Fly to Survive

by medusa's pen

"This is the story about how all Hades broke loose, kidnapped my friends, and sent the rest of us on a wild goose chase." When white coats attack the Argo ll and kidnap everyone on board except for Frank for their own personal purposes, Frank teams up with other allies and the flock in order to save his friends and fulfill the prophecy to save the world. CURRENTLY DISCONTINUED

3. Chapter 3

Hey, I know this chapter is kind of short, but I felt like I had loose ends to tie up from the last chapters. So, hope you like this chapter anyway.

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JEB

I inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of jet fuel and chemicals, which wafted heavily through the air. Standing tall next to the pilots, who were entirely consumed in guiding the jet back to headquarters, I stared out at the blackening the sky, and I rewarded myself with a satisfied smile. We had done it.

The storm generator, a project that had taken a few years to develop properly, had been a success. It had served its purpose well which was to corner the demigods back into our hands without raising too many suspicions. It had been authentic, despite the speed. The storm had generated too fast to be realistic. But, they had ignored the signs, and we were efficiently able to quietly release our weapon: Generation Omega.

These mutants were half robotic creatures, with electronically engineered craniums in which allowed them to store memories and find patterns in fighting styles. They were genetically enhanced to be strong, swift, and tolerant to pain. Emotions only got in the way when fighting, so Generation Omega was made emotionless, to have no remorse or regrets. And the best part about this generation was that they didn't need to grow like other children did. They could be born at age 16 if necessary.

We have watched this band of demigods since they were very young, younger then perhaps they can even remember. We had predictions that these particular demigods were the most powerful group to be born in century, and we were ecstatic to learn that they were. Their names appeared in some of the most important prophecies in history. We knew that would be the perfect subjects to take part in this particular experiment, because only the strongest could survive this enhancement.

But, if you wanted to take down some of the most powerful people in the universe, you need a stronger force. This is where Generation Omega comes. We took hundred of these mutants and had them memorize fights accidentally recorded by stray security cameras, cell phones, and other devices. Pictures, documents, and other sources, including a spy, led us on their fighting styles; so the Omega's could learn how to take down the demigods. They got insight on their weaknesses, their fighting patterns, and even things in their personality that could be useful in battles. Hundreds specialized in one demigod each, so that they could predict each possible move they make.

When we attacked the ship, I though for sure the demigods were going to be crushed under the force of Omega, but they had managed to defeat more then expected. But, I have no worries. The ones that fell against the demigods were too weak to complete the task, and they know they have failed us miserably. They were trained strictly under one saying all their life, in fact, they kept a pill in their pockets for that particular reason: There is no room in this world for mistakes.

The seven captured demigods, kept in crates of adamant, the unbreakable material of the gods, were now mine.

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I think I might be posting weekly now. I was only able to bust out three chapters in less than two days because I had lots of spare time today. Many thanks!

-medusa's pen