Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2014 0:14:58 GMT
“So then he says, I am just Saiyan!” a thin man with a chiseled face said, ending a pun. He was wearing a black baseball cap and a blue shirt with The words “Security” in large letters across his shirt. He was wearing a small headset with a single earphone that covered his right ear. In his left hand he held a sawed off shotgun that rested upon his lanky body that was hunched forward in an office chair.
“Gwahahahahahahahaha!” a larger than life man laughed at the punchline of the joke, slapping his knee wildly as he did so. He had a bald head with a thick five o’ clock shadow that covered his entire face, from his sideburns to his large chin. He had a blue undershirt on and a large belt of ammunition wrapped across his chest as a sash over his sturdy but chubby body. His weapon was resting on the floor, it had an enormous barrel and a drum. It looked like an expensive piece of machinery, and the bullets didn’t look cheap either. In his hand, he had a coffee mug that reads “I Love Bao” on it with a picture of the President over the background of a cup.
Several minutes passed by and neither of the security guards really had much to say to one another. They had been doing this job for years and all they could do was exchange a joke or two to keep things fresh.
“Man. This post is so boring, I mean we are behind a blast door anyways! No one is going to be able to get to the server.” The thin man said as he twiddled his thumbs around and sipped on an energy drink.
“Oh quit crying baby!” The large guard responded as he sipped at his delicious beverage from the Bao mug.
In a frustrated movement the thin man stood up and swatted the mug of coffee out of the large man’s hands. The large man looked down at the ground at his broken mug with a shocked look on his face.
“Aint so hard now, are ya fatcakes?” The thin man said with a smirk on his face and his arms crossed. Within a few moments the fat man was no longer looking at his broken mug, and he was giving the tiny man the evil eye. With a growl he grabbed the mug breaker around the shoulders and started to shake him wildly.
“Whoa whoa whoa! Come on big guy I was just teasing, I can get you a new one!” the tiny guy yelled.
“Hey wait what is that noise!” he yelled out.
“Nice try!” The fat man yelled out as he continued to shake his co-worker violently.
“No no, seriously!” the other man said as he pushed and tore himself out of the grip of the man. He had heard something during the fiasco, which was odd because this room was sound proof and he had come to know the random sounds of the supercomputer he was guarding quite well.
He looked toward the vault door, and noticed that some sort of fluid was at the bottom of it that seemed to bubble and fizz just like the rest of it. It seemed to have corroded the base of the door. The heavy man approached the liquid with a curious look on his face.
“Hey, don’t touch that!” The thin man said as his dull companion dipped his finger into it, letting out a wail of pain. “Of course you touched it, you loaf!” the tiny man said in his usual comedic tone, but he seemed to have a worried look on his face. “Hey, just grab your gun OK Drunkenski? Security we’ve got a red alert in the mother server room!” the man reported in to his communicator.
Both of the men grabbed for their weapons. The little guy grabbed for his shotgun and the big guy mounted up his mini gun. They both approached to the door together with a look of fear in their eyes, but they were ready to kill whoever the intruder on the other side was. The vault door continued to melt and the handle melted off completely leaving a small hole. The two men were ready to pull the trigger as gas began pouring in through the room.
“OH NO!” The fat man said as he dropped his gun and began moving back towards the other end of the room. The smaller man had been too close to the door and he inhaled the deadly gas in a panic. He coughed and immediately fell to the ground. He grabbed at his neck and made gurgling choking noises. The thick green gas then began to travel further into the room where Drunkenski was hiding behind his office chair. He waved at the gas as if it were a fart that he could just wave away, and for a few moments he was actually successful. Sadly though, the gas finally made it to him and it filled his lungs. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he struggled to breath with his melting lungs. He died with his body sitting down and leaning against the large server that he was supposed to be guarding.
The vault door was kicked off of its hinges and the heavy metal door fell onto of the corpse of the thin man, leaving only his legs outside of where it had landed. At the frame of the door stood a person in a strange attire and shrouded by a thick green gas. The figure was hooded in a rusty brown cowl, his face covered by a peculiar gas mask with green lenses that were barely visible under the shadow of the shroud. On his body he wore a thick trench coat like jacket that was bloodstained red in color, from the collar of the jacket fabric rose up against framed shoulders that created a mantle, and a rust colored cape flowed behind the man’s back. The only skin exposed was on the being's hands, which seemed to be a pale shade of green. It had been the perfect disguise for Dr. Fugu, who would ever suspect that a doctor would dress in such a crazy cult like outfit. He had called this alter ego of his Hybridoma, although he hadn’t ever really had a chance to tell anyone about the clever name he had made.
Hybridoma stepped on top of the door where the body of the thin man was under, further crushing it and splattering blood against the heels of his thick boots. He walked through the server room, crunching his feet over the glass of the broken coffee mug on the ground. He came to where the heavy man had been, dying over the port group that he needed access to.
“Alright I am in the room. Your guys have scrambled all the backup servers correct?” Hybridoma spoke, although no one in the room was still living. A communicator chimed back inside of his helmet.
“Yep, just jam that security spike into the port and everyone with a warrant will get a clean slate other than those alien freaks. They won’t have anything left in the network.” A mysterious voice came back to him through the communicator.
“And what is to stop you from leaving me high and dry once I do this?” Hybridoma asked the man over his communicator. At the same time he casually walked up to the dead fat guy and lifted his wrists. Fluid sprayed over the dead body and it quickly started to melt. Hybridoma kicked it out of the way and it started to fade into nothingness, leaving only a pool of boiling biological stew.
“You know if you go down we go down, don’t worry about it.” The voice said. Hybridoma bent over the console of the server tower. He pulled out a small device from his jacket and inserted it into one of the ports. The server monitor above seemed to stay the same, a list of functions and the percentages that they seemed to be working at.
“Yea, well nothing is happening here. I thought you said that your toys were the best in the business?” Hybridoma asked, impatiently. The security lights had started going off in the hallway.
“Just give it a moment to work, you will see!” the man in Hybridoma’s earpiece said to reassure him. He could hear the sound of dogs barking, the security here was definitely alerted to an intruder. Hyrbridoma tapped his foot impatiently as he waited.
“How many idiot security guards do you want me to have to murder today?” Hybridoma began and then he noticed the monitor changed. All of the stats seemed to fade and a picture of a crude drawing of President Bao appeared on the monitor that was dancing around. “Oh never mind, there it goes, have my pickup ready to go in the next five minutes. I’ll meet you guys at the rendezvous point.”
He glanced back down at the pile of biomass that had once been the heavy set security guard, he noticed an ID on the table.
“Vodka Drunkenski, what a peculiar name. Sorry about the mess, you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.” Hybridoma said through his gas mask as he melted the ID card in his hand. He then stepped out on top of the vault door and back into the hallway of the large government complex. He looked up at the ventilation system high up on the ceiling that he had used to get in undetected. It was much too high up for him to utilize again. He didn’t think it would be a good idea to do that anyways, only a fool would exit through his entry point. The hallway flickered with a flashing red security light, and he knew that he still had a ways to go before he could get out of this place.
If everything had worked the way the criminal he was working with had described it, his record would be wiped out of the database. His years of laying low and using assumed names would have finally paid off and he would be free to pursue his scientific career again without a fear of being hunted down by the government. Everything would get chaotic for the average citizen of earth for a while, many criminals would have to be released because of his actions here today. It was for the greater good though, he could start fresh and build a new laboratory. This time he would need some sort of front, and he had already found the perfect cover.
He pulled up a file inside of his goggles which worked as a small computer. Dr. Sashimi, a revered marine biologist who was studying ocean life. He had collected that her father had given their family company to her brother and that she was now doing scientific pursuits of her own. If he could find this woman he could likely win her over and convince her to work with him jointly. A marine biology lab would be the perfect secluded front for his research, for that he was sure. He couldn’t help but admire the way that she looked on the stolen file, even though it was just a small transparent image on his goggles of her identification picture.
He made it through the first door of the hallway. They had gotten a bit smarter it seemed. A bunch of people in gas masks were waiting for him and blocking his way toward the elevator. They began shooting at him as soon as he came through the door, but the bullets felt like little more than bee stings as they hit his body. He was still amazed at how powerful he had become since injecting himself with the DNA of other species. He was sure years ago if he were shot just once he would be down for the count. He looked at the guards with pity, they had such fragile lives that they lived. He could probably just walk by them, but he didn’t want to deal with having a bunch of survivors who could describe his new outfit to others. He lifted a gun out of his jacket that had a strange spike on the trigger. He began firing it wildly at the group of people and with each hit they dropped. One man in particular was shot in the gas mask and it seemed to melt through it, he screamed and ran around as his flesh was dissolved on his face.
The remaining guards dropped their weapons as if to surrender. Hybridoma wanted to spare them, but he couldn’t afford to leave survivors. Sighing, he began firing at all of them, each pull digging into his flesh and extracting his toxic DNA. Hybridoma stood there for a second, partially horrified at himself because killing was such a rush. He had a justified reason to do it, but something in him really wanted to kill.
He got inside of the elevator and clicked the button for the ground floor. The sounds of a mellow song poured into his ears, good old-fashioned elevator music. He couldn’t help but chuckle that a top secret facility would have something as silly as elevator music inside of it. He stood there just waiting, but the elevator was stopping at B2. As the door opened, gunfire filled the elevator and began to dent the hull with bullet holes. He rapidly tapped at the close door button, and as soon as he did the lift continued its ascent up to the ground level. He noticed again that it had stopped, this time at B1. Letting out a sigh as the door opened, Hybridoma expected more bullets.
It was a soldier of some sort with very broad shoulders and a few grenades on his blue outfit. He was wearing a bucket helmet and was smoking a cigarette. Hybridoma raised his wrist up to vaporize the man, but was interrupted.
“Oh I am going to the first floor too. No need to touch that button soldier!” the man said, seemingly unaware that there was even an intruder alert going on right now. Something about the man seemed kind of off.
“Umm… Alright then.” Hybridoma said to the man.
“You sick? You shouldn’t come to work sick. You’ll give us all the ‘bola virus.” The man said, noticing his green hands.
“Uh… just a little nauseous, Drunkenski forgot to lock the stall in the bathroom and I walked in on him.” Hybridoma lied.
“Ahahaha, that chunky idiot. Well here is your floor.” The soldier said to him as the door opened and revealed an empty reception area that was very large.
“Oh, I thought this was your floor too.” Hybridoma inquired as he stepped out of the elevator.
“Oh no, I am supposed to be heading down to the lowest floor to check on an intruder alert. I didn’t want to be rude and make you go all the way back down there though.” The soldier said as the elevator door began to close.
Hybridoma shrugged and he walked into the reception area. It was disturbingly quiet here. The ground had a circular pattern on it and this floor was about one hundred feet of space. Walking quietly, Hybridoma crept through, wondering where the guards would be. His ears caught a sound that had been disturbing to him, it was the sound of hydraulics under the floor opening something up.
Within just a few moments, something big shot up out of the floor with a blinding speed.
It was a large robotic machine of some sort. That was just what the doctor did not order, he couldn’t gas something inside of a machine. It was large and vaguely humanoid shaped with a thick outer casing and what appeared to be missile launchers where its hands belonged. Hybridoma took off running towards the door, hoping that he could outclass this robot in speed and escape unharmed. As he began running he felt a flash of light and searing pain across his chest, the robot had lobbed a missile at him that cracked the marble flooring and sent shrapnel flying through his coat so fast that it cut him. Amazed that the robot would risk so much property damage, he knew it wasn’t going to be easy for him to escape.
Hybridoma began spouting toxic acid at his robotic opponent. He had to be careful that he didn’t shoot out the gaseous form of the stuff because he knew it wouldn’t have an effect. It would be difficult for him to describe how the process worked, but basically creating the gas was a small muscle movement that altered the acid that he could shoot out of his wrists. The acid sprayed onto the hull of the robot, but it didn’t seem to do as much as he had hoped. Before he knew it, he could feel the heat of another explosive blast, this time it cracked the lenses within his goggles making it harder for him to see.
As a last ditch resort, the wounded Hybridoma lifted his gas mask and touched his forehead and let loose a powerful flash of light using solar flare. The machine, or the pilot of the machine seemed to be temporarily blinded by the attack. Keeping the gas mask off, he began spewing acid onto the missile launchers of the robot, which caused the metal to begin melting over the holes. As the robot went to fire another volley at Hybridoma, the inside of the machine seemed to combust and then imploded in on itself at the “hands” of the robot. The machine was still mobile but its weapon system seemed to be disabled.
Hybridoma could hear his queue. It was the sounds of a helicopter in the distance. Dripping with blood he ran outside with the machine now chasing after him. Stupidly, the machine following him crashed into the wall where he had exited from the door. The building began crashing down on top of the robot, and it was soon buried inside of rubble. Hybridoma barely escaped the toppling rubble, and noticed that a rope was dangling down from his getaway ride. He grabbed the rope and began climbing up.
Holding on became a struggle. The helicopter of his criminal compatriots was weaving in and out in order to avoid the fire of several missiles coming from the base defenses. On top of that he kept feeling the sting of gun fire, hitting his body, progressively getting more painful as he had already taken quite a beating from the robotic sentry. Eventually after much climbing, he had made it up to the top of the helicopter. Men in black masks helped to pull him in.
“Wow quite a mess, but honestly, I can’t believe you pulled that off!” one of the masked men said, Hybridoma recognizing his voice as the hacker he had been working with.
“Let’s just get clear of here.” Hybridoma replied as he held on to his stomach. After about twenty minutes of flight the helicopter landed on the ground again.
Hybridoma stepped out of the helicopter, still nursing his wound.
“Haha, yea it is all over the news! It worked! The whole network was down for about ten minutes, and when it came back up all of the electronic files on every major criminal was destroyed. I am sure they aren’t going to just let people out of jail, but our warrants are all as good as gone.” The hacker said with a proud smile. “You would be a great asset to us! Why don’t you stick around?”
Smiling under his gas mask, he stepped about a foot back from the helicopter.
“I thank you for your help, but I’m afraid I have plans of my own. I just have one more loose end to tie up.” Hybridoma said with a laugh. Everyone still reading this knows what is going to happen next. He began spouting acid out of his wrists at his former allies inside of the helicopter. They were all tightly tucked into their seat belts, unable to even try to resist. The pilot tried to take off, and managed to before he could spray him. Luckily, Hybridoma managed to spray the helicopter blade. After only a moment of flight the helicopter came crashing down and exploded against some rock.
“Well that is just the way it is.” Hybridoma said out loud to himself as he watched the beautiful explosion. He was still holding his wound…
He began to cringe, as if he had a great cramp. He cried out in pain and for almost ten or fifteen seconds he stayed this way. New flesh seemed to seal up his shrapnel wounds. With that, he removed the gas mask and put his hood down, digging some glasses out of his coat. His skin was a pale and sickly green, but after focusing for a minute it seemed to fade into a normal pale fleshy color.
“Alright Dr. Sashimi, now I just need to go and find you!” he said with a tired exclamation, like a college professor trying to sound excited while he is teaching a class.
(OOC: News report version story thing please ;3)
“Gwahahahahahahahaha!” a larger than life man laughed at the punchline of the joke, slapping his knee wildly as he did so. He had a bald head with a thick five o’ clock shadow that covered his entire face, from his sideburns to his large chin. He had a blue undershirt on and a large belt of ammunition wrapped across his chest as a sash over his sturdy but chubby body. His weapon was resting on the floor, it had an enormous barrel and a drum. It looked like an expensive piece of machinery, and the bullets didn’t look cheap either. In his hand, he had a coffee mug that reads “I Love Bao” on it with a picture of the President over the background of a cup.
Several minutes passed by and neither of the security guards really had much to say to one another. They had been doing this job for years and all they could do was exchange a joke or two to keep things fresh.
“Man. This post is so boring, I mean we are behind a blast door anyways! No one is going to be able to get to the server.” The thin man said as he twiddled his thumbs around and sipped on an energy drink.
“Oh quit crying baby!” The large guard responded as he sipped at his delicious beverage from the Bao mug.
In a frustrated movement the thin man stood up and swatted the mug of coffee out of the large man’s hands. The large man looked down at the ground at his broken mug with a shocked look on his face.
“Aint so hard now, are ya fatcakes?” The thin man said with a smirk on his face and his arms crossed. Within a few moments the fat man was no longer looking at his broken mug, and he was giving the tiny man the evil eye. With a growl he grabbed the mug breaker around the shoulders and started to shake him wildly.
“Whoa whoa whoa! Come on big guy I was just teasing, I can get you a new one!” the tiny guy yelled.
“Hey wait what is that noise!” he yelled out.
“Nice try!” The fat man yelled out as he continued to shake his co-worker violently.
“No no, seriously!” the other man said as he pushed and tore himself out of the grip of the man. He had heard something during the fiasco, which was odd because this room was sound proof and he had come to know the random sounds of the supercomputer he was guarding quite well.
He looked toward the vault door, and noticed that some sort of fluid was at the bottom of it that seemed to bubble and fizz just like the rest of it. It seemed to have corroded the base of the door. The heavy man approached the liquid with a curious look on his face.
“Hey, don’t touch that!” The thin man said as his dull companion dipped his finger into it, letting out a wail of pain. “Of course you touched it, you loaf!” the tiny man said in his usual comedic tone, but he seemed to have a worried look on his face. “Hey, just grab your gun OK Drunkenski? Security we’ve got a red alert in the mother server room!” the man reported in to his communicator.
Both of the men grabbed for their weapons. The little guy grabbed for his shotgun and the big guy mounted up his mini gun. They both approached to the door together with a look of fear in their eyes, but they were ready to kill whoever the intruder on the other side was. The vault door continued to melt and the handle melted off completely leaving a small hole. The two men were ready to pull the trigger as gas began pouring in through the room.
“OH NO!” The fat man said as he dropped his gun and began moving back towards the other end of the room. The smaller man had been too close to the door and he inhaled the deadly gas in a panic. He coughed and immediately fell to the ground. He grabbed at his neck and made gurgling choking noises. The thick green gas then began to travel further into the room where Drunkenski was hiding behind his office chair. He waved at the gas as if it were a fart that he could just wave away, and for a few moments he was actually successful. Sadly though, the gas finally made it to him and it filled his lungs. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he struggled to breath with his melting lungs. He died with his body sitting down and leaning against the large server that he was supposed to be guarding.
The vault door was kicked off of its hinges and the heavy metal door fell onto of the corpse of the thin man, leaving only his legs outside of where it had landed. At the frame of the door stood a person in a strange attire and shrouded by a thick green gas. The figure was hooded in a rusty brown cowl, his face covered by a peculiar gas mask with green lenses that were barely visible under the shadow of the shroud. On his body he wore a thick trench coat like jacket that was bloodstained red in color, from the collar of the jacket fabric rose up against framed shoulders that created a mantle, and a rust colored cape flowed behind the man’s back. The only skin exposed was on the being's hands, which seemed to be a pale shade of green. It had been the perfect disguise for Dr. Fugu, who would ever suspect that a doctor would dress in such a crazy cult like outfit. He had called this alter ego of his Hybridoma, although he hadn’t ever really had a chance to tell anyone about the clever name he had made.
Hybridoma stepped on top of the door where the body of the thin man was under, further crushing it and splattering blood against the heels of his thick boots. He walked through the server room, crunching his feet over the glass of the broken coffee mug on the ground. He came to where the heavy man had been, dying over the port group that he needed access to.
“Alright I am in the room. Your guys have scrambled all the backup servers correct?” Hybridoma spoke, although no one in the room was still living. A communicator chimed back inside of his helmet.
“Yep, just jam that security spike into the port and everyone with a warrant will get a clean slate other than those alien freaks. They won’t have anything left in the network.” A mysterious voice came back to him through the communicator.
“And what is to stop you from leaving me high and dry once I do this?” Hybridoma asked the man over his communicator. At the same time he casually walked up to the dead fat guy and lifted his wrists. Fluid sprayed over the dead body and it quickly started to melt. Hybridoma kicked it out of the way and it started to fade into nothingness, leaving only a pool of boiling biological stew.
“You know if you go down we go down, don’t worry about it.” The voice said. Hybridoma bent over the console of the server tower. He pulled out a small device from his jacket and inserted it into one of the ports. The server monitor above seemed to stay the same, a list of functions and the percentages that they seemed to be working at.
“Yea, well nothing is happening here. I thought you said that your toys were the best in the business?” Hybridoma asked, impatiently. The security lights had started going off in the hallway.
“Just give it a moment to work, you will see!” the man in Hybridoma’s earpiece said to reassure him. He could hear the sound of dogs barking, the security here was definitely alerted to an intruder. Hyrbridoma tapped his foot impatiently as he waited.
“How many idiot security guards do you want me to have to murder today?” Hybridoma began and then he noticed the monitor changed. All of the stats seemed to fade and a picture of a crude drawing of President Bao appeared on the monitor that was dancing around. “Oh never mind, there it goes, have my pickup ready to go in the next five minutes. I’ll meet you guys at the rendezvous point.”
He glanced back down at the pile of biomass that had once been the heavy set security guard, he noticed an ID on the table.
“Vodka Drunkenski, what a peculiar name. Sorry about the mess, you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.” Hybridoma said through his gas mask as he melted the ID card in his hand. He then stepped out on top of the vault door and back into the hallway of the large government complex. He looked up at the ventilation system high up on the ceiling that he had used to get in undetected. It was much too high up for him to utilize again. He didn’t think it would be a good idea to do that anyways, only a fool would exit through his entry point. The hallway flickered with a flashing red security light, and he knew that he still had a ways to go before he could get out of this place.
If everything had worked the way the criminal he was working with had described it, his record would be wiped out of the database. His years of laying low and using assumed names would have finally paid off and he would be free to pursue his scientific career again without a fear of being hunted down by the government. Everything would get chaotic for the average citizen of earth for a while, many criminals would have to be released because of his actions here today. It was for the greater good though, he could start fresh and build a new laboratory. This time he would need some sort of front, and he had already found the perfect cover.
He pulled up a file inside of his goggles which worked as a small computer. Dr. Sashimi, a revered marine biologist who was studying ocean life. He had collected that her father had given their family company to her brother and that she was now doing scientific pursuits of her own. If he could find this woman he could likely win her over and convince her to work with him jointly. A marine biology lab would be the perfect secluded front for his research, for that he was sure. He couldn’t help but admire the way that she looked on the stolen file, even though it was just a small transparent image on his goggles of her identification picture.
He made it through the first door of the hallway. They had gotten a bit smarter it seemed. A bunch of people in gas masks were waiting for him and blocking his way toward the elevator. They began shooting at him as soon as he came through the door, but the bullets felt like little more than bee stings as they hit his body. He was still amazed at how powerful he had become since injecting himself with the DNA of other species. He was sure years ago if he were shot just once he would be down for the count. He looked at the guards with pity, they had such fragile lives that they lived. He could probably just walk by them, but he didn’t want to deal with having a bunch of survivors who could describe his new outfit to others. He lifted a gun out of his jacket that had a strange spike on the trigger. He began firing it wildly at the group of people and with each hit they dropped. One man in particular was shot in the gas mask and it seemed to melt through it, he screamed and ran around as his flesh was dissolved on his face.
The remaining guards dropped their weapons as if to surrender. Hybridoma wanted to spare them, but he couldn’t afford to leave survivors. Sighing, he began firing at all of them, each pull digging into his flesh and extracting his toxic DNA. Hybridoma stood there for a second, partially horrified at himself because killing was such a rush. He had a justified reason to do it, but something in him really wanted to kill.
He got inside of the elevator and clicked the button for the ground floor. The sounds of a mellow song poured into his ears, good old-fashioned elevator music. He couldn’t help but chuckle that a top secret facility would have something as silly as elevator music inside of it. He stood there just waiting, but the elevator was stopping at B2. As the door opened, gunfire filled the elevator and began to dent the hull with bullet holes. He rapidly tapped at the close door button, and as soon as he did the lift continued its ascent up to the ground level. He noticed again that it had stopped, this time at B1. Letting out a sigh as the door opened, Hybridoma expected more bullets.
It was a soldier of some sort with very broad shoulders and a few grenades on his blue outfit. He was wearing a bucket helmet and was smoking a cigarette. Hybridoma raised his wrist up to vaporize the man, but was interrupted.
“Oh I am going to the first floor too. No need to touch that button soldier!” the man said, seemingly unaware that there was even an intruder alert going on right now. Something about the man seemed kind of off.
“Umm… Alright then.” Hybridoma said to the man.
“You sick? You shouldn’t come to work sick. You’ll give us all the ‘bola virus.” The man said, noticing his green hands.
“Uh… just a little nauseous, Drunkenski forgot to lock the stall in the bathroom and I walked in on him.” Hybridoma lied.
“Ahahaha, that chunky idiot. Well here is your floor.” The soldier said to him as the door opened and revealed an empty reception area that was very large.
“Oh, I thought this was your floor too.” Hybridoma inquired as he stepped out of the elevator.
“Oh no, I am supposed to be heading down to the lowest floor to check on an intruder alert. I didn’t want to be rude and make you go all the way back down there though.” The soldier said as the elevator door began to close.
Hybridoma shrugged and he walked into the reception area. It was disturbingly quiet here. The ground had a circular pattern on it and this floor was about one hundred feet of space. Walking quietly, Hybridoma crept through, wondering where the guards would be. His ears caught a sound that had been disturbing to him, it was the sound of hydraulics under the floor opening something up.
Within just a few moments, something big shot up out of the floor with a blinding speed.
It was a large robotic machine of some sort. That was just what the doctor did not order, he couldn’t gas something inside of a machine. It was large and vaguely humanoid shaped with a thick outer casing and what appeared to be missile launchers where its hands belonged. Hybridoma took off running towards the door, hoping that he could outclass this robot in speed and escape unharmed. As he began running he felt a flash of light and searing pain across his chest, the robot had lobbed a missile at him that cracked the marble flooring and sent shrapnel flying through his coat so fast that it cut him. Amazed that the robot would risk so much property damage, he knew it wasn’t going to be easy for him to escape.
Hybridoma began spouting toxic acid at his robotic opponent. He had to be careful that he didn’t shoot out the gaseous form of the stuff because he knew it wouldn’t have an effect. It would be difficult for him to describe how the process worked, but basically creating the gas was a small muscle movement that altered the acid that he could shoot out of his wrists. The acid sprayed onto the hull of the robot, but it didn’t seem to do as much as he had hoped. Before he knew it, he could feel the heat of another explosive blast, this time it cracked the lenses within his goggles making it harder for him to see.
As a last ditch resort, the wounded Hybridoma lifted his gas mask and touched his forehead and let loose a powerful flash of light using solar flare. The machine, or the pilot of the machine seemed to be temporarily blinded by the attack. Keeping the gas mask off, he began spewing acid onto the missile launchers of the robot, which caused the metal to begin melting over the holes. As the robot went to fire another volley at Hybridoma, the inside of the machine seemed to combust and then imploded in on itself at the “hands” of the robot. The machine was still mobile but its weapon system seemed to be disabled.
Hybridoma could hear his queue. It was the sounds of a helicopter in the distance. Dripping with blood he ran outside with the machine now chasing after him. Stupidly, the machine following him crashed into the wall where he had exited from the door. The building began crashing down on top of the robot, and it was soon buried inside of rubble. Hybridoma barely escaped the toppling rubble, and noticed that a rope was dangling down from his getaway ride. He grabbed the rope and began climbing up.
Holding on became a struggle. The helicopter of his criminal compatriots was weaving in and out in order to avoid the fire of several missiles coming from the base defenses. On top of that he kept feeling the sting of gun fire, hitting his body, progressively getting more painful as he had already taken quite a beating from the robotic sentry. Eventually after much climbing, he had made it up to the top of the helicopter. Men in black masks helped to pull him in.
“Wow quite a mess, but honestly, I can’t believe you pulled that off!” one of the masked men said, Hybridoma recognizing his voice as the hacker he had been working with.
“Let’s just get clear of here.” Hybridoma replied as he held on to his stomach. After about twenty minutes of flight the helicopter landed on the ground again.
Hybridoma stepped out of the helicopter, still nursing his wound.
“Haha, yea it is all over the news! It worked! The whole network was down for about ten minutes, and when it came back up all of the electronic files on every major criminal was destroyed. I am sure they aren’t going to just let people out of jail, but our warrants are all as good as gone.” The hacker said with a proud smile. “You would be a great asset to us! Why don’t you stick around?”
Smiling under his gas mask, he stepped about a foot back from the helicopter.
“I thank you for your help, but I’m afraid I have plans of my own. I just have one more loose end to tie up.” Hybridoma said with a laugh. Everyone still reading this knows what is going to happen next. He began spouting acid out of his wrists at his former allies inside of the helicopter. They were all tightly tucked into their seat belts, unable to even try to resist. The pilot tried to take off, and managed to before he could spray him. Luckily, Hybridoma managed to spray the helicopter blade. After only a moment of flight the helicopter came crashing down and exploded against some rock.
“Well that is just the way it is.” Hybridoma said out loud to himself as he watched the beautiful explosion. He was still holding his wound…
He began to cringe, as if he had a great cramp. He cried out in pain and for almost ten or fifteen seconds he stayed this way. New flesh seemed to seal up his shrapnel wounds. With that, he removed the gas mask and put his hood down, digging some glasses out of his coat. His skin was a pale and sickly green, but after focusing for a minute it seemed to fade into a normal pale fleshy color.
“Alright Dr. Sashimi, now I just need to go and find you!” he said with a tired exclamation, like a college professor trying to sound excited while he is teaching a class.
(OOC: News report version story thing please ;3)