Kihonne: So here we are, starting the second story in the Facility Series. Anyone who hasn't read the Facility should do so – you'd be completely lost otherwise. As for all my old readers, welcome back. Sorry about the long wait between stories – life and school got in the way. But now that I've got a much easier school semester, it'll be no sweat to have my chapters done in time. Anyway, I'm not going to waste too much of your time. But first, a disclaimer. I'm going to let Maybank do it this time.
Maybank: Kihonne doesn't own lab rats. She only owns this story, all of her OCs, and anything else you do not recognize from the show.
Maybank's POV
I looked at the sight before me in amazement. It had only been a few short months since I'd begun the first stage of my plan, and it was almost ready for stage two. I had my arsenal of weapons. I had the firepower I needed to complete my plan. There was only one thing standing in my way; those damn kids.
The prisoners that we'd trained in the Facility, the ones that had killed Douglas Davenport and Victor Krane, my employers. Not that much of a loss though – with them gone, I was free to use the research as I pleased. Their plan was to create an army, staring with those kids. Not a terrible plan, if it hadn't been for their obnoxious resistance. So I was going to go about in another way. The problem was, I couldn't expect those rats to stay out of my way. They were just too damn heroic.
The bionics had been raised that way, even the android had acquired their sense of bravery. The psychic was in it for the glory, he'd always liked to show off during practice. The youngest of them would follow them like a puppy, of that I was sure. Even the stupid sisters would join in, maybe not to play hero, but they would stop at nothing to take me down. So I had to find a way to work get rid of them for good.
I turned to see my two right hand soldiers standing behind me, ready for their instructions. One, a 19 year old boy with black hair and dark brown eyes, had his arms crossed, his foot tapping the ground impatiently. Clearly, I wasn't the only one eager to rid the world of those pests. As for the other, a dark-skinned girl with black hair, seemed a little more patient as she glanced out at the New York City skyline.
"Why are we waiting for?" The boy finally demanded, standing in front of me so I couldn't ignore him. "Let me get rid of those rats! You know I could."
"You might be able to kill a couple of the weaker ones before the others take care of you. I've seen you fight, don't get cocky." I snapped at him. "Don't forget that you already failed to destroy them once."
He started to retort, only to be cut off by the girl. "What are your orders, sir?" She asked, her tone lacking of any emotion. I liked that. Unlike the boy, she was obedient, patient, and intelligent. That's what I needed in my soldiers.
I smirked. "See? This one does as she's told." I commented to the boy before turning to face the girl. "Which one are you again?"
"You call me S-1, sir." She replied. I nodded.
"Right. S-1, I have a job for you." I told her, ignoring the boy's angry look. She raised her head, ready to accept her mission. "It's true that I need those brats dead, but one of them has abilities that I can use to my advantage. Get him for me."
She nodded. "Yes sir, it will be done." She replied before departing.
The boy glared at her. "You've got to give me something to do sometime!" He exclaimed, sounding frustrated. I nodded.
"Don't you worry; I've got another job for you."
Kihonne: Alright, I know that was a pretty short chapter. That's mainly because it was the prologue. I'm going to be posting a much bigger chapter on March 2nd though, so you don't have to wait long. But I would love to hear your thoughts, so leave a review!