Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Generator Rex Characters or franchise. Everything that happens in this fan-fiction, hence the name, is from an avid fan for fans who would like some more Generator Rex content.
WARNING: This might contain spoilers, so if you haven't watched the show or finished the show and do not want spoilers, do NOT read this. I'm not sure if it does contain spoilers, but better safe than sorry; come back after watching season two because this is before the third season. SERIOUSLY. There is a spoiler in the next line so turn back NOW.
Time : This takes place sometime after Loss, but before the time skip and Six losing his memories.
Note: So, yes, a new story! Thanks for all the support from the people who read Loss, I have decided to throw myself back into the fray. Due to popular vote (like, three people), I have started a semi-continuation of Loss! I hope this lives up to all your expectations and that I don't disappoint. Enjoy!
Generator Rex : A Familiar Encounter – Part One
A brown haired, serious woman faced the screen, standing in front of a huge crowd of people. After a short pause, she received a signal from the camera man across from her and began, lips pursed into a line. "This is Diane Farrah, reporting live from New York. As you can see behind me, there seems to be chaos as a group of men started attacking peaceful protestors, here to protest the increasing gang violence of Bloodyvo. The NYPD arrived but moments ago and cannot seem to subdue them." Diane turned to glance behind her, angling her body so the camera could get a wider shot of the all-out brawl that was happening.
It was fairly easy to tell who the "violent group of men" were, they seemed half crazed, moving with lurching motions, mouths frothing and eyes sometimes half rolled back, but despite the zombie like symptoms they showed, each man fought with abnormal strength; the police riot shields were having almost no effect as they crumpled and cracked like aluminum foil under the assailants flailing arms. Diane stepped back into her position in front of the camera and addressed the viewers. "The situation seems to be dire, and all civilians are being evacuated from the immediate area. Our one question is, how are these men displaying such monstrous strength, comparable to an evo, when they are clearly human?"
As if to illustrate her point, one of the men growled and bent down, fingers digging into the pavement. With a loud crack and a heave, a chunk of the sidewalk broke off and the man jerked it up over his head. One of the policemen shouted and fumbled for his gun, drawing it out. Amid the noise, he yelled for the assailant to stop but the man payed no heed to the warning. He reared back, preparing to throw the chunk of concrete when a loud bang rang out, a stream of blood appearing on the man's arm. As if nothing happened, the man launched the concrete and a chorus of screams started up. Diane was abruptly cut off as she dove away to avoid getting hit and the camera image lurched and twisted.
The video froze and shrank to reveal White Knight's magnified, grim face. Across from him stood Six, Rex, and Bobo.
"This is getting out of hand. These "human evos" are appearing more frequently; the public is starting to panic." White showed his customary annoyed glower and Rex scoffed.
"It looks like a bunch of guys on steroids. What's the deal? Just call in providence agents and voila, problem solved."
"We already have. They… couldn't handle it."
Rex's chest puffed out slightly. "Oh, so you're calling in the big guns. Glad to hear you're finally realizing my total awesomeness after that last mission." He grinned and raised an eyebrow in response to White's glare.
"Along with this, there has been an increase in criminal activity, a gang going by the name, Bloodyvo. With their rise, there have been rumors of a drug that can give humans evo abilities. That is all we know at this time. They have a ruthless inner circle, and little information is let out."
Rex interrupted him, eyes shining. "Wait-no. Let me guess. We're going undercover! Yes! Are we going to have code names? If we are, I want to be, Agent 007! You know, and Six can be Agent 006, and Bobo will be my monkey sidekick!" Noah and Rex had recently gone to a Bond marathon and it showed.
"You are not going undercover. We are not going to risk this operation with another screw up."
"Another? Wha- that is totally unfair! When have I ever screwed up?" There was a period of silence as Six, White and Bobo stared at Rex and he faked coughed. "Okay, so I messed up a few times. If we're not going undercover, then why are you even telling us about this?"
"You are going to be assigned information relay positions."
"What?!" Rex's mouth gaped open and he stuttered. "B-but that's baby work!"
"There is already an undercover agent infiltrating Booldyvo." White moved on, ignoring Rex's protests. "You will go to New York and meet him at a specified location. He has sent word that he has been invited to the inner circle. After he discovers more information on the drug, you will bring that information back here. Don't mess this up. White Knight out." The screen flashed and White's face vanished, replaced with a rotating globe. Rex groaned and sulked his way over to a nearby table, glumly staring at the three folders that lay on it. Six walked up from behind him and lifted one up. Even with all the technology around them, sometimes old school was the safest way to go.
After finally picking up his assignment briefing, Rex flipped through it seeing exactly what he expected. Boring, boring, and boring. More pages skimmed past his fingers before they slowed. There was a list of agents who had been assigned the mission before them, two pages long, and all of them had one word in common. MIA. Rex looked up from the sheets to stare questioningly at Six, who had already read through the entire file and was on his way to make preparations.
"Uh, Six, what happened to all the people who got assigned this mission before us?"
He turned to glance briefly at Rex. "They haven't been found."
"Yeah, but… all of them?" Rex knew that if an agent was MIA, there wasn't a very good possibility that they would come back alive, or in good shape. Some of these agents were names he recognized in passing, and they weren't newbies or pushovers. If every single one of these agents was still not found, that said a lot about Bloodyvo and their power. He gulped and Six raised an eyebrow.
"Still think this is, "baby work?" He turned back and strode his way out of the Hive with Rex following after, clutching the folder. As Rex walked through the hallways back to his room, a beeping in his ear prompted him to stop.
"Yeah?" He pressed the accept call button.
"Rex?" Holiday's familiar voice came through the speaker and Rex grinned lightly.
"What's up Doc? Are you asking for a voluntary pin cushion again?"
"You know it. Glad you're finally getting the idea after so many years."
Letting out a loud groan, he changed course and headed in the opposite direction. "I'm on my way."
He arrived at the lab with both hands full of pastries snagged from the cafeteria snack baskets. Hiding them from Holiday he set them on a table, licking his lips eagerly, and picked up a glazed cinnamon roll before quickly throwing his jacket over the pile. The bag crackled and emitted a loud pop as the plastic bag was squeezed in between his hands, giving him access to the sugary, gooey, cinnamony goodness that was most definitely not good for him; but that made it all the more sweeter. About to take a huge bite, the treat disappeared at the last second, snatched away by Holiday, who tossed it back onto the table to rest with the other pastries.
"Sorry, no snacking until after I run a few tests. I want to do a blood test before you leave." She took a second glance at the cinnamon roll and made a noise of disproval. "Rex, you know that's not good for your body."
"And that's why I eat it! Come on Doc, I haven't eaten since yesterday!"
Holiday gave a light smirk. "That's the point. Now, sit here and roll up your sleeve."
Thirty painstaking minutes later, Rex dangled his feet off a table, reunited with his cinnamon roll. Reaching over, he picked up his mission folder again and flipped to the list of missing agents, going through each name. It still bothered him. Two pages of missing agents; over twenty names. Where could they have gone? And who named the gang supposedly behind this because "Bloodyvo" was awesomely cool. It was just weird that Providence hadn't stopped them when they were starting out; before it got to this point.
"Hey Doc, what do you think is causing these people to go crazy? You know, the ones in New York."
Holiday looked up from her monitors and raised her eyebrows. "Crazy?"
"You know what I mean, is it really a drug?"
She pursed her lips and frowned. "It is possible. It would have to be similar to a power modulating drug or a type of steroid, which would explain the zombie like symptoms as the brain not being able to handle the type of stress being produced by taking such a drug, but nothing we know of so far can produce that type of strong reaction. If it is that type of drug, then it would only strengthen muscles and remove the pain limiter in the thalamus, but it would only amplify whatever power a person had before taking it. Maybe they operated directly on the infected…"
Holiday rambled on, and about three seconds into her musings, Rex's eyes glazed over and he pretended to nod every so often while chewing on another bite of cinnamon roll.
"It wouldn't be possible without some kind of support, and the fact that its mass produced makes it harder…" She let out a sigh. "Maybe I should go ask that brother of yours if he has any clues, but I doubt I could keep him invested in the conversation long enough. I can't do anything without a sample of the infected blood, but none of the agents have returned..." She trailed off and her eyes brightened. Rex gulped, swallowing hard. He knew that look and it was never followed by anything good. Crumpling up the leftover plastic from his snack, he started to slide stealthily off the table.
"Ah, look at the time! I'm going to miss El Amor De-"
"Rex," Holiday took a step forward and put a hand on his arm, stopping his progress. "You were assigned a mission in New York." It wasn't a question; he could tell she already knew. "You can get me a sample."
"Wha- this, again?" Rex groaned. The last time this situation had come up, it hadn't exactly gone spectacularly. He glanced at her expectant smile and grumbled. "Why can't you send someone else to get it?"
"Everyone else is busy, or they didn't come back. You're going there for a mission, it's on the way."
"What's in it for me?"
"One fast food run and I'll pay. I won't complain no matter what you choose."
Rex's eyes widened. "Frozen yogurt Oreo vanilla milkshake with fries? Deep fried chimichangas with battered jalapeños and extra cheddar cheese?"
Holiday frowned. "Rex, that's not-"
"You said you wouldn't complain!"
With a sigh, she relented. "Fine, yes. Just get me that sample and the minute you do, we'll go."
"And I get to drive?"
"Don't push your luck."
"Fine. Deal!" Rex grinned at the prospect of an all-expense paid fast food raid. All he had to do now was get to New York, complete his mission, find some crazy zombie-like people and get a blood sample. How hard could it be?
Holiday smiled and withdrew back to her monitors. "Stop by before you leave and I'll pass you the sampler. Remember, no sample, no food." Rex started for the door, but was stopped before he could exit. "And return all those snacks to the cafeteria; you know they're not good for you."
With another groan, Rex left the lab and went to return the contraband.