Error # 626
After returning from Chenadiss Jumba returned Zri's power cables and installed the inverter. After he heard 327 bizarre story he thought it was intreuging that someone would want to tranquilize 327, then just leave her lay on the floor. He tired to return the loaves of bread to the kitchen, but was 'attacked' on the way there and the bread went 'missing', no one saw it there after.
The next two days following after they got back from Chenadiss were hell on most of the other experiments, they feared to go near 626. With the battle still fresh in his mind, he acted unruly and unpredictable at sometimes. Jumba tried to calm him down, but he ended up running too. So he tried to get as much done as possible amidst the snarls and hisses. Every once and a while he threatened 626 that he would stun him and put him in some hand cuffs, that seemed to calm him down a bit. Only for a brief while though.
Jumba was sitting at his desk in the large place that he called his office. He was looking through some data he'd collected on the inverter. He felt uneasy about 626 being disturbingly 'overactive' as he called it. He'd noticed something else about 626, that whenever he was arround 327 he acted normal, if you could call it that. There seemed to be something about him, something that bothered Jumba. He desperately wanted to find out what could be a possible trigger to 626's destruciveness. He had a hunch and was going to prove it. He got up and grabbed a tranqulizer from the desk and went to find 626. Although he had created 626, most of the behavioral elements were left up to the origional codes from all of the combined DNA that he used.
He found 626 in the library, spead out over a book, deep in concentration. It didn't seem right to barge in there and start creating havoc, he did finally wind down, although he didn't know for how long. "626, come here, I have a test I want to do." He didn't listen, he continued to read. Jumba nudged the seat where 626 sat, "Get up." Jumba demanded. He still didn't listen. Jumba kicked the chair with all his strength, 626 and the chair went flying. He recovered from the flight and immediately began snarling, he ran straight for Jumba. 'Perfect' Jumba thought. He raised the tranquilizer and fired, the dart hit 626 in the chest, slowing him down. It didn't stop him he still kept comming, another dart was shot. 626 felt drunk and heavy, he still tried to get Jumba, he was drooling incoherrently now. Another dart. He wobbled and fell over. 'First part was a success, now for part two.' Jumba scribbled on a note pad, '626 plays his hand how he sees it, he saw hostility and reacted on that. His instincts are to destroy anything that poses a threat to him. Which is unusual, because I made him to act like this whenever he felt like this' He walked over and carefully picked 626 up, he had some other tests he wanted to run.
He layed 626 on a table in the medical lab area. Jumba grabbed a test swab and ran it along 626's barbs, he was going to test the poisin and find an antidote to it. He examined the swab, nothing was on it, he wiped it again. Still nothing. He was puzzled at this, this meant 626 had no poisin, or he secreted it, mostlikely at times of danger. He sided with the second theory. That brought him to another conclusion, the potent liquid evaporated. He would have to wait untill the drugs wore off to administer the second test.
He entered the freezer, or the mourge, either was apropriate. The cold air bit at his monstrous form. On the wall were small door with numbers on them, three numbers. He rolled one one them open, three small figures, frozen, dead. A look of a painful death was wrought on their faces. Their small bodies were covered in frost, the stomachs were caved in. Experiments 395, 396, 398, had all contracted a disease, or more like a bioligical virus that ate at the intestines and ribs, casing internal bleeding and eventually death. Jumba had a small device in his hand, he passed it over the three, he got the data on the blood's dna, enought for him to compare it with 626's poisin, and woh it would react to it. He closed the sliding tray and cleaned the handle, otherwise ice would develope. He looked arround at the wall, something was not right, ice covered the handle of one of the handles, and he knew whenever he touched one he cleaned it. He walked over and pulled, it seemed light, too light. His face turned into confusion, only one remained, there were three in there last time he looked. He closed the door and went to talk to 327, she had been in charge of what went on while he was gone.
327 shared his confusion, "Nothing was wrong while I was watching everything, I only..." she stopped and put two and two together. The tranqulizer and the missing experiments. A look of 'oh-no' crossed her face, Jumba saw it. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Remember when you were gone, I told you I had fallen asleep in the hall, Later on I realized that I had been tranqued, I just passed it off as someone having fun." Jumba's expression turned grim as he looked at 327. They both knew that there was nothing they could do, Jumba only hoped the genetic signature would still be active. In every experiment he'd done he encoded the dna and everything, so that with only the right atmosphere and the right order could the dna be manipulated and turned into living flesh. He'd have to ask 626's opinion, that is, if his hunch paid off.
He slowly drifted back into reality, the cold of the table cut into him like knife. His mouth was dry and his throat felt scratchy, a feeling of pressure loomed over his head. The dream all made sence now, Jumba had betrayed him. He opened his eyes and saw the lab, the familiar smell of everything inside, 'Maybe not' he mumbled. He curled up into a ball and lay still, waiting for something. He heard the door hiss, someone walked in. "Hello 626, how are you," a friendly voice said. 'Jumba' he thought with an ice cold mind. Jumba was testing part two of the experiment. "Sorry about the darts, it was a test, I hope you are not on wrong terms with me." 'Why would I be, I've only been drugged for the past couple of hours.' 626 thought. 'And I have a headache, a bad one at that too.' "626 come on, " Jumba touched him, he moved away. "Ok be that way, but you don't get any desert tonight." 626's ears stood up, "You wouldn't." "I'll give your desert to 625," Jumba said, knowing 625 and 626 had a 'thing' for eachother. 626 sat up, "Fine, what do you want." he said with a feeling if defeat. "That's more like it," Jumba smiled. He turned and wrote on his clipborad, '626 does act on the hand played, he has no grudge against me when I treated him kindly, even after I ruined his afternoon.'
The freezer was cold, even with the combat suit on. His breath turned into mist. The freezer seemed huge to his small form. Jumba asked him to find out why the experiments were gone. "Hehe, 626, battle master and private eye." he laughed trying to get his mind off the cold. He spotted the red tag Jumba put on the handle, he slid the tray open. Inside was an alien like himself, there were two places where two others had been, some of the fur was frozen to the bottom of the tray. From the color they were both a maroonish color, he found some thing else in the tray, a piece of black thread. He snooped arround some more and found another piece caught on the door handle. All he had to go on was a black piece of thread. He traced steps all over the halls and other room, looking for more thread, none showed up. He gave up and went to the bathroom to wash for dinner.
While washing his paws he spotted a rock on the floor, he picked it up as a possible piece of evidence. He ate dinner and desert, which 625 had missed out on. He told Jumba what he found and continued searching. He retired to bed when he didn't get any further in his investigation.
He was shaken awake, ignoring it he turned over. It came again, "626 wake up," Jumba said with a sence of urgency in his voice. 626 sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, "What is it now?, 625 eat every piece of bread?." Jumba gave him a stern look. "No, worse, two more experiments are gone." 626 got up and put on his battle uniform. "Did you find any more black thread?" "No, but I didn't look." "How long ago did you find this out?" 626 asked. "A few minutes." 626 got up and left the room and headed to the freezer.
When he entered he noticed a change in the temperature from yesterday. That meant there had been some one in and out several times, or the door had been left open for a long time. He sniffed the air, he noticed a smell faintly in it. He took a deeper sniff, it was something he'd not smelled, an odor of decay, something dead had been in here. No, not frozen, a rotting corpse smell. The rack with the experiments had been pulled out, two were missing. He thought like a detective. Four had been taken, why four?, was there a connection between the bodies?, what about the black thread?. He searched the place for the black string, he found one piece, it had gotten caught on the handle for the tray. He noted the numbers of the four missing and went to ask Jumba about them.
"What makes you think the bodies have a connection?" Jumba laughed. "I've run into a corner and need a way out, just look will you." 626 demanded. "Ok." Jumba groaned. 626 left the room. He got on the computer and brought up a search record. He typed in the four experiments numbers and searched. The screen popped up. Only one thing in common, they all had died before they came out of cryo sleep. There was five more that hadn't been swiped that were also brough up in the similarities category. They all died before 'birth'.
626 knew they would be back later on. Jumba had told him the similarities. Before he went to bed he set up a generator and put wires on the door. He then ran twenty thousand volts over it. He set it up to send power to the door every two seconds, the person taking the experiments had better be damn quick or they would become fried chicken. The generator would short out and turn on the smoke alarms and wake everybody up. He retired to sleep. He woke up two times, once when 625 entered the room and the other when he left.
Quiet, nothing. The morning air was as dead as the night itself. This alarmed 626, nothing had been fried during the night. No one even seemed to move outside his door. He looked over at 625's bed, it was still un-made. "Odd." he thought. He began to feel unsafe in the lab things were dissappearing, he grabbed his Crytos III from under the bed where he'd been storing it. He slung it over his shoulder and exited the room. He walked down the hall, Jumba spotted him, "Uho, 626 why is that riffle on your back?" 626 slung it off his back, "I'm going to check my trap, and I don't like the idea of things dissappearing." Jumba shrugged and continued down the hall.
The door still hummed with the current. He turned off the generator and went to check the door. Odd, no scorch marks, no fried anything. He began to thing there was something else, something phantomly stealing the dead experiments. He went inside, the air was cold, colder than ever before. He checked the trays, no more were missing. This really spooked him, now maybe they were taking live experiments. He shut the door and ran to see if 327 still existed in the lab.
626 had grown attached to 327, they were like boyfriend/girlfriend. They both shared the same feelings toward each other. If anything happened to 327 he'd kill everything that stood in his path to get her back. "327, 327," He shouted while entering her room. "What is it?" came a half hearted reply. She saw 626, "Oh, I thought you were 625, by the way where is he?" "Good question," 626 said relieved that she was still there. He and 327 searched the whole lab, every square inch. 625 didn't appear, he was a ghost lost somewhere. "Where have you been these last few days?" 626 asked 327. "What? I've been here all the time." she said. "No, not really. I had been looking for you yesterday, but you weren't here, but then again that was at five in the morning." 626 told her. "I'm usually up then, doing stuff and getting ready for the day. I'm suprized you didn't see me anywhere." she said alarmed. "Well I didn't.....I..." 626 paused. "Have to go tell Jumba something." he ran off from the controll room.
Jumba was very disturbed at this finding, they had taken dead experiments, now they were taking live ones. They thought 'they' because it would take more than one alien to carry out two frozen experiments and leave a clean trail. All three were now frustrated, they had no leads whatsoever, they kept this between the three for safety reasons. 626 brought up the idea of an inside man. He had tried several times to get inside after he'd intentionally locked himself out, it was impossible. Jumba searched a second time for the missing alien, 625, no avail.
626 carried out his investigation on the missing experiments, dead or alive he would find them. His persiverence and mystification of what and why drove him. He told Jumba and 327 that he'd stay up and walk the halways. Jumba gave him the go ahead to shoot anything he saw, provided it was not an experiment, which he warned all the other experiemnts not to go outside their rooms that night.
He had one cup of coffee, that was enough to keep him awake for a month, he ran up and down the hallways for the first hour. He then soon wore out and reverted to walking. He sniffed the air every now and then to smell any change in the lab. He walked for five hours, nothing, his thoughts were now on an inside man, and he had alerted them. There was only three hours till dawn, and no sign of them. He sat down in exaustion. He sniffed, his nose was getting tired. Some thing reaked, the same smell he'd smelled in the freezer, this time it was stronger, he thought it was on top of him. He scanned the whole area nothing. Chills ran up his spine, there was something out there.
He heard them, two of them, their breathing came in ragged wheezez. The stench was unbearable, he nearly threw up. His stomach curled when they growled, it was actually like an almost silent shriek, the lungs exhaled all the air when they did this. He turned behind him. He stared into two sets of triangle eyes, they seemed to glow with the fires of hell. They stared into his eyes, he stared the five foot distance back. They seemed to be disembodied three feet off the ground. They moved restlessly, up and down, left to right, staring at 626. He set his feet on the ground in a defencive stance, these things were NOT experiments. They came closer,"Stay Back!" 626 yelled as loud as he could. Closer, he waited, closer. Two feet. He smelled their rotten breath, the stench of decay on it.
Automatic fire lit the hallway, revealing the beasts. 626's spine seemed to twist. They stood four feet tall, their huge chests heaved, three spikes ran out of their hunched backs, the fur all this way and that. The thin long arms dangled to the floor, ending in three long claws. Long doglike faces with teeth comming out of the mouth in all angles. Thier eyes were white and set back in the dog-faces, the ears were long and hairs grew off them. The hindlegs were no good to stand on. A huge furry tail hung out whipping in the air.
The automatic fire tore through one of them, blowing blood and bone pieces into the hallway, the things saw the fire and ran off, one of them limped. 626 stood frozen the Crytos III felt gone, he was numb and shaky, he gazed down the hall, stunned at the horridness of the things. Something wasn't right though, something was wrong. He put several rounds into each of them, and they still walked away.
Jumba came screaming down the hall, a small blaster in his large hand. "626!" he yelled. He flipped on the light. Blood covered the hallway, small pieces of white bone protruded from the mess. "626!, what happened?" Jumba yelled. 626 just stared at the empty hall, too scared to speak. "626, are you ok?." Jumba waved his hand over 626 camatose face. He slowly snapped out of it, "Yes, yes,......I'm fine." 626 shakily walked off to go to bed.
Jumba took blood samples and bone samples. He used the cleaning bot to clean up the horrid mess. He was puzzled at what 626 was scared at, he obviosly saw something beyond describing, something so horrid. He made sure the lab was locked down then went back to bed, after locking the door.
626 walked into the controll room where Jumba sat, he'd only gotten three hour of sleep and was bleary eyed. Jumba was seraching the dna data base of the blood. 626 picked up the piece of bone that Jumba collected, it seemed impossible heavy, not right for something that size. "I give up." Jumba admitted defeat, "There's no dna match anywhere!." He stood up and took the bone fragment to get analyzed in a space across the room. 626 hopped into the chair and started typing,"Good luck." Jumba mumbled. 626 typed rapidly, a few beeps. "Oh, Holy Shi-!" he said, a deep fear seemed to be present. Jumba whipped arround. "What?" Jumba looked at the screen. "I had a hunch, so I checked all the dna records of the lab with that of the sample, look." Jumba stared at the screen, a 3-d model of 369 popped up, the information was on the side, near perfect match. He shared 626 fear. "So someone has been stealing my experiments to mutate them, but for what profit?" "I don't know," 626 said. "But it spooks the hell out of me."
Jumba rubbed the back of his kneck. "What?" 626 noticed he had done that several times before. "My kneck hurts, I don't know why though." Jumba admitted. "I'm just shocked that someone has taken several dead experiments and mutated them, that's low. But there is only one problem. No one knows I am doing this, the experiments. 625 might, but he's too lazy to really do any harm. I'd never suspect any of my expriments, I'd know if they were doing that. I just don't know." he sighed. "Who ever it is will eventually be caught." 626 re-assured him. "But untill them you will make sure they don't take any more experiments." Jumba told 626. "You are going to take night shifts and watch for them. 327 and I can take the day shift."
626 growled, he really didn't like doing that. He just wanted to sit back and wait untill Jumba wanted to do some more tests.
After returning from Chenadiss Jumba returned Zri's power cables and installed the inverter. After he heard 327 bizarre story he thought it was intreuging that someone would want to tranquilize 327, then just leave her lay on the floor. He tired to return the loaves of bread to the kitchen, but was 'attacked' on the way there and the bread went 'missing', no one saw it there after.
The next two days following after they got back from Chenadiss were hell on most of the other experiments, they feared to go near 626. With the battle still fresh in his mind, he acted unruly and unpredictable at sometimes. Jumba tried to calm him down, but he ended up running too. So he tried to get as much done as possible amidst the snarls and hisses. Every once and a while he threatened 626 that he would stun him and put him in some hand cuffs, that seemed to calm him down a bit. Only for a brief while though.
Jumba was sitting at his desk in the large place that he called his office. He was looking through some data he'd collected on the inverter. He felt uneasy about 626 being disturbingly 'overactive' as he called it. He'd noticed something else about 626, that whenever he was arround 327 he acted normal, if you could call it that. There seemed to be something about him, something that bothered Jumba. He desperately wanted to find out what could be a possible trigger to 626's destruciveness. He had a hunch and was going to prove it. He got up and grabbed a tranqulizer from the desk and went to find 626. Although he had created 626, most of the behavioral elements were left up to the origional codes from all of the combined DNA that he used.
He found 626 in the library, spead out over a book, deep in concentration. It didn't seem right to barge in there and start creating havoc, he did finally wind down, although he didn't know for how long. "626, come here, I have a test I want to do." He didn't listen, he continued to read. Jumba nudged the seat where 626 sat, "Get up." Jumba demanded. He still didn't listen. Jumba kicked the chair with all his strength, 626 and the chair went flying. He recovered from the flight and immediately began snarling, he ran straight for Jumba. 'Perfect' Jumba thought. He raised the tranquilizer and fired, the dart hit 626 in the chest, slowing him down. It didn't stop him he still kept comming, another dart was shot. 626 felt drunk and heavy, he still tried to get Jumba, he was drooling incoherrently now. Another dart. He wobbled and fell over. 'First part was a success, now for part two.' Jumba scribbled on a note pad, '626 plays his hand how he sees it, he saw hostility and reacted on that. His instincts are to destroy anything that poses a threat to him. Which is unusual, because I made him to act like this whenever he felt like this' He walked over and carefully picked 626 up, he had some other tests he wanted to run.
He layed 626 on a table in the medical lab area. Jumba grabbed a test swab and ran it along 626's barbs, he was going to test the poisin and find an antidote to it. He examined the swab, nothing was on it, he wiped it again. Still nothing. He was puzzled at this, this meant 626 had no poisin, or he secreted it, mostlikely at times of danger. He sided with the second theory. That brought him to another conclusion, the potent liquid evaporated. He would have to wait untill the drugs wore off to administer the second test.
He entered the freezer, or the mourge, either was apropriate. The cold air bit at his monstrous form. On the wall were small door with numbers on them, three numbers. He rolled one one them open, three small figures, frozen, dead. A look of a painful death was wrought on their faces. Their small bodies were covered in frost, the stomachs were caved in. Experiments 395, 396, 398, had all contracted a disease, or more like a bioligical virus that ate at the intestines and ribs, casing internal bleeding and eventually death. Jumba had a small device in his hand, he passed it over the three, he got the data on the blood's dna, enought for him to compare it with 626's poisin, and woh it would react to it. He closed the sliding tray and cleaned the handle, otherwise ice would develope. He looked arround at the wall, something was not right, ice covered the handle of one of the handles, and he knew whenever he touched one he cleaned it. He walked over and pulled, it seemed light, too light. His face turned into confusion, only one remained, there were three in there last time he looked. He closed the door and went to talk to 327, she had been in charge of what went on while he was gone.
327 shared his confusion, "Nothing was wrong while I was watching everything, I only..." she stopped and put two and two together. The tranqulizer and the missing experiments. A look of 'oh-no' crossed her face, Jumba saw it. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Remember when you were gone, I told you I had fallen asleep in the hall, Later on I realized that I had been tranqued, I just passed it off as someone having fun." Jumba's expression turned grim as he looked at 327. They both knew that there was nothing they could do, Jumba only hoped the genetic signature would still be active. In every experiment he'd done he encoded the dna and everything, so that with only the right atmosphere and the right order could the dna be manipulated and turned into living flesh. He'd have to ask 626's opinion, that is, if his hunch paid off.
He slowly drifted back into reality, the cold of the table cut into him like knife. His mouth was dry and his throat felt scratchy, a feeling of pressure loomed over his head. The dream all made sence now, Jumba had betrayed him. He opened his eyes and saw the lab, the familiar smell of everything inside, 'Maybe not' he mumbled. He curled up into a ball and lay still, waiting for something. He heard the door hiss, someone walked in. "Hello 626, how are you," a friendly voice said. 'Jumba' he thought with an ice cold mind. Jumba was testing part two of the experiment. "Sorry about the darts, it was a test, I hope you are not on wrong terms with me." 'Why would I be, I've only been drugged for the past couple of hours.' 626 thought. 'And I have a headache, a bad one at that too.' "626 come on, " Jumba touched him, he moved away. "Ok be that way, but you don't get any desert tonight." 626's ears stood up, "You wouldn't." "I'll give your desert to 625," Jumba said, knowing 625 and 626 had a 'thing' for eachother. 626 sat up, "Fine, what do you want." he said with a feeling if defeat. "That's more like it," Jumba smiled. He turned and wrote on his clipborad, '626 does act on the hand played, he has no grudge against me when I treated him kindly, even after I ruined his afternoon.'
The freezer was cold, even with the combat suit on. His breath turned into mist. The freezer seemed huge to his small form. Jumba asked him to find out why the experiments were gone. "Hehe, 626, battle master and private eye." he laughed trying to get his mind off the cold. He spotted the red tag Jumba put on the handle, he slid the tray open. Inside was an alien like himself, there were two places where two others had been, some of the fur was frozen to the bottom of the tray. From the color they were both a maroonish color, he found some thing else in the tray, a piece of black thread. He snooped arround some more and found another piece caught on the door handle. All he had to go on was a black piece of thread. He traced steps all over the halls and other room, looking for more thread, none showed up. He gave up and went to the bathroom to wash for dinner.
While washing his paws he spotted a rock on the floor, he picked it up as a possible piece of evidence. He ate dinner and desert, which 625 had missed out on. He told Jumba what he found and continued searching. He retired to bed when he didn't get any further in his investigation.
He was shaken awake, ignoring it he turned over. It came again, "626 wake up," Jumba said with a sence of urgency in his voice. 626 sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, "What is it now?, 625 eat every piece of bread?." Jumba gave him a stern look. "No, worse, two more experiments are gone." 626 got up and put on his battle uniform. "Did you find any more black thread?" "No, but I didn't look." "How long ago did you find this out?" 626 asked. "A few minutes." 626 got up and left the room and headed to the freezer.
When he entered he noticed a change in the temperature from yesterday. That meant there had been some one in and out several times, or the door had been left open for a long time. He sniffed the air, he noticed a smell faintly in it. He took a deeper sniff, it was something he'd not smelled, an odor of decay, something dead had been in here. No, not frozen, a rotting corpse smell. The rack with the experiments had been pulled out, two were missing. He thought like a detective. Four had been taken, why four?, was there a connection between the bodies?, what about the black thread?. He searched the place for the black string, he found one piece, it had gotten caught on the handle for the tray. He noted the numbers of the four missing and went to ask Jumba about them.
"What makes you think the bodies have a connection?" Jumba laughed. "I've run into a corner and need a way out, just look will you." 626 demanded. "Ok." Jumba groaned. 626 left the room. He got on the computer and brought up a search record. He typed in the four experiments numbers and searched. The screen popped up. Only one thing in common, they all had died before they came out of cryo sleep. There was five more that hadn't been swiped that were also brough up in the similarities category. They all died before 'birth'.
626 knew they would be back later on. Jumba had told him the similarities. Before he went to bed he set up a generator and put wires on the door. He then ran twenty thousand volts over it. He set it up to send power to the door every two seconds, the person taking the experiments had better be damn quick or they would become fried chicken. The generator would short out and turn on the smoke alarms and wake everybody up. He retired to sleep. He woke up two times, once when 625 entered the room and the other when he left.
Quiet, nothing. The morning air was as dead as the night itself. This alarmed 626, nothing had been fried during the night. No one even seemed to move outside his door. He looked over at 625's bed, it was still un-made. "Odd." he thought. He began to feel unsafe in the lab things were dissappearing, he grabbed his Crytos III from under the bed where he'd been storing it. He slung it over his shoulder and exited the room. He walked down the hall, Jumba spotted him, "Uho, 626 why is that riffle on your back?" 626 slung it off his back, "I'm going to check my trap, and I don't like the idea of things dissappearing." Jumba shrugged and continued down the hall.
The door still hummed with the current. He turned off the generator and went to check the door. Odd, no scorch marks, no fried anything. He began to thing there was something else, something phantomly stealing the dead experiments. He went inside, the air was cold, colder than ever before. He checked the trays, no more were missing. This really spooked him, now maybe they were taking live experiments. He shut the door and ran to see if 327 still existed in the lab.
626 had grown attached to 327, they were like boyfriend/girlfriend. They both shared the same feelings toward each other. If anything happened to 327 he'd kill everything that stood in his path to get her back. "327, 327," He shouted while entering her room. "What is it?" came a half hearted reply. She saw 626, "Oh, I thought you were 625, by the way where is he?" "Good question," 626 said relieved that she was still there. He and 327 searched the whole lab, every square inch. 625 didn't appear, he was a ghost lost somewhere. "Where have you been these last few days?" 626 asked 327. "What? I've been here all the time." she said. "No, not really. I had been looking for you yesterday, but you weren't here, but then again that was at five in the morning." 626 told her. "I'm usually up then, doing stuff and getting ready for the day. I'm suprized you didn't see me anywhere." she said alarmed. "Well I didn't.....I..." 626 paused. "Have to go tell Jumba something." he ran off from the controll room.
Jumba was very disturbed at this finding, they had taken dead experiments, now they were taking live ones. They thought 'they' because it would take more than one alien to carry out two frozen experiments and leave a clean trail. All three were now frustrated, they had no leads whatsoever, they kept this between the three for safety reasons. 626 brought up the idea of an inside man. He had tried several times to get inside after he'd intentionally locked himself out, it was impossible. Jumba searched a second time for the missing alien, 625, no avail.
626 carried out his investigation on the missing experiments, dead or alive he would find them. His persiverence and mystification of what and why drove him. He told Jumba and 327 that he'd stay up and walk the halways. Jumba gave him the go ahead to shoot anything he saw, provided it was not an experiment, which he warned all the other experiemnts not to go outside their rooms that night.
He had one cup of coffee, that was enough to keep him awake for a month, he ran up and down the hallways for the first hour. He then soon wore out and reverted to walking. He sniffed the air every now and then to smell any change in the lab. He walked for five hours, nothing, his thoughts were now on an inside man, and he had alerted them. There was only three hours till dawn, and no sign of them. He sat down in exaustion. He sniffed, his nose was getting tired. Some thing reaked, the same smell he'd smelled in the freezer, this time it was stronger, he thought it was on top of him. He scanned the whole area nothing. Chills ran up his spine, there was something out there.
He heard them, two of them, their breathing came in ragged wheezez. The stench was unbearable, he nearly threw up. His stomach curled when they growled, it was actually like an almost silent shriek, the lungs exhaled all the air when they did this. He turned behind him. He stared into two sets of triangle eyes, they seemed to glow with the fires of hell. They stared into his eyes, he stared the five foot distance back. They seemed to be disembodied three feet off the ground. They moved restlessly, up and down, left to right, staring at 626. He set his feet on the ground in a defencive stance, these things were NOT experiments. They came closer,"Stay Back!" 626 yelled as loud as he could. Closer, he waited, closer. Two feet. He smelled their rotten breath, the stench of decay on it.
Automatic fire lit the hallway, revealing the beasts. 626's spine seemed to twist. They stood four feet tall, their huge chests heaved, three spikes ran out of their hunched backs, the fur all this way and that. The thin long arms dangled to the floor, ending in three long claws. Long doglike faces with teeth comming out of the mouth in all angles. Thier eyes were white and set back in the dog-faces, the ears were long and hairs grew off them. The hindlegs were no good to stand on. A huge furry tail hung out whipping in the air.
The automatic fire tore through one of them, blowing blood and bone pieces into the hallway, the things saw the fire and ran off, one of them limped. 626 stood frozen the Crytos III felt gone, he was numb and shaky, he gazed down the hall, stunned at the horridness of the things. Something wasn't right though, something was wrong. He put several rounds into each of them, and they still walked away.
Jumba came screaming down the hall, a small blaster in his large hand. "626!" he yelled. He flipped on the light. Blood covered the hallway, small pieces of white bone protruded from the mess. "626!, what happened?" Jumba yelled. 626 just stared at the empty hall, too scared to speak. "626, are you ok?." Jumba waved his hand over 626 camatose face. He slowly snapped out of it, "Yes, yes,......I'm fine." 626 shakily walked off to go to bed.
Jumba took blood samples and bone samples. He used the cleaning bot to clean up the horrid mess. He was puzzled at what 626 was scared at, he obviosly saw something beyond describing, something so horrid. He made sure the lab was locked down then went back to bed, after locking the door.
626 walked into the controll room where Jumba sat, he'd only gotten three hour of sleep and was bleary eyed. Jumba was seraching the dna data base of the blood. 626 picked up the piece of bone that Jumba collected, it seemed impossible heavy, not right for something that size. "I give up." Jumba admitted defeat, "There's no dna match anywhere!." He stood up and took the bone fragment to get analyzed in a space across the room. 626 hopped into the chair and started typing,"Good luck." Jumba mumbled. 626 typed rapidly, a few beeps. "Oh, Holy Shi-!" he said, a deep fear seemed to be present. Jumba whipped arround. "What?" Jumba looked at the screen. "I had a hunch, so I checked all the dna records of the lab with that of the sample, look." Jumba stared at the screen, a 3-d model of 369 popped up, the information was on the side, near perfect match. He shared 626 fear. "So someone has been stealing my experiments to mutate them, but for what profit?" "I don't know," 626 said. "But it spooks the hell out of me."
Jumba rubbed the back of his kneck. "What?" 626 noticed he had done that several times before. "My kneck hurts, I don't know why though." Jumba admitted. "I'm just shocked that someone has taken several dead experiments and mutated them, that's low. But there is only one problem. No one knows I am doing this, the experiments. 625 might, but he's too lazy to really do any harm. I'd never suspect any of my expriments, I'd know if they were doing that. I just don't know." he sighed. "Who ever it is will eventually be caught." 626 re-assured him. "But untill them you will make sure they don't take any more experiments." Jumba told 626. "You are going to take night shifts and watch for them. 327 and I can take the day shift."
626 growled, he really didn't like doing that. He just wanted to sit back and wait untill Jumba wanted to do some more tests.