"What progress have you made?"
"Sir, we're in the final stage of rebuilding the first nine."
"Excellent, who have we acquired to be our illustrious firsts?"
"Ivan Whiskey: age twelve years. Russian. He's Dr. Gamo's son. The boy was born with a rare form of autism that only handicapped a select few brain functions. Gamo lost the right to see the boy when he tried to secretly install a micro-computer in the child's brain to cure his deficency. Two months ago he broke his restraining order, killed the mother, and performed the surgery on the child. We brought them in six weeks ago and talked Gamo into joining our team. We've fitted the child with the base cybernetics.
"The computerized auxilary brain has the abilty to analyze scenarios and gives the boy a precognitive power as well as the ability to force his mind into any other person's, including regular humans. He can read and transmit thoughts at will. His designation thus far is 001."
"Interesting. And the next?"
"Young man who calls himself Jet Link. American. He got caught up in the crossfire of two warring drug dealers in New York. Had to buy his life back when one gang leader saved his life and forced him to be a delivery boy for money and some new liquid chemical drug that's becoming popular in New York. By the time the kid had the chance to pay off his debt the leader had taken a shine to him and to keep from losing Link he administered the drug unwanted.
"The drug messed the kid's mind up pretty good for a few hours and we scooped him up off the streets without any trouble. So far he's showing positive reaction to the micro-jet flight systems. The building of an exoskeletal armor inserted under the skin was a little tough but Professor Gilmore ironed it out for us. So far we've got Mach 4 out of him. 002."
"Yet again another impressive accomplishment. These scientists are earning their keep as of right now. Keep going."
"Francoise Arnoul, a French young lady just barely 21. She was a balerina studying at a pretty well-known school for dance in Paris. Her brother went missing in Afganistan during the latest raid on Middle Eastern terrorists. He was working with an allied forces unit that completely vanished. She's been searching for him on the side that's how we found her.
"Her friends noted that she's very observant and can pinpoint their emotions and problems. We talked her into coming with us by promising her the truth about her brother. They've got the sensory input installed and it's proving rather useful. It's like having a walking radar machine that scan through up to twelve inches of concrete. The farthest we've registered her observance so far is almost five miles out. She'll be useful in finding weaknesses and keeping watch. Plus her history as a balerina gives her an uncanny edge of agility and balance. obviously 003"
"Continue."
"Albert Heinrich. German. He's thirty and a freight driver. He also has a pilot's license. We found him trying to get the father of his fiance to let them leave the country. Daddy didn't like the idea of his daughter leaving her homeland and they tried to run away. We managed to talk the father into letting us take care of Heinrich. We promised him his daughter would come home and her lover would never bother them again.
"We set up a false trip across the border of Germany and when they hit the checkpoint we tried to apprehend him. Complications ensued and the girl was killed. Heinrich killed one of our operatives before we subdued him. To put everything right we killed the father of the girl as well. Heinrich was a mess emotionally, but a little suppression of his will and rigorous training has kept him occupied. We implimented the base weapon designs on him. So far he's shown proficiency in weilding the arms we've built into him. The only donwfall is he's prone to having itchy trigger fingers, we almost lost a Handler yesterday bringing him in off the training course. We've dubbed him 004."
"How befitting of the German."
"Our next is another American. Geronimo Jr. is all we could get out of the big Native American. He's quiet and tends to intimidate our staff. But he's strong and has a lot of knowledge about the outdoors. He'll be useful in that regard. Other than that there wasn't much on him.
"Gilmore suggested his bone structure was the right size for the hydraulic muscles. He's been breaking every thing from cars to armored tanks since the surgery. 005."
"Halfway through already?"
"Further than that."
"Oh?"
"006 is a Chinese man named Chang Changku. He's a cook and a farmer, but he's also trained in an almost lost martial art form that uses Chi energy. The guy's probably forty-something.
"The team decided he was going to be our 'dragon'. So we inserted the flame throwing artificial organs and aparatus. So far we've tested his internal heat up to 700* farenheit. So far he hasn't done any damage to himself."
"Hm,"
"The next is a real unique one. Our seventh cyborg is an actor from England who goes by the stage name of Great Britain. He used to be a real famous actor until traditional Shakespearian acting lost popularity. We found him drunk on the streets and offered him work.
"We've implanted the nano-image generators and the reconfigurators into his entire body succesfully creating a human chameleon. He can either generate a false image over himself or he can actually change his physical appearance if necessary."
"The perfect spy."
"Of course. At this point our hopes for the final two are coming to fruition. 008 or Pyunma is an African man plucked from a war torn country before he was killed by his enemies. Given his trim physique we thought it wise to incoporate the gift of underwater breathing and a series of retractable fins to accelerate his speed in the water.
"And finally Joe Shimamura a Japanese orphan aged 17 and a delinquent. He was in Juvenile Detention and tried to escape. He was nearly recaptured but our boys snatched him up first. We saw potential for the accelerator in him. Our final cyborg, 009.
"These last two are still in surgery as we speak. That concludes the report on where we are. The Cyborg Project is going as you requested. Nine subjects from the nine predestined countries with one of each of the nine proposed power sets. They all have the same basic cybernetics of course. The oxygen tanks, the radio com system, the heigtened senses and reflexes, the ability to analyze and operate military machinery adn weapons, and the will suppressors."
The man in the grey uniform stood waiting pateintly. Hopeing that his report was satisfactory to the man in the black suit before him.
This man wore a mask hiding his entire face from view. It was a startling white and black combo that gave the faintest hint of a skull. His suit was perfectly tailored and despite it's prestigious appearance it was obvioulsy armored. On his hands he wore black gloves. The Commander as he was called had jet black hair slicked back away from his face.
The Commander chuckled menacingly and the other man subdued the urge to flinch. "Very good Mr. Anders."
Mr. Anders relaxed but decided not to smile, "Thank you Sir,"
"You are surpassing expectations today. You are ahead of schedule and under budget. You are valuable."
"Oh not me," Anders said knowing it was better to be modest and humble when speaking to the Commander.
"You are a smart man." The Commander added, "Now what about the team of scientists? How much do they know about the Organization and our plans?"
"None of them know much, just that we are seeking to expand the boundary of science by fusing man with machine. Gilmore likes to ask more questions than we'll answer but he's worked harder than most of the team. All of them are excited to see what our next plans are."
"Excellent." The Commander turned, "I'll leave the rest to you and your team. You will be rewarded if this program succeeds." He walked out of the viewing room the steel door sliding shut after him.
Anders let out a shaky breath. It was one thing to suffer technical issues and another to dissapoint the boss. He was glad that at the moment his project was satisfactory.
