Somewhere in the North Atlantic
2:35 A.M
May 24, 2019
The transport helicopter flew just inches above the waters of the North Atlantic as rain pounded on the windshield. Its passenger pondered about the mission to come. Once it had started… there was no going back. Finding six individuals with the matching DNA sequence from six heroes that existed long before them was harder than she had anticipated. A city near the East Coast of the United States had at least thousands of citizens in it. How would they possibly find them?
The passenger's thoughts were interrupted by the pilot as they neared the main base. "This is Chopper Nine, requesting a landing pad." There was a buzz from the nearby radio. "Scanning… you're clear, Chopper Nine. Do not deviate from your course. You've been out there a while." "Roger that, Control." Before long, the chopper touched down the landing pad of the research facility, the blue wing symbol on its door glimmering in the rain. As the young woman stepped out from the vehicle, she examined her surroundings. A group of soldiers were standing near a large metal crate with a creature inside. It growled and rattled the cage, to which a soldier zapped it with a cattle prod in response, making it yelp and fall silent. Other soldiers were running along, hustling while yelling, "Let's go, let's go! Move it!" The woman reached the main door as an electronic voice came online. "Halt. Commencing iris scan." The woman stood motionless as a blue beam shone in her right eye. "Identity confirmed. Enter, Fiona Brinnings." The doors moved aside and she entered the main facility.
Inside, people at desks were checking computer screens and contacting mobilized squads. A holographic map of the entire world stood way in the center. As she approached her main desk, the man standing there turned and gave her a surprised look. "D-Dr. Brinnings! I… wasn't expecting you until morning." "What's our progress, Matthew?" she said, peering at the computer screen. "We're still looking, but I promise you, we'll find them soon… Are you sure the genetic bloodlines are accurate?" "I'm sure, Matt. It has to be right." She took out a piece of paper and laid it out flat. She had recovered it from an abandoned island outpost near Greenland. On it were legends. Heroes from their time. Six individuals who tamed legendary beasts that everyone would now assume they were myths. Together, they stood fearless in the face of great danger and prevailed. They had escaped death many times, but it had eventually claimed them. However, their legacy lived on through their children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren and so on. Fiona sighed. The descendants of the Dragon Riders of Berk were their only chance of victory against the terrorist organization known as the Bloody Fists, who vowed to march in a madman's footsteps. But time was running out. "We have to find them… or all will be lost." Just then, the screen beeped rapidly. Matt sat up and stared in awe. "We… we got 'em. They… they're in the downtown area of the city! This is it, Fiona! This is it!" "Report this to everyone at once!" Fiona shouted as Matt leapt from his seat and ran off. At last, she thought while staring at a red dot on the screen that read "MATCHES LOCATED" on it with an arrow. It's time to finish what they started…