Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

The time passed slowly, too slowly. 60 seconds per minute, 60 minutes per hour, 24 hours per day and a varying amount of days per month. It was supposed to go off already, at least that's what she had thought. Sitting in a black car just out of sight of an Atlesian research facility, a certain Azure tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, turning her eyes to focus on her watch. 3:38 AM. Maybe the time hadn't been properly set. Turning to the passenger seat, her gaze fell upon the absolutely unreal amount of weaponry and ammunition sitting there. Everything from swords to axes to pistols to assault rifles though she would only bring two, a shotgun and a long-sword, that was all she ever brought. Deciding to get prepared in case the bomb went off, she stepped out of the car and went to the other side.

Within a few minutes Azure had the sword strapped to her waist and the shotgun sat in her hands. Countless amounts of ammunition sat in a sack on the waist, opposite side of the sword. As she was finishing up, the bomb went off, blowing a large hole in the wall and allowing entrance to the research facility. Wasting no time, Azure rushed through and into the research facility, getting in as soon as she saw an entrance. In the hallway there was a single guard, who, after noticing Azure, had his jaw blown off, bloody flesh flying off and smacking against the wall, teeth ricocheting against the wall and smacking against the floor.

The shot had apparently alerted some other guards, as just a few short seconds later, more rushed in, firing at their assailant. Sidestepping around their bullets, Azure fired twice more with her shotgun, blowing an unnamed guards' arm off and causing him to collapse, then he was promptly executed mercilessly, the top-right quarter of his head being turned into a fleshy pulp and smacking the guard behind him, making the guard that was further back look down to check if he had been hit though the bullets didn't stop coming. Taking the chance to get closer, Azure rushed over and put the barrel of her shotgun against the lads stomach, blowing a clean hole through.

"God damn, another false alarm?" Rick asked, turning to his partner, Phillip, in response to the blaring alarm. "I swear to god, this better be the last one, I-" The guard was promptly silenced by a sword through the face, the sharp blade sliding right between his eyes and coming out the other end, blood dripping from the new hole in his head. His partner found himself on the floor a short few seconds later, his head turned into a disgusting red pulp, though it wasn't the swords doing, rather a shotgun. Azure's objective was but a floor up, notes on a certain project. Retrieving her sword, Azure charged through the halls, turning human guards into bloody messes and AI guards into wrecks.

It was a bloodbath, everything that stood in the way of the rampant executioner fell, and when she reached the testing lab where the notes were, the scientist inside was cowering before Azure. "P-Please don't k-k-kill me! I'll give you whatever you want!" The poor scientist soon found himself underneath a bloody boot, his head being crushed. Agonizing screams came before the sound of bone crunching and brain being turned to mush. Retracting her boot from the head of the scientist, Azure walked to the desk where the research notes were held, searching for a few moments before coming upon her objective.

"Project: #122 Omnecron"

Taking the folder underneath her jacket, Azure retreated back to her car, pulling out from the ditch she had parked in, driving off back to the cabin she had made her base of operations. When she stepped into the house, she disposed of her boots and looked at herself in the full-sized mirror she had propped up by the door. A black balaclava, yellow goggles, one lens with a splatter pattern of blood on it, a black bullet-proof vest with a red t-shirt underneath, a black trench coat, black cargo pants and black boots. It wasn't her first choice, primarily because she frequented the internet and this is what her pals would call edgy, though she wore it because it hid her rather well and if the Atlesians didn't word it properly, they would be making themselves look even more racist, against not only the faunus, but people of color as well.

After a quick change of clothes and a shower, Azure sat at a table and began reading the contents of the folder.

'Project: #122 Omnecron

Research Notes for November 11th. Project Omnecron has been started, subject 122-A, otherwise known as Peach Weber, has had their blood mixed with subject 122-B, a full grown alpha Beowolf. Acquisition of blood from 122-B was extraordinarily difficult due to aggression. 122-A was placed in a cell next to 122-B and, remarkably, 122-B showed no signs of hostility towards 122-A despite showing aggression to others.'

"So they do have her.." Azure said, rubbing her chin and leaning back in her chair. Well, that certainly confirmed her fears. Rubbing her temples, Azure calmed the fire that was sure to burst inside her before reading on.

'Research Notes for November 23rd. Subject 122-A and Subject 122-B have been placed in a cell together with safety precautions set in place. 122-B displayed no aggression towards 122-A, but rather displayed submission as if acknowledging 122-A was the pack matriarch and 122-B was her underling. 122-B has been permanently moved to 122-A's chamber as to conserve space and to study their interactions further.'

Azure tilted her head at this, a bit surprised. From what she understood, if you had the blood of a Grimm injected into your own bloodstream, it would recognize you as the pack leader.. interesting..

'Research Notes for December 1st. Upon placing a Creep-type Grimm whom will be referred to as Subject 122-C into the cell, it displayed hostility to 122-A, and 122-B in turn displayed hostility towards it. 122-C, when attempting to attack 122-A, 122-B defended her, tearing 122-C in half and throwing it across the cell. 122-A and 122-B have begun developing a friendship of sorts, one that would be found with an owner and a pet.

Due to lack of resources at this station, 122-A and 122-B have been transported to Research Facility #92 in Vale where further testing will be commenced.'

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"For fucks sake."