A young, well-dressed woman was browsing through Marshall's, looking for
bargains. Not an uncommon sight at all. She found a disgusting orange
sundress and held it up to her body to see if it would fit. It wouldn't.
She replaced it.
She would be very good looking if it weren't for the faint discoloration of the skin around her right eye. It wasn't quite a bruise, and it wasn't quite makeup. It looked like someone had stuck a bit of different colored skin at the outside corner of her right eye.
There was a pair of sunglasses in one hand, she was aware of the discoloration, then. People moved around her normally. She was a perfectly normal young woman.
A perfectly abnormal man walked in the door. He wore a black suit, a pair of black sunglasses, and had an earpiece that trailed into his collar. The perfectly abnormal man walked over to the perfectly normal woman, who acknowledged his presence by not turning around.
"Agent Rogers." She said in a sweet voice.
"Agent Gamma." He responded. "What are you doing here?"
"Shopping." Agent Gamma pushed a strand of dark red hair behind her ear, her silver fingernails flashing. "What do you want, Rogers?"
"To talk." Agent Rogers' brow furrowed as he saw the armful of clothes his comrade had in her arms. "Why are you doing this?"
Gamma pushed past him. "Because it's fun. Come with me. We can talk in the dressing rooms."
Nobody thought anything of Rogers following the young woman into the women's dressing room.
Agent Rogers sat down on the bench and watched his comrade change into the various outfits without the slightest amount of interest in her slender body. "You realize that you were supposed to see the Debugger today."
"Yes I do." Gamma turned in a circle, examining her body in the mirror to see if the flowing blue skirt she'd picked out fit her.
"Why didn't you go?"
"Because I didn't want to." She tried on a pink top. "Do you think this color makes me look fat?"
"Gamma. You need to go. They think you have bugs in your system. Just go. It can't hurt you."
"I don't need to go." She shrugged out of the top. "They designed me right the first time."
"They don't design ANYTHING right the first time. Remember what happened to your predecessors."
"Just because THEY went insane doesn't mean I will." Gamma selected a pretty black and silver dress to try on next. "Besides, we don't KNOW if Omega went insane, she could have just gone rogue."
"You have FAR too much free-will programmed into you."
"That's an amusing concept. Free will programming." Gamma twirled, making the dress flair. "Do you like this one?"
"Yes. It matches your eyes." Rogers stood up. "Are you almost finished?"
Agent Gamma took one last look at herself in the black and silver dress. "I think so. I'm going to take this one."
"Fine. Just promise you'll come with me."
Gamma nodded absently and unlocked the dressing room door. "What kind of car do you have today?"
Agent Rogers grinned. "You'll be pleased. A black Mazda RX."
"Which you are going to let me drive, yes?"
"Only if you agree to go to the debugger today." Rogers's good mood faded away swiftly. "You have to go."
Agent Gamma put on her sunglasses and walked out of Marshall's indifferently.
Agent Rogers was not pleased with this.
"Agent Gamma 3.14." He snapped, striding forwards. "Do you realize that you're disobeying a direct order? Do you realize that they'll send other Agents after you to drag you back?"
"If they were going to they would have already, Agent Rogers. Now get away from me before I kill you again."
"Gamma, stop being an idiot." Rogers grabbed the female Agent's arm. "Gamm-"
He was cut off short as Agent Gamma 3.14 spun around and thrust her hands into his chest.
A grunt of pain escaped his lips as those delicate-looking fingers dug through his body. Rogers didn't look all that surprised when Gamma, with a completely calm face, ripped his ribcage open with her bare hands.
The body of an unidentifiable businessman dropped to the ground, blood and guts falling spilling out of the gaping cavity in his chest. He could have been anyone. His nametag declared that his name was Kyle Markenson. Kyle Markenson no longer existed. His face was a mask of blood and pain.
Someone shouted. A kid. A boy. The female Agent turned to watch. The shout morphed into a mechanical gargle, and the boy's features contorted and twisted, blurring his form into that of Agent Rogers. The nameless boy was now dead.
"That was unnecessary, Gamma." He said, straightening his tie and looking irritated. "Really, you should have more control."
"Shut up and get in the car, Rogers." Agent Gamma peeled the bit of discolored skin off of her face, revealing a strip of silver. "We have work to do."
She would be very good looking if it weren't for the faint discoloration of the skin around her right eye. It wasn't quite a bruise, and it wasn't quite makeup. It looked like someone had stuck a bit of different colored skin at the outside corner of her right eye.
There was a pair of sunglasses in one hand, she was aware of the discoloration, then. People moved around her normally. She was a perfectly normal young woman.
A perfectly abnormal man walked in the door. He wore a black suit, a pair of black sunglasses, and had an earpiece that trailed into his collar. The perfectly abnormal man walked over to the perfectly normal woman, who acknowledged his presence by not turning around.
"Agent Rogers." She said in a sweet voice.
"Agent Gamma." He responded. "What are you doing here?"
"Shopping." Agent Gamma pushed a strand of dark red hair behind her ear, her silver fingernails flashing. "What do you want, Rogers?"
"To talk." Agent Rogers' brow furrowed as he saw the armful of clothes his comrade had in her arms. "Why are you doing this?"
Gamma pushed past him. "Because it's fun. Come with me. We can talk in the dressing rooms."
Nobody thought anything of Rogers following the young woman into the women's dressing room.
Agent Rogers sat down on the bench and watched his comrade change into the various outfits without the slightest amount of interest in her slender body. "You realize that you were supposed to see the Debugger today."
"Yes I do." Gamma turned in a circle, examining her body in the mirror to see if the flowing blue skirt she'd picked out fit her.
"Why didn't you go?"
"Because I didn't want to." She tried on a pink top. "Do you think this color makes me look fat?"
"Gamma. You need to go. They think you have bugs in your system. Just go. It can't hurt you."
"I don't need to go." She shrugged out of the top. "They designed me right the first time."
"They don't design ANYTHING right the first time. Remember what happened to your predecessors."
"Just because THEY went insane doesn't mean I will." Gamma selected a pretty black and silver dress to try on next. "Besides, we don't KNOW if Omega went insane, she could have just gone rogue."
"You have FAR too much free-will programmed into you."
"That's an amusing concept. Free will programming." Gamma twirled, making the dress flair. "Do you like this one?"
"Yes. It matches your eyes." Rogers stood up. "Are you almost finished?"
Agent Gamma took one last look at herself in the black and silver dress. "I think so. I'm going to take this one."
"Fine. Just promise you'll come with me."
Gamma nodded absently and unlocked the dressing room door. "What kind of car do you have today?"
Agent Rogers grinned. "You'll be pleased. A black Mazda RX."
"Which you are going to let me drive, yes?"
"Only if you agree to go to the debugger today." Rogers's good mood faded away swiftly. "You have to go."
Agent Gamma put on her sunglasses and walked out of Marshall's indifferently.
Agent Rogers was not pleased with this.
"Agent Gamma 3.14." He snapped, striding forwards. "Do you realize that you're disobeying a direct order? Do you realize that they'll send other Agents after you to drag you back?"
"If they were going to they would have already, Agent Rogers. Now get away from me before I kill you again."
"Gamma, stop being an idiot." Rogers grabbed the female Agent's arm. "Gamm-"
He was cut off short as Agent Gamma 3.14 spun around and thrust her hands into his chest.
A grunt of pain escaped his lips as those delicate-looking fingers dug through his body. Rogers didn't look all that surprised when Gamma, with a completely calm face, ripped his ribcage open with her bare hands.
The body of an unidentifiable businessman dropped to the ground, blood and guts falling spilling out of the gaping cavity in his chest. He could have been anyone. His nametag declared that his name was Kyle Markenson. Kyle Markenson no longer existed. His face was a mask of blood and pain.
Someone shouted. A kid. A boy. The female Agent turned to watch. The shout morphed into a mechanical gargle, and the boy's features contorted and twisted, blurring his form into that of Agent Rogers. The nameless boy was now dead.
"That was unnecessary, Gamma." He said, straightening his tie and looking irritated. "Really, you should have more control."
"Shut up and get in the car, Rogers." Agent Gamma peeled the bit of discolored skin off of her face, revealing a strip of silver. "We have work to do."