Chapter 10
"Ahh," yelled Peter, sitting up in bed, sweating like crazy. Just another bad dream, he thought to himself.
Getting up out of bed, he walked over to the bathroom and hung his head over the sink. Turning on the water, he splashed some on his face. When he looked up into the mirror, he saw Gemma, leaning on the door frame looking at him. He turned around and looked back at her.
"What did you see?" she asked calmly in her Irish accent.
"Only what happened at the factory," he said grabbing a hand towel, "That and the death of Simms." He wiped off the water from his face and put it back on the rack.
Gemma walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She then leant forward and kissed him on the lips. "It's ok," she said rubbing her thumb on his cheek. "It's ok."
She then leaded him back to bed and they went back to sleep.
Michael woke up to find Sarah, sleeping soundlessly against him. Her head was lying on his chest, with smudged lipstick all over her face. He looked down further to see her hand wrapped around his dick. He smiled to himself and laughed softly.
"What are you laughing about?" she said sleepily, looking up at him, smiling.
He reached down and removed her hand. She immediately grabbed it again. "Mine." she said greedily. He just gave up, laughing.
Then he remembered. "Did you get a chance to look at those files from the facility?" he asked sharply.
"Of course not," she said, "Since I got here I've mainly been with you. Come to think of it, maybe I should take a look at it now."
She crawled over the top of Michael, kissed him, and got out of bed. She walked over to the computer and tuned it on. She flicked through the files, looking for the right one. Eventually she found it. Just after a couple of minutes of reading, she had a shocked look on her face. "Oh my god." she whispered, putting her hand to her mouth.
"What is it?" asked Michael, getting out of bed and putting on his pants.
"Remember my other boss? Smith?" she said still looking at the file.
"Yeah? What about him?" said Michael, now putting on his shirt.
"Well, it looks like he and his crew felt like fucking around with DNA." she said scrolling down.
"What did they do exactly?" he said walking over and kneeling down to look at the computer.
Sarah spun around to look at him. "They got the DNA from a fighter bug, and inserted it in to humans. Merging the DNA's together. The result was what we saw at the science facility. They would take innocent civilians and merge their DNA."
Michael grabbed the mouse from her and scrolled back up. Looking at the pictures, he noticed the similarities to what they saw at the base. Sarah took the mouse back off him and scrolled back down.
"Some of the symptoms were," she said reading a few more pages. "Enhanced aggression, lack of memory, change of skin colour, elongation of finger nails and teeth, newly created bones protruding from their bodies, the list goes on."
"Holy shit!" gasped Michael. "We have to show this to my LT. He has to see this."
"We should take it to him now," she said, "Before it's too late."
Peter walked out of the kitchen coffee in hand. A moment ago, there was a nock at the door. "GET THE DOOR WILL YA!" Gemma screamed from the shower. He placed the coffee on the table and walked over to the door. He opened it to find Michael and Sarah the scientist.
"We have something to show you." said Michael holding up the computer hard-drive.
They stepped over the doorway and over to his computer, located in the corner of the room. "Sure, make yourselves welcome." said Peter sarcastically.
Without responding, Michael booted the computer and plugged in the external hard-drive. "Do you remember the creatures that were part human part Rachnie?" he asked. He uploaded the files and selected one.
"Yeah. That kinda freaked me out." said Peter, picking up his coffee. "What about them?" he took a sip, almost burning his tongue.
Michael loaded up a document and pointed at it. "Look at this."
Peter walked over to the computer and leaned over to look at the monitor. He looked at the screen and squinted. A moment later, he dropped his coffee. It spilt all over the tiles, shattering the mug. "Holy shit." he whispered, still looking at the screen.
"Did I just hear something break?" asked Gemma walking out of the shower. She was wearing a towel and was drying her hair with another. Seeing Michael, she smiled. "Oh, Hi Michael."
"Hey Gemma." said Michael, then seeing her look at Sarah, he made introductions. "Gemma, this is Doctor Sarah Parker. Sarah, this is Gemma Watson, Peter's fiancée."
"Nice to meet you." said Gemma, extending her hand.
"Nice to meet you too." said Sarah, shaking it. "And congratulations. When's the wedding?"
Gemma looked over at Peter, who was still staring at the computer. Sensing her eyes on him, he said, "Soon baby, real soon." Then to Michael. "This is some seriously good shit here man." he grabbed his mobile. "Better tell Jim to get here and take a look at this." he walked off towards the kitchen.
"What happened here?" asked Gemma, staring at the crashed coffee mug.
"I don't care that your team has only three more kills to make, GET THE FUCK OVER HERE NOW!" said Peter into his mobile returning with a tea towel in his other hand. "You need to take a look at this." he hung up and put the mobile back onto the table. "He'll be here in a minute. He's just brushing up on a few things."
A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Michael opened it and greeted Jim in. He walked in and greeted everyone. "Oh, Hi James." said Gemma walking back out of the bathroom, now with clothes on, she leaned up to him and kissed him on the cheek.
"Whatever I did, happy to help." he said, taken by surprise from the kiss. He turned to Peter, "What's more important than my kill rankings?"
"Remember when at the science facility, there was that time where those things came out of the elevator shaft?" said Peter, walking over to the computer.
"Yeah. They looked both human and Rachnie." said Jim. He laughed, "I remember shooting ones balls clean off. Didn't even have been a tough nut."
He and Michael cracked up laughing.
"Yeah, well, they were human. Proper humans." said Peter, he pointed to the monitor. "Check this shit out."
Jim walked over to the computer and sat down. After a couple of minutes, he sat back up and looked at Peter. "Well, that's a surprise."
"I think we should show this to Clubber T." said Shadow. "There may be more science facilities that hold these things. We have to look for them and eliminate them all."
"Yeah." said Jim, "Maybe we should. It would be best."
Clubber T looked at his screen and read the document. Reaper, Lice and Shadow sat in front of his desk nervously, waiting for his reaction.
Looking up from the screen, he rubbed his eyes and looked at the three of them. "Holy shit." he said after a minute. "I can't believe it. Fucking unbelievable."
Reaper took a breath. "Sir. You see how dangerous this is. With your permission, sir, I would like to take my team and find out if there are any more bases like this."
Clubber T looked over to Reaper, eyes half closed. It had been days now since he had, had any sleep. "I don't know sounds risky. We wouldn't even know where to begin."
"Actually sir," said Shadow. "We do in fact have one link."
Clubber T looked over to Shadow, eyebrows raised.
"Sarah Parker, sir." said Shadow. "She did kind of work with Professor Smith. She might know where to find him. Then, with a bit of persuasion we might be able to ask him where the others are."
Clubber T stared over at them thoughtfully. "Suppose I have no choice but to let you go then. Any Intel you need, done. Get your team ready Reaper. What ever you want, take it, you leave in seventy-two hours."
"Thank you sir. Thank you." said Reaper smiling. Getting up he saluted. "You won't regret this, sir. I know you won't."
"Yeah, yeah, what ever." said Clubber T, returning their salutes. "Just get the job done. I want daily reports."
When they were gone, Clubber T opened up a drawer and pulled out a forty-year-old bottle of scotch. He also pulled out a plastic cup. He poured himself a finger and drained it in one gulp. He poured another and placed the bottle back in to the drawer.
Reaper and the rest of his team assembled in Flied Lice's living room. The moment they had left Clubber T's office, Reaper had wanted a team meeting. The others had all taken up seats around the living room. He stood up in front of them all, waiting for silence.
"Thank you for coming." he said, looking at each one. "As all of you remember, when we were at the science facility the other day, we came across a new opponent. They were the ones that came up out of the elevator shaft and tried to kill us."
He chuckled slightly, remembering one of the enemies getting their testicles blown off. He stopped laughing and straightened up. "As far as we know, we made these things." he said looking at each one of his team. "We have reason to believe that some of the previous scientists at that facility were," he paused for a moment. "They injected Rachnie DNA into living human tissue."
He walked over to the wall and turned off the light. Once the room was completely shrouded in darkness, he flicked another switch and a projector swung in to place. It turned itself on and the picture of the creatures took place on the wall.
Everybody reeled back at the sight of the monsters. All except Shadow and Lice. They just sat calmly, looking at the deformed humans.
"As you can see," continued Reaper, pointing a laser pointer at the pictures, "There were some obvious side affects, some including," he pulled out a list that he had printed off previously, "Change of skin colour, extra bones protruding from the body, lack of memory, enhanced aggression and many, many more."
The door to the room opened and Sarah Parker walked in. She took a seat next to Shadow and leaned up against him. Reaper continued. "We have Intel that there may be more facilities like this and that they are all doing exactly the same thing."
Everybody remained silent. "Our mission," he continued, "Is to track down these bases and eliminate them."
Jackalot put up his hand, "What if we have to go out system? You know, like another planet?"
"Let me take care of that. I'll talk to Clubber T." said Lice, looking back at him.
"What about a dropship pilot?" Toaster said a second later.
"Don't worry about it." said Reaper. He thought for a moment. "Ok, moving on. We have our very own scientist with us today," he said indicating Sarah, "Dr Parker used to work under Dr Smith at the science facility. She is going to be helping us out a fair bit during this mission. Meaning that she will be coming with us."
"We have little less then three days to set up for this mission. Get plenty of sleep and be prepared just in case we have to go any earlier." He said looking at their eager faces. He turned to leave and stopped. "Remember. We fight hard, we die even harder." He left the room and closed the door behind him.
