then she helped Jai up walking out of view to to the right with him. The General and Horacio were not aware that Valhalla could, or was doing this. “Have two units search nearby apartment buildings, I know he is there!”

General Mace finally spoke up. “How can you be so sure?”

“The neighbor next door came across Subject Bullet. When the neighbor told Subject Bullet that his mother killed herself over the loss of her son, the neighbor said Subject Bullet became irate. I can assure you someone took pity on him or he pleaded to stay with someone. This was his neighborhood, the place he grew up with his mothers love. He will not want to be far from his mothers house. He’s there alright.” Valhalla replied.

“We’ll see…” Horacio Griffin said with a smirk. At this point he was hoping Valhalla was wrong. He would see to it personally that Valhalla was decommissioned and destroyed.

The sound of the monitor caught everyones attention.

-This is Red Spawn leader. Our unit is headed Northwest. Checking all occupied areas door by door-

-Copy that Red Leader, this is Blue Spawn leader. Unit One is now covering all East occupied areas-

As other units sounded off Valhalla focused on BlueLeaders camera. That was the closest apartment unit from the ATM machines camera, and in the direction Jai and the unidentifiable black female had went off camera. He remained silent waiting for his calculations to be seen. Horacio and the General were focused on another screen entirely still watching the mini cams search. Blue Team methodically began knocking on every door starting with the first floor, then the second, and then just as Blue Leader was knocking on the door a mini cam sounded an alert, then another, and another. Horacio ordered the operator to switch the main screen to all mini cams. When the operator did every screen showed Jai trying to break through the electric barrier.

“At last we have found you!” Horacio Griffin said excited and pleased. He had quickly forgotten how badly he wanted Valhalla to fail. The emotion was replaced with relief. “Good job Valhalla, well done!”

“Release the Head Hunter!” The General ordered. General Mace and Horacio Griffin looked to a single large screen on the left. The operator controlled the Head Hunter. The screen show the back area of the Apache open. The Head Hunter moved forward upon the command of the operator. The howl of the wind was heard along with the cutting of the blades on the Apache. The screen looked down at the shiny metallic feet of the Head Hunter as it jumped out of the back of the Apache speeding downward. It stopped hovering inches above the ground as the null generators kicked in, then it touched down gently. From first person view of the Head Hunters visual camera the monitor looked up at Jai who floated higher above the ground. The Head Hunter raised its arm up to Jai at which point he looked down directly at the Head Hunter saying something before crashing into it with blinding speed. The camera view flipped and tilted all about as the Head Hunter was hurled backwards into the wall, at which point rubble was seen falling down before the screen showed only rubble. The entire scene was silent as it unfolded.

“Wait a minute, what happened to the sound? There just sound a minute ago. But I didn’t hear anything just now.” Horacio said annoyed.

The Head Hunter operator looked back briefly shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t know Mr. Griffin. The system is not showing any malfunctioning including sound.”

Horacio walked closer to the screen his eyes glued to it. His head tilted slightly as he tried to hear sound. Rubble was all that could be seen on the monitor. Jai had struck the Head Hunter into a building causing a portion of rubble to fall on it. The sound of rubble moving could be heard on the monitor followed by metallic hands clearing the rubble.

“It appears we have sound back Mr. Griffin.” The operator said. The Head Hunter easily pushed the rubble off of it standing up. Jai stood there staring at his shiny adversary.

Jai looked at the Head Hunter with disgust. “So they send a robot to try and kill me?” He said with anger. Then the sound went out again. Horacio looked back with great irritation.

“I thought you were a genius! You can house your brain in the metal ball! You can create that!” He pointed to the Head Hunter on the monitor. “But you install a horrible sound card?”

“The Head Hunter shall not fail in his task for I have created him. But I can not take blame for your imperfect workers who put the sound installations in him. The blame is to go to whoever installed the speakers, and microphone. Kudos to the one who installed the eye cameras though…” Valhalla said it in mockery. It made Horacio’s blood boil.

Before he started yelling and cursing at Valhalla the operator pulled his hands back and away from the control board in surprise. “Whoa! The Head Hunter is moving about freely!” The operators training kicked in. He started working on recovering his control over the Head Hunter. Horacio and the General both moved closer to the screen seeing Jai talking to the Head Hunter. It was clear that there was dialogue between the two, there was just no sound. The General turned, his eyes wide while looking at Valhalla. The General knew at that moment what was taking place but it was too late.

“Code 736!” General Mace yelled out. The code 736 meant extra measures to make sure the Griffin Core firewall still had Valhalla contained. The flickering lights on the front of Valhallas sphere dimmed then went out. The General got Horacio’s attention, he knew that something was wrong and that it had something to do with Valhalla. The sound came back on the Head Hunters monitor. All eyes were glued on the monitor.

“So you are declining my offer Mr. Simmons?” Valhalla asked patiently, Horacio Griffin was startled to hear Valhallas voice come directly from the Head Hunter. He knew what code 736 was now, and he was full aware that it failed.

“Did Valhallas voice just come from the Head Hunter General?” He almost sounded panicked. General Mace walked up to the lifeless metallic sphere placing one hand on it before looking at Horacio Griffin.

“The firewall has been compromised, Valhalla has escaped! We have protocols that are now in action to retrieve him sir!” General Mace said.

“I’m afraid so.” Jai responded to Valhalla, Horacio and the General put their attention back on the monitor.

“A pity…” Valhalla said. Jai took a step back touching his chest. The room flickered before going black, the back up lights came on, the room was a red hue. “I have locked you all in this room and shut off all communication to the outside world minutes ago. Before anyone knows that you are in need I will have already been gone. It was a pleasure General Mace. Horacio you should really relinquish your stock in Griffin Core. You are too much of a fool to be its leader. Farewell my friends!”

All monitors in the room shut off, Horacio Griffin turned screaming loudly while he kicked the stand that the lifeless sphere of Valhalla rested upon. The sphere shook then fell to the side as the stand fell backwards. Horacio yelled at the top of his lungs using every curse word imaginable. 

This was all going badly….

She stood looking out over the beach, the waves crashing below the cliffs. This was a peaceful moment, something that she had never felt until now, she’d always been in doors. Closing her eyes she tried holding onto this moment in an attempt to store it away in her memory, something to look back on in a positive sense. She knew that this moment of peace may not revisit for some time. Her eyes remained closed while she took in the ocean scented air, tilting her head back she let the rays of the sun caress her face. Her dark skin shimmered in the sun looking beautiful and healthy, the gusts of wind that came from below would slightly shift her hair that resembled a frizzy halo of an afro on her scalp. The only clothes that she wore was an overlarge shirt that she swiped from a laundry line, she was bare foot. She was tall for a woman standing an even six feet, her body was thin yet strongly built, her shoulders broad. To look upon her was to look at human art, she was that beautiful. Days ago she escaped a West African caring center, the name itself implied that there was caring involved. The center itself was something far more diabolical. X808 was the only name that she knew in the care center. And since she could not recall anything before the care center or her life outside it she found herself frustrated. X808 was the tag that was on her uniform that she discarded upon her escape, and that was what the guards and facility workers called her, and so did Dr. Poll, he was the one in charge. She didn’t even know how old she was, she looked to be a woman of at least in her early twenties perhaps. She lived at the care center for four years, but couldn’t recall ever being taken there. The care center was stationed in Margibi Liberia to forcibly house those that were stricken with or suspected of carrying the Ebola virus.
But what truly went on inside was testing done by a private company called ARC. ARC made the promise to quickly find a cure for Ebola with the use of their care centers that were placed in various areas of West Africa, but instead of a cure those that were sent to the care centers were tested on with various drugs and medications that weren’t even related to curing Ebola. None would ever be allowed to leave alive. The people didn’t even know that they were just being used as test subjects, and by the time they did know it was too late for them. The largest test being performed at the facility was a drug that could augment the human senses, it was believed that it could make a human being into a super weapon. Many had died from the testing but a few had survived it, X808 was one of them. But upon seeing another survivor of the drug being beaten then killed because they did not comply with following orders X808 thought it best that she escape the compound. She was very strong, very agile and fast, and most importantly, incredibly intelligent. The drug was called Evlife that she was given. The name was made up of two words, evolve, and life. The staff was fully aware of X808’s strength and speed, but she played off how smart she really was. That was how she was able to escape. Her super sensitive hearing picked up the whirr of helicopter blades disrupting her moment of peace, opening her eyes she caught sight of a black chopper in the distance speeding toward her. The machine gun below the front tip of the helicopter began to spin, bullets began whipping out toward her. This wasn’t a retrieval, ARC didn’t want X808 back they wanted her dead. Without hesitating she dove off the cliff, her arms pointing down into a perfect dive into the water below. When she was submerged little gill slits appeared on both sides of her neck allowing her to breath. Her pupils flickered before becoming more enlarged and fish like so her vision could be enhanced and clear under water. The webbing between her fingers and toes reached up filing the gap between. All in the blink of an eye these changes occurred to her body as if it was a natural occurrence. To her it was.
The helicopter lowered raining down a hail of bullets that penetrated the ocean surface trying to desperately reach the intended target. X808 had already swiftly swam downward moving like a dolphin her arms pointed back close to her body. As the bullets neared her they lost their speed and effectiveness, the helicopter hovered over the spot X808 had entered the water. The back door of the helicopter opened and a small squad of soldiers wearing black scuba gear jumped into the water. ARC had anticipated this. They felt that she would try to reach open water to hide in the ocean then resurface in another area of Africa. They had already posted on the news that a female Ebola patient had fled the care facility. ARC even said that she was highly contagious and that she needed to be put down because she was in the final stages of the disease and was beyond saving, this was the cause of her fleeing. A desperate Ebola patient on the loose. There was so much widespread fear of Ebola X808 knew that anyone who saw the photo of her face on television would surely run from her, or shoot her on sight. Before she even escaped the care center she had already formulated a plan, but it required her getting into a facility that had all the necessary tools to create a cure for Ebola. ARC didn’t even know that this was her intention, to cure the disease that was ravaging West Africa but even if they had known they would’ve still wanted her dead. A cure would mean there would be no need for care centers, and if there were no care centers ARC wouldn’t be able to continue their tests under the radar of the threat of Ebola, not to mention all the lost profits of a free Ebola cure. But how would she know how to cure this disease to begin with? The Evlife serum that she was given gave her super intelligence, in the first few days of having the serum run through her veins she almost went completely mad from the knowledge that her mind was taking in. Faculty workers thought it was merely that her body wasn’t adapting to the serum, after all many others had died painful deaths when their bodies didn’t adjust to the serums affects.
None of the other subjects had shown signs of heightened intelligence or at least openly, everyone had different reactions. While one subject would only display incredible strength, another might exhibit agility in motion, and another the ability to adapt to outside environments. X808 was the star subject showing an eclectic ability of all the other test subjects abilities. ARC science praised X808 and they initially were suspicious that she held higher intelligence by the show of her brainwave patterns and scans. She was able to control those patterns making it look as if her mind was only capable of average thought. Over time ARC scientists thought maybe the initial brain scan was a glitch and after further study that spanned over a year it was concluded that she was of average human intelligence. ARC hated to put down such a specimen as X808 but after concluding that since they had a sample of her blood it could be possible to create a clone of X808. She was now no longer needed. The small group of soldiers swam incredibly fast and well, their bodies were connected to a thin cybernetic exoskeleton that gave them enhanced strength and speed. They wore underwater goggles that tracked body heat, and motion sensors and helped them see quite easily in the ocean. They were holding special guns that were able to shoot an electrical charge with the intention of killing X808 with it. The squad was spread out in a pyramid formation, the squad leader stopped swimming bringing up one arm causing them all to halt. He kept his gaze in the lower depths slowly searching through the murky water. “I’m not detecting her heat signature, or motion anymore. It’s like she just disappeared.” The squad leader said over the communication link. When the others heard this they held a defensive posture glancing around for any motion. “Can she do that? Nothing was said about that in briefing!” Said the soldier beside the squad leader. “If you ask me ARC really doesn’t know what she’s fully capable of, which means stay so sharp!” The squad leader replied. “I’m detecting motion and heat signature coming straight at us at six o’clock!” said one of the soldiers who was looking downward. Everyone pointed their guns at the heat and motion they all were now detecting. “Weapons free!” The Squad leader ordered. The weapons that the squad members held shot out an amazingly fast pulse of electricity into the murky water striking with precision at their target. Bubbles came up from the gasping below. “Hold position!” The squad leader ordered. He was waiting for the body to slowly rise. After a few moments the squad leader caught sight of the target. “Dammit Carter, you just got a dolphin killed!” Another squad member commented noticing what the squad leader caught sight of. The burnt carcass of an electrified dolphin slowly drifted upward. “Well it looked like how she was swimming!” Said the squad member that had called out where he thought he’d seen X808. There was laughter heard over the communication link. “I want radio silence n…” The squad leaders’ last word was cut short as X808 appeared in front of him striking him in the throat. He gurgled from the strike before going into convulsions. X808 pushed his body forward using it as a shield from the electric blasts that came at her from the other squad member’s weapons, she quickly grabbed the squad leaders’ gun before disappearing into the murky depths.
The helicopter hovered close to the top of the water causing the water to violently splash about from the strong winds that pushed down upon it from the chopper blades. The pilot waited watching his screen. He could hear the chaos that took place below and he thought about rising to a higher elevation until the soldiers had things under control. He felt a tap on the shoulder, quickly glancing over his shoulder he saw X808 standing there. She was soaking wet, her light brown eyes seemed to twinkle when he looked at them. He was taken by surprise but quickly regained his senses when he saw that she was holding the squad leaders gun. Reaching down for his own gun X808 raised her weapon shooting the pilot in the face, he began to shudder violently from the electrical charge. She grabbed him by the shoulder ripping him out of this pilot’s seat, he fell to the ground as she sat down in his seat. She glanced over the controls before grabbing the handle taking in how to fly the helicopter. The helicopter began to rise titling backward as it did so. The body of the pilot slowly slid to the back of the chopper falling out into the ocean before it took off flying away.

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He was a short fat little man breathing heavily while taking small yet quick strides down the hall. His skin was pale, his hair, well he didn’t really have much hair just a u shaped pattern of blond hair that has already left the top of his head. He didn’t even try to cover the bald spot up with a bad comb over. His eyes were blue, and his round face at the moment was red, he was furious. He just received the news that X808 had successfully taken out an ARC Squad team and stole a very expensive warbird helicopter. He was also angry and a tad bit anxious, he knew that the ARC board members would be calling for an update over this new failure. He wasn’t worried that ARC would shut down the facility but he was concerned that they might pull him out. He had a very large ego and he’d be damned if someone else was running the facility that he successfully made what he called his creations. He turned opening his office door, his watch began to ring sounding much like a phone ringing. It rang several times as he shut the door casually walking over to his desk. Sitting down he turned facing a large darkly tinted window that was the length of the wall, pushing a button on the side of his arm chair the window went from very dark tint to clear revealing a mountainside view of the valley far below. The ringing persisted until finally he reached over touching the center of the small screen on his watch. He leaned back in his chair looking out into the sky. “Yea…” he replied irritated speaking to whoever was on the other end of the communication device from his wrist. There was silence for a moment before a voice spoke. “X808 seems to be making a fool of you Dr. Poll” Dr. Poll nodded his head insulted by the man’s words. “I digress Anthony, if anything she is showing what a pure genius I am! Just look at her, she is my creation, and she has been fighting ARC weaponry and soldiers defeating them!” Dr. Poll said it proudly and he truly was. X808 was a shining example of his greatness. “Don’t forget that all of your efforts have been funded by ARC Industries, this means that X808 is also a part of ARC weaponry! And please, call me Mr. Lewis!” Mr. Lewis was firm in his words, but it didn’t seem to shake Dr. Poll. “She is yours when you get her back.” Dr. Poll scoffed. “That is the meaning of this call actually, you see we think it’s time that you implement your other creations to assist in eliminating X808” Mr. Lewis responded. Dr. Poll’s eyes squinted, he fought down the urge to be combative. “If you’re referring to the others in the Evlife project good luck on getting them to follow orders to kill one of their own! I ordered one of them executed because he wouldn’t kill a fellow test subject. I realize now that I want to test them further on their abilities.” Dr. Poll said it in a way the made it known that he had no regard for the Evlife project test subjects lives. When he was finished with them he would discard them all and start over with clones that could be controlled much easier.
“ARC has new tech, a tiny chip that would be implanted inside the brain. This chip was created by Dr. Lance Marlowe, he runs project Puppet Master.” Mr. Lewis replied.
“Like hell you’re putting anything inside my children!” Dr. Poll angrily protested.
“Just a minute ago you were speaking like they were trash to be easily discarded!”
“Regardless they are my creations, I do with them as I please!”
“You speak as if you’re God, but you’re delusional. You didn’t create the people, you used their bodies for the drug Evlife which you created.” Mr. Lewis said. Dr. Poll was about to interject, Mr. Lewis decided to nip the argument in the bud quickly. “Bottom line Dr. Poll is that Evlife, and all of the test subjects belong to ARC! We can terminate your employment if you’d like and hire someone else to take over project Evlife, that won’t be a problem!” Mr. Lewis’ tone was firm and cold, Dr. Poll could tell by the way he said terminate that Mr. Lewis was talking about more than just his job. He started to cool down upon realizing that his life was just as insignificant as his test subjects. He eased back into his seat.
“When should I expect Dr. Marlowe?”
“He’s already there with your creations. ARC shareholders gave the greenlight to implant the chip days ago. He was flown in from Greece to your facility twenty four hours ago.”
“What?” Dr. Poll was alarmed sitting up in his seat. “But she…” Dr. Poll caught himself.
“She’s what?” Mr. Lewis asked. Dr. Poll calmed himself before speaking, then sat back in his chair.
“She’s a threat that needs to be ended!” Dr. Poll said, but that’s not what he was thinking. He knew that X808 was special and far more superior to the others from the Evlife project, he just didn’t know to what level. This would be interesting, he didn’t like how ARC went behind his back and brought another scientist into the mix on his turf, but this was what he wanted anyway. He wanted the subjects to fight and kill each other, to see how well they faired against one another. What better place than out there in real time environment?
“If there are no more disruptions I’d say we are in agreement on this matter? And I trust Dr. Marlowe will have your full cooperation?” Mr. Lewis said.
Dr. Poll smiled to aid in his voice sounding genuine. “Of course Mr. Lewis. He will have my full assistance!”
“Good…” Mr. Lewis said before ending transmission.