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Chapter Three: The Manticore
Colonel Donald Lydecker traced the Manticore symbol engraved on the ivory cane that was once Sandeman's with his fingers. The cane was painted a resplendent black, giving it a façade of elegance.
The Manticore was a myth, and Lydecker had wondered why Sandeman would ever name his organization after the mythical animal. Lydecker had researched about it, being Colonel of the New Manticore, it was his obligation to know the meaning behind the sign. He had just finished reading one of the books that contained the story of the Manticore, and a smile of understanding appeared on his ageing face.
Sandeman had made and designed the perfect soldier. And in some ways, his created soldiers were very much alike with the Manticore. With the grace of a cat, and the strength of a lion, the transgenics are very powerful creatures. They are deadly assassins that attack without mercy. They're exterior may be beautiful, but within them lies a feral animal that brings fear to those who gets caught in its claws.
The New Manticore was currently under construction on the outskirts of Seattle, and he was trying to keep it under wraps as much as possible. He had already recruited a number of geneticists to work for him, and they were already hard at work at creating the new generation of soldiers: The X10s. 'It's a good thing that I was able to keep the genetic plans of the X5s.' Lydecker thought, clicking through the files on his laptop. The X5s were by far the most successful generation of the series. But they had one minor flaw: independence. And Lydecker was careful enough to inform the geneticists of this defect.
Other than that, the New Manticore was getting on smoothly. In a few years' time, they'd be able to produce the X10s. 'Although, if I could get my hands on two certain X5s, I won't have to wait so long to have the X10s.' Lydecker mused, as two photos of X5-494, and X5-452 popped onto his computer screen. A caption on the bottom of their pictures told him that they were designated to be breeding partners. And Lydecker was almost positive that the results of their breeding would've been impeccable.
With 452's no junk DNA, and 494's superior enhanced genes, an all too perfect X10 would be the outcome. Of course, the geneticists would have to make a few alterations regarding their...attitudes. Both X5s were induced with such stubbornness and self-determination that led them to their disobedience and rebellion. They failed to follow orders quite efficiently. And it was a huge flaw in Lydecker's book. Nevertheless, their DNA and breeding results were worth millions of dollars, also making them essential in Lydecker's book.
Very essential.
A knock resonated from his office door: "Enter," he barked. One of the soldiers (an ordinary one from the army) that he had set to work on finding the location of the two transgenics came scurrying in.
"We have found them, sir." The guard said, handing him a tape. "They're in Vancouver, Canada. The surveillance cameras at the entry sector point recorded the whole scene. That was taken around eleven hours ago." He paused as Lydecker took the tape from him and slid it into the VCR. Indeed, he saw three motorcycles speeding through the entries, knocking down four guards in less then five seconds. "The temperate-detectors identified four transgenics in the old St. Peter's Pierre. They're hiding in Warehouse 12. And they haven't left so far."
Lydecker smiled. "Good job, soldier. Prepare for deployment."
'She looks beautiful. He thought, staring at the stunning woman that descended the marble staircase. Her dark brown hair cascaded behind her back like a black waterfall, ending in silken curls that swayed as she moved. Cinnamon-colored eyes sparkled, and golden-brown skin glistened under the glimmering lights of the room. Clad in nothing but a strapless black dress that barely reached her knees, and a pair of pristine black stilettos; she was a sight to behold. She smiled, her pearly white teeth flashing behind blood-red bee-stung lips. She now stood a few feet away from him...beckoning for him to come nearer...'
Threat.
The dream vanished in an instant, as Alec's eyes snapped open, his enhanced senses kicking in. The warehouse was as still as the night outside. The rain had finally ceased, leaving nothing more than a cold, humid atmosphere. The feeling of being watched ignited his primal instincts. 'Somebody's here.'
His surroundings were silent, and he could vaguely hear the impartial breathing of his sleeping companions. Something had triggered him, and it wasn't his fellow transgenics. Something moved from the far corner of the warehouse. And that was when Alec remembered, there was a large windowless opening there, big enough for three people to go through at once. His pupils dilated, focusing at the far corner of the warehouse...'there'. His night vision was enough for him to see them. There were around twelve of them, crouching behind the steel crates, their guns unaimed...'they haven't realized I'm awake'. Alec thought warily. That could only mean one thing: they were dealing with ordinary soldiers here. 'Good.'
As discreetly as possible, Alec poked Max who was sleeping beside him. Her eyes fluttered open. He caught her alarmed gaze, and he blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. That meant trouble.
She nodded. A dog-like yawn broke the silence a few feet away from them. Joshua had awakened. And the first gun shot pierced the air.
And that was when all hell broke lose.
Chapter Three: The Manticore
Colonel Donald Lydecker traced the Manticore symbol engraved on the ivory cane that was once Sandeman's with his fingers. The cane was painted a resplendent black, giving it a façade of elegance.
The Manticore was a myth, and Lydecker had wondered why Sandeman would ever name his organization after the mythical animal. Lydecker had researched about it, being Colonel of the New Manticore, it was his obligation to know the meaning behind the sign. He had just finished reading one of the books that contained the story of the Manticore, and a smile of understanding appeared on his ageing face.
Sandeman had made and designed the perfect soldier. And in some ways, his created soldiers were very much alike with the Manticore. With the grace of a cat, and the strength of a lion, the transgenics are very powerful creatures. They are deadly assassins that attack without mercy. They're exterior may be beautiful, but within them lies a feral animal that brings fear to those who gets caught in its claws.
The New Manticore was currently under construction on the outskirts of Seattle, and he was trying to keep it under wraps as much as possible. He had already recruited a number of geneticists to work for him, and they were already hard at work at creating the new generation of soldiers: The X10s. 'It's a good thing that I was able to keep the genetic plans of the X5s.' Lydecker thought, clicking through the files on his laptop. The X5s were by far the most successful generation of the series. But they had one minor flaw: independence. And Lydecker was careful enough to inform the geneticists of this defect.
Other than that, the New Manticore was getting on smoothly. In a few years' time, they'd be able to produce the X10s. 'Although, if I could get my hands on two certain X5s, I won't have to wait so long to have the X10s.' Lydecker mused, as two photos of X5-494, and X5-452 popped onto his computer screen. A caption on the bottom of their pictures told him that they were designated to be breeding partners. And Lydecker was almost positive that the results of their breeding would've been impeccable.
With 452's no junk DNA, and 494's superior enhanced genes, an all too perfect X10 would be the outcome. Of course, the geneticists would have to make a few alterations regarding their...attitudes. Both X5s were induced with such stubbornness and self-determination that led them to their disobedience and rebellion. They failed to follow orders quite efficiently. And it was a huge flaw in Lydecker's book. Nevertheless, their DNA and breeding results were worth millions of dollars, also making them essential in Lydecker's book.
Very essential.
A knock resonated from his office door: "Enter," he barked. One of the soldiers (an ordinary one from the army) that he had set to work on finding the location of the two transgenics came scurrying in.
"We have found them, sir." The guard said, handing him a tape. "They're in Vancouver, Canada. The surveillance cameras at the entry sector point recorded the whole scene. That was taken around eleven hours ago." He paused as Lydecker took the tape from him and slid it into the VCR. Indeed, he saw three motorcycles speeding through the entries, knocking down four guards in less then five seconds. "The temperate-detectors identified four transgenics in the old St. Peter's Pierre. They're hiding in Warehouse 12. And they haven't left so far."
Lydecker smiled. "Good job, soldier. Prepare for deployment."
'She looks beautiful. He thought, staring at the stunning woman that descended the marble staircase. Her dark brown hair cascaded behind her back like a black waterfall, ending in silken curls that swayed as she moved. Cinnamon-colored eyes sparkled, and golden-brown skin glistened under the glimmering lights of the room. Clad in nothing but a strapless black dress that barely reached her knees, and a pair of pristine black stilettos; she was a sight to behold. She smiled, her pearly white teeth flashing behind blood-red bee-stung lips. She now stood a few feet away from him...beckoning for him to come nearer...'
Threat.
The dream vanished in an instant, as Alec's eyes snapped open, his enhanced senses kicking in. The warehouse was as still as the night outside. The rain had finally ceased, leaving nothing more than a cold, humid atmosphere. The feeling of being watched ignited his primal instincts. 'Somebody's here.'
His surroundings were silent, and he could vaguely hear the impartial breathing of his sleeping companions. Something had triggered him, and it wasn't his fellow transgenics. Something moved from the far corner of the warehouse. And that was when Alec remembered, there was a large windowless opening there, big enough for three people to go through at once. His pupils dilated, focusing at the far corner of the warehouse...'there'. His night vision was enough for him to see them. There were around twelve of them, crouching behind the steel crates, their guns unaimed...'they haven't realized I'm awake'. Alec thought warily. That could only mean one thing: they were dealing with ordinary soldiers here. 'Good.'
As discreetly as possible, Alec poked Max who was sleeping beside him. Her eyes fluttered open. He caught her alarmed gaze, and he blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. That meant trouble.
She nodded. A dog-like yawn broke the silence a few feet away from them. Joshua had awakened. And the first gun shot pierced the air.
And that was when all hell broke lose.