OLYMPIC BROTHERS
An X-MEN Evolution Fan Fiction
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Scientific Log 20311111.1 Location: Classified
The experiment has hit a snag. We are no longer able to make progress with the test subjects. The board has demanded progress that simply cannot be achieved (Notice: Delete from official record). We will have to resort to Plan B and pray it works. Failure is not an option.
"Prisoner escape."
"Prisoner escape."
Red lights flashed and sirens blared. Damon Dark ran along a corridor and ducked into a corner as a squad of guards passed. He had finally escaped his cell. Some careless guard must have left the energy field turned off after throwing him back in his cell. Damon slowly leaned out to check if the coast was clear. He flung himself back against the wall as two squads of guards hurried down the hall in his direction. Damon thought that maybe they had not seen him.
"Come out with your hands up."
Well so much for that.
Damon reached up and felt the cerebral inhibiters strapped to his head. The inhibiters were always turned on when he was in his cell and switched off when he was doing "training" exercises. Damon placed his hands on either side the device and gingerly pulled. The inhibitors slid off his head with no pain whatsoever. Damon felt the familiar tingling in the back of his skull and grinned.
Meanwhile the guard at the front of the squad stepped forward and shouted,
"I said come out now."
Suddenly, the guard's gun began to twitch in his hand. Then every gun the guards had flew out of their hands and sailed across the room. Damon stepped out of his hiding place and faced the guards. The guards paled when they saw Damon. Each one of them had seen what a single member of Project Olympus could do, and none of them wanted to experience it firsthand. Damon gestured with each of his hands to the ceiling and the floor. The sounds of rending metal could be heard throughout the hallway and the area began to shake. Suddenly, the ceiling shuddered and collapsed and the floor buckled and broke. Damon let out a triumphant shout and launched himself into the sky. As the dust cleared, the guards that had not been crushed stirred and groaned. One of the guards pulled a walkie-talkie from his belt and pushed a button. An irritated voice answered.
"What?"
The guard swallowed.
"Uh…sir…Test subject 3 has escaped."
A series of curses and mutterings followed this statement. The guard began to sweat. The director would feed him to the wolves for sure. If he was lucky. The speaker crackled to life again.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Go after him. I want Number 3 back here NOW!"
The guard saluted to the walkie-talkie.
"Yes sir! Right away sir!"
The guard hurried off to assemble teams for retrieval. As the guard ran, a morbid thought entered into his mind.
Maybe I should just shoot myself now and make my death quick. There's no way we can pull this off.
Below the scene of destruction, doctors in lab coats worked in a small chamber with cells lining the walls. Only three cells were currently being used, well now just two. The doctors all turned as a man dressed in a black jumpsuit walked in. Everyone tensed. The black clad man waived his hand in the air.
"At ease gentlemen. I am pleased to inform you that this incident will not be held against any of you."
Everyone in the room let out a sigh of relief. The black jumpsuit continued.
"Yes, all is going as planned. So good work and keep bringing me positive results."
All the doctors gave a stiff bow and a salute.
"Yes director, it will be done."
The director smiled and left the room. As the door closed behind him, he chuckled.
"Those fools. They have no idea what is really going on here."
The director walked to a series of monitors and pushed several buttons. Three of the monitors flickered to life, showing only black outlines of three people.
"I have news esteemed board. The project will be able to proceed, with a slight variance."
One of the images spoke with a German accent.
"Bah, vhat variance do you speak of? You promised zis board rezults!"
The director nodded briefly.
"I did indeed, esteemed Kaiser. However, we hit some difficulties along the way and I felt that your money was being wasted. So, I decided to…outsource the work as it were."
The second monitor spoke with a Russian accent.
"I am not familiar this sense of humor director. We need you to explain joke better."
The director shook his head.
"No joke, your highness. There is a small school in New York that teaches mutants how to use their powers and control them. We have had trouble keeping the subjects under control while still having them at peak efficiency. I would expect that you want nothing but the best from your human weapons."
There was a moment of silence, and then the third monitor spoke.
"Very well, you have six months. Let this school shape and mold the weapons, but they still need to be controllable. If you cannot deliver, we will have to terminate this project permanently. You know what that means for you don't you director?"
The director nodded.
"Yes of course. I will have the weapons ready by your deadline. Thank you for your time."
The images faded and the screens went black. The director sat down in a chair and wiped a hand across his face.
"What am I going to do?"