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Chapter Nine: The real plan?
The two men walked down the bleak and empty corridor, the screams of some unfortunate prisoner overpowering the echoes of their footsteps.
They were completely different in appearance, one was kind of short, balding, geeky looking, and dressed as a scientist. The other was tall, with muscles to match, long blond hair, and dressed as a soldier.
"Right this way, Mr. Sabertooth." the scientist said, the door they were approaching opened automatically.
Creed looked at it. "PAN cards, huh." He looked at the ID tag the scientist was wearing. "What security level?"
"Seven." the doctor said. "I'm the lead scientist of the genetics program, so I've got access to the highest security levels."
Creed nodded slowly. The doctor lead him through the door. They passed several cells with a frightened looking mutant in each one. Creed smirked as he passed them, looking in at the creatures withering away inside.
"Y'picked the wrong side, guys." He said with a laugh. The doctor turned, looking at him quizzically. "What?" The doctor shook his head and kept walking. Once past this area, they stepped into a labratory area.
The doctor stopped. "This is where the virus is being made." He said, looking back at Creed. "By the way, you can call me doctor Cornelius."
Creed nodded, looking at all of the flasks, seeing several marked "SV." He smiled slightly. "I heard somethin' 'bout a new prisoner..." He looked at Cornelius. "Know anythin' 'bout him?"
Cornelius chuckled. "The new prisoner is one of the strongest mutants in the world. We're damned lucky to have been abled to catch him."
"..." Creed crossed his arms. "Who is he?"
"Eric Magnus Lehnsherr." The doctor said. "Magneto."
Creed tilted his head, Cornelius lead him to Magneto's holding cell on the other side of the lab, he could only see an old man unconcsious on a cot. "But that isn't what you're here for."
He looked back at Cornelius. "Then what am I here for?"
"You're supposed to protect us while we keep working on the virus." He walked to a computer console, typing in verious numbers. "If someone were smart enough and quick enough to break in, they could change the target gene of the virus...."
"That would be bad. Right now, it's set to kill Muti--Mutants, by targeting the X-gene. However, thanks to the Human Genome Project, the target gene could be for anything."
"Let's say you hate people with red hair for some reason. Find the gene, enter it, and boom. You've got a virus that will wipe them out." Cornelius said, looking at Victor.
"Is there a vaccine?"
"Of course." He opened another program. "This synthesises the vaccine. Do the same as with the creation program, and you've got it."
Creed nodded, taking a mental photograph of the screens. "Y'said yer into Genetics. Whaddya do fer the military?"
Cornelius shifted his glasses. "Well, a lot of things. Gene therapy mostly. You give soldiers genes to try and make them more efficient."
Victor smiled a bit. "So you're playin' doctor with muties and God with humans. Must be easy for you to get T'sleep at night."
Cornelius raised an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Victor narrowed his eyes, then looked at one of the vials. "Y'know what it means, baldy."
Cornelius felt uncomfortable now, the other scientists had arrived. Suddenly, the base radio blared. "Security in all sectors is doubling. Our sonar picked up engine noise within the forty mile mark. All members of Weapon X are to be armed for the next two hours."
The message ended. As the scientists moved to lockers to grab strange looking handguns, Creed just sniffed the air.
The scent was far away, but it was there. He smiled and looked in at the old mans cell once more.
It's begun.
Think I'm making it plot-y enough? Oh, have I got shit in store for you.... shifty eyes Er.. anyway, I've thought about it, and I'm not sure that I'll be abled to fit Rogan into this one. Perhaps in the sequal (Which I've already got planned), but not into this one.
R&R,
--Ookami.
Chapter Nine: The real plan?
The two men walked down the bleak and empty corridor, the screams of some unfortunate prisoner overpowering the echoes of their footsteps.
They were completely different in appearance, one was kind of short, balding, geeky looking, and dressed as a scientist. The other was tall, with muscles to match, long blond hair, and dressed as a soldier.
"Right this way, Mr. Sabertooth." the scientist said, the door they were approaching opened automatically.
Creed looked at it. "PAN cards, huh." He looked at the ID tag the scientist was wearing. "What security level?"
"Seven." the doctor said. "I'm the lead scientist of the genetics program, so I've got access to the highest security levels."
Creed nodded slowly. The doctor lead him through the door. They passed several cells with a frightened looking mutant in each one. Creed smirked as he passed them, looking in at the creatures withering away inside.
"Y'picked the wrong side, guys." He said with a laugh. The doctor turned, looking at him quizzically. "What?" The doctor shook his head and kept walking. Once past this area, they stepped into a labratory area.
The doctor stopped. "This is where the virus is being made." He said, looking back at Creed. "By the way, you can call me doctor Cornelius."
Creed nodded, looking at all of the flasks, seeing several marked "SV." He smiled slightly. "I heard somethin' 'bout a new prisoner..." He looked at Cornelius. "Know anythin' 'bout him?"
Cornelius chuckled. "The new prisoner is one of the strongest mutants in the world. We're damned lucky to have been abled to catch him."
"..." Creed crossed his arms. "Who is he?"
"Eric Magnus Lehnsherr." The doctor said. "Magneto."
Creed tilted his head, Cornelius lead him to Magneto's holding cell on the other side of the lab, he could only see an old man unconcsious on a cot. "But that isn't what you're here for."
He looked back at Cornelius. "Then what am I here for?"
"You're supposed to protect us while we keep working on the virus." He walked to a computer console, typing in verious numbers. "If someone were smart enough and quick enough to break in, they could change the target gene of the virus...."
"That would be bad. Right now, it's set to kill Muti--Mutants, by targeting the X-gene. However, thanks to the Human Genome Project, the target gene could be for anything."
"Let's say you hate people with red hair for some reason. Find the gene, enter it, and boom. You've got a virus that will wipe them out." Cornelius said, looking at Victor.
"Is there a vaccine?"
"Of course." He opened another program. "This synthesises the vaccine. Do the same as with the creation program, and you've got it."
Creed nodded, taking a mental photograph of the screens. "Y'said yer into Genetics. Whaddya do fer the military?"
Cornelius shifted his glasses. "Well, a lot of things. Gene therapy mostly. You give soldiers genes to try and make them more efficient."
Victor smiled a bit. "So you're playin' doctor with muties and God with humans. Must be easy for you to get T'sleep at night."
Cornelius raised an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Victor narrowed his eyes, then looked at one of the vials. "Y'know what it means, baldy."
Cornelius felt uncomfortable now, the other scientists had arrived. Suddenly, the base radio blared. "Security in all sectors is doubling. Our sonar picked up engine noise within the forty mile mark. All members of Weapon X are to be armed for the next two hours."
The message ended. As the scientists moved to lockers to grab strange looking handguns, Creed just sniffed the air.
The scent was far away, but it was there. He smiled and looked in at the old mans cell once more.
It's begun.
Think I'm making it plot-y enough? Oh, have I got shit in store for you.... shifty eyes Er.. anyway, I've thought about it, and I'm not sure that I'll be abled to fit Rogan into this one. Perhaps in the sequal (Which I've already got planned), but not into this one.
R&R,
--Ookami.