17th Sept 2003
Bag 'em...... Right!
Set after "Bag 'em"
Ames' thoughts.
Night, in the forests of Gillette Wyoming.
Ames entered the cabin he'd been assigned, flinging his leather jacket onto an armchair! His mood was bad, his temper foul, his glare ferocious! Pacing, he mentally ranted and raved at the failure of his operation to capture and terminate Sandeman's Freaks!
54! 54 freaks killed or captured out of hundreds! His government bosses were extremely unhappy! No way will I use the term superior in regards to any human! In any fashion! Ames thought sourly. More importantly the Conclave was displeased! Damn it! This was supposed to be a quick mop up job! Remove all traces of Sandeman's duplicity and then take on more important tasks to aid The Coming! He slammed his fist into the cabin's log wall, denting it! He continued to stalk around the room, to energised to sit.
Who knows how long it'll take to round up father's blasted freaks! What was the senile old fool thinking!
Ames refrained from punching the wall again, but only by a hairs breadth! Idiot forensics couldn't even tell me how many burned with Manticore! Manticore! Their records are a joke, what little has been retrieved and deciphered is useless! Ames scowled. Moronic not keeping an accurate list of their freaks! He ranted thinking of the unenlightening interviews with Manticore staff of all ranks and types. Those imbeciles don't even recall what they made! It was a pleasure killing them, not that they were in that great a shape to survive anyway, after the interviews! He thought humorously grinning as he recalled the fun of the interrogations. And all government sanctioned and rubber stamped! He laughed. Then sombred.
How the hell am I supposed to capture them, if I don't know what I'm looking for! The only ones I can be sure of getting are those two types of X7s. He grimaced in distaste. Those hive mind, bat talking X7s are freaks among freaks! The hive minded clones of the X5s are little better!
Ames shook his head. What were they thinking?! They weren't! X7s don't make sense! they're to conspicuous! Ames paused remembering the other types he'd encountered. Reptiles for desert conditions.....make a warped sort of sense. X5s, X6s and X8s make the most sense they can infiltrate anywhere. This line of thought reminded him of the reason for his extended mission. The scowl returned.
Damn freaks! Why couldn't they follow protocol! He wrenched open the door of the fridge and removed a bottle of soda. See the regroup message and go to the given co-ordinates! Simple! He sarcastically thought, drinking the soda. It was working 'til that rogue freak showed up! She went A.W.O.L in '09! Heck she destroyed Manticore! Why would she come to their aid! He dropped that puzzling train of thought.
Lydecker! Ames evilly smiled Thought you removed the important data before I saw it! Wrong! I know that 452 doesn't have any junk DNA and now so does the Conclave! We'll find out the secret you were trying, abysmally, to hide! Ames was more relaxed now as he moved, half full bottle of soda in hand, to the couch. Sitting down, he happily recalled the Conclave's decision to hunt Lydecker down and anyone who might be a party to his knowledge. His mind jumped to...
452 why don't you have any junk DNA? Why did Sandeman make you? Why the hell did I compliment her, on being prettier than her picture! Ames thought angrily, the tension back in his body! Damn her and her friends! The recall was working perfectly! Would've caught all the X5s, 6s and 8s! Those on missions we can easily trace and eliminate! And the animalistic transgenics and the anomalies...well they're easy to spot! It should have been a simple mission! Damn 452!
The End
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