As subject number 82 sprinted down the corridors of the underground facility, he sensed considerable movement. He believed he knew what was going to happen.

"They will probably try and seal off the doors, and maybe even the corridors with squads of marines. If that fails, they might just go for the gas." He thought to himself.

The first thing that subject 82 did is he went straight for the equipment rooms. Hopefully they hadn't sealed them off yet. If they had, it might just be too late. But there was still a chance. He could still get a weapon and a gas mask before it was too late.

Suddenly, he heard squads of troops at the each end of the corridor. He knew that if he couldn't get passed them, he was screwed. Looking around, he saw a rather large ventilation shaft on the ceiling nearby. He quickly jumped in and shut it again, as to spy on the soldiers that were chasing him.

"I could have sworn I saw him down here, Sergeant. I don't know what could have happened to him though. It doesn't look like there is any other way out other than the two directions that we came from." One Corporal told his squad leader.

"I know what you mean Corporal. I know exactly what you mean. I thought I saw something down here too. Oh well, take your men and return to your posts immediately." The Sergeant replied.

82 gave a sigh of relief when they left. He was finally in the clear. Or so he thought.

The shaft he was in began rattling and shaking, as if something was turning on at another end. When he strained his eyes to see what it was, he saw a large cloud of smoke, that had a dark green color to it. Knowing that if he came in contact with it he would never make it out, he quickly jumped down from the shaft.

Surrounding him was a detail of about 30 men, all armed with assault rifles and tranquilizer guns. It was a trap all along. The gas was just meant to flush him out of the vent, and they would wait for him to drop down. It was a simple plan, but they still had no idea of the power held by 82.

82 leaped quickly into the air and landed behind one of the assault-rifle bearing men. He quickly snapped the man's neck, and grabbed the assault rifle. At the same time, he held the dead soldier's body as a shield, to block incoming fire.

Opening fire with the assault rifle, he quickly mowed down about five men, before having to go back to hiding behind his shield. At this rate, with the amount of ammo that he had, he knew he could get out alive. Just then, he felt the hard butt of a rifle hit him square in the back of the head.

Everything went black.


As corporal Ryan Williams followed his squad leader to their assigned area, he noticed movement down one of the corridors. It looked like one of the test subjects, because he wore nothing but a white medical apron.

"That must be him." He thought to himself.

"Sergeant, I have unidentified contact down this corridor. It was wearing the standard white medical apron, and seemed very suspicions. I suggest we investigate, Sir." Williams said, with that usual hint of military enthusiasm.

"Good eye corporal, I see it too. I'll call another nearby squad and have them cut off the other end. That way he has nowhere to go." Sergeant Johnson replied.

As both squads neared 82's position, they saw him jump quickly into the gas ventilation duct. Johnson pointed upwards, and with simple military hand signals, he told everyone that he was in the ventilation ducts. They all nodded, a universal sign that they understood.

"Hmm. Must have been nothing. Continue the search everyone." Johnson said, as he winked his eye telling them to back up a few steps and ready their weapons.

He walked to the end of the corridor, and sent word to General Fisher to start up the gas vents. He walked back to the group, and informed them quietly to put on their gas masks and prepare for 82 to leap out.

The gas vents started rumbling, with the hollow sound of machinery that had, for a long time, remained unused.

As gas started pouring out of the other vents, the men readied their weapons. Just then, the subject dropped out of the vent and looked around to find himself completely surrounded. He quickly did a back flip behind Corporal Williams, and quickly snapped his neck, grabbed William's weapon, and used him as a body shield.

He opened fire and quickly gunned down five men, and managed to hit Sergeant Johnson in the upper-right shoulder.

While battling the other soldiers, Johnson circled around 82, and hit him square in the back of the head with the butt of his assault rifle, effectively knocking him out.

"I want a set of heavily magnetized restrictive boots, and rubber jelly hand restrictors here immediately. And get me a medic. I would hate to see this 'flesh wound' start to turn gangrenous."

The boots were specially designed by military scientists before the Spartan project began for just this purpose. Thick magnetized strips ran under the hard metallic floors, which would weigh the subject down and keep him from possibly escaping.

The jelly restrictors were standard issue for violent patients admitted into mental institutions. Every time that a subject would attempt to break free, they would automatically restrict, and deliver a medium watt electrical charge through the subjects body.

As a group of Military Police officers ran down the corridor, 82 began to move around once again. Johnson quickly hit him again with the butt of his rifle, just to make sure it was safe.

The MP's secured the subject, and the detail of men helped drag him into the solitary confinement area.

"bring him into the reinforced interrogation room. And make sure that those restrictors don't come off. I don't want him free roaming through that room. You never know when he might try it again." Johnson told the MPs, with the military seriousness that he was well known for.

The MPs saluted and gave the standard "Yes Sir!" reply. They were dismissed, and the detail of men dragged 82 away.