RAIN: CHAPTER 2

A small, private-looking car drove up to "B4" at about 5:00pm that same day. The car was a glimmering blue with tinted darker blue windows. Three men slowly lurked out of it carrying backpacks on each. As they walked out of the car a man walked in taking the keys with him.

"I will park."

"I know you will," one man spoke.

"Load these to," another burst in.

The blue car slowly found its way into the compound ahead. The other three went to the left through the automatic doors.

Two security guards stood there, but did not stop the three. All they did was wait. The first man went up to the door, spoke something in Russian, and went in. The rest followed.

The room they found themselves in was a large lobby. Inside contained, a marble floor, marbled walls, and an enormous chandelier, all polished perfectly. The light from the chandelier scattered across the beautiful floor as it glittered off the rare and valuables. To their right stood more guards and officials, to the left, stairs, elevators, and more officials.

The distraction was great amazing. The amazing room, the flooring, the ceiling. All just a distraction.

The three walked to the elevator and entered. Inside, it was the same as the distraction. The man put in the code and the elevator took them to their destination.

As the elevator opened they entered a pure white room. People walked by wearing lab coats and others wearing uniforms and black coats.

The three went down the not-so-lighted hall, went to the left entering another hall, and finally entered a huge room.

The room was big yet plain. It was an office. An average sized man wearing a black coat and yellow tinted sunglasses, black pants and long boots sat in the main chair. Two others stood beside him. Black coats as well.

"You have what the company wants," the man spoke with a pure American accent.

"Of course, we always…" one of the three men spoke with a Russian accent.

He continued, "We found out one of 'us' was a traitor, but it wasn't hard to eliminate him. He's dead."

" Are you positive."

"I can assure you he 'he's' dead."

"But anyway, here are the things you told us to get."

All three Russians dropped the bags on the table.

"Good. I will deliver this to Lyord."

"Lyord needs this for the next operation, right?"

"Yes."

"I heard he was going to try to create the ultimate spiritualist. The one who will take over the CIA. That's all I heard." The Russian stopped in an amazing, sudden, pause.

"Yes."

The three bowed and left the room.

The next day:

Lyord. A tall man. Pure American. He was wearing a vivid white lab coat. His classes were tinted yellow as the other(s). He walked up unusually shaped stairs in B4.

B4 was the code. It sanded for BASE 4444, which is the head of the CIA. Or the last remaining.

B4 is the only place left for the CIA ever since the government decided to make their move. And B4 was the only place where they genetically enhanced newborns into spiritualists.

As Lyord walked up the stairs he could hear a lady screaming. He ignored it because he knew what it was for.

He went up the stairs and saw about five officers holding the lady back. He walked into the room closest to him on the right.

The room was enormous. On the outsides of the room were computers and in the middle was a DNA container. A baby was floating in the middle of the green liquid surrounding him and wires connected to him made him look like a lab experiment. He was just a baby, but in the doctors eyes he was a lab experiment.

One short doctor came up to Lyord. His nametag read; Doctor senor.

"Sir, we can't hold Mrs. Rain back, she doesn't want her son to work for the CIA at age 16. Or go through with this fatal operation."

"I…I understand," Lyord sounded shaky.

As he walked out of the room and turned to Mrs. Rain and the officials holding her back he pulled out a gun from his jacket.

"MOVE!" He commanded to the officers.

They got out of the way as Rain glanced at him, tears in eyes, face so red from crying.

Lyord hid the gun behind his back as he took off his glasses. One eye pupil yellow and the other red.

HE WAS A SPIRITULIST!

So was everyone else though.

Lyord put his glasses in his lab coat and took out his gun, aimed, and fired.

The scream of Mrs. Rain filled the halls of the floor. Blood spattered from her body as she went flailing to the ground. More and more blood filled the ground as she said as her finally words, "ROY…"

Lyords hand was shaking furiously as he dropped the gun and his hand.

"Get…get the body… the body out of here and get… get back to… work…" The single statement wasn't so clear but they guards watching obeyed orders.

Lyord walked back into the room. When he entered he saw three backpacks lying on the ground.

"Delivery sir."

"Th…thanks," still shaken up.

He carefully inspected each pack opening each.

"Good…"

Ear-bursting sirens suddenly broke the silence. Red lights burst out of every corner and lamp.

Lyord ran out of the room, into the elevator, entered the code, and into the basement.

In the basement two men were already there.

"Sir they took a lot of the DNA for the ultimate spiritualist. Five tons to be exact." One spoke.

"Shit…"

The three entered a locked room in the basement by using a bypass code.

Inside the room was tons of DNA sample bottles and other containers holding the materials.

There were also some computers. Lyord went up to one and enter many bypass codes. The others watched in amazement. The two doctors behind Lyord knew what he was doing.

"Who is missing?" One asked.

"Um…" A simple word.

"Lets see…" he continued, "Billy Robson, Sonrago Sanyutoro, Robert Williams, and…" he paused…

"Oh Shit!"

"What sir."

"And Sir, Seth Rain…"

"The ultimate spiritualists father?"

"I'm afraid so." Lyord paused in anger.

"Those asshole traitors! They worked for the government all this time! They were some of our experts in genetic enhancements too! The government has what they want! Now they have the power to destroy this planet!"

"Shit."

"Just what they wanted! No… we have to enhance Roy Rain to the spiritualist we want him to be. He can save us…" That statement wasn't so convincing from Lyord, but he ran toward the elevator, the others close behind.

A few hours later it was time. Roy Rain was slowly moved to the operating room.

They put Roy in the middle of the, other wise, empty room. An oxygen mask was placed over him. Many wires surrounded him; so much you could barely see him. Speakers were placed in his ears as well.

To the left of the room was a small glass box where all the doctors were, and some next to Roy. Lyord was in the box as well and leaned toward the microphone and began telling the story.

"We, the CIA, are trying to create the ultimate spiritualist to end the conflict between the government and us."

The baby was asleep as he spoke but each word was being implanted in his mind.

Lyord went on:

"You see the government is trying to get the DNA for the ultimate spiritualist and use it to recreate the Ku Klux Klan. When they reach that gold they will destroy this planet and escape to Mars.

That is why we will have you. You see, spiritualists can do almost anything, shoot a gun at perfect aim, and dodge bullets, all that and more at the age of 16. That is when you will join us. That is why we need you." Lyord was done.

As he walked out of the room a woman, similar looking to Mrs. Rain, came down the hall.

"You paged me?" she asked.

"You know what to do…"

"I know… but it's just so hard to do this…"

"You'll do fine Mrs. Alshine, or should I say Mrs. Rain." Lyord left just with a 'good luck.' The lady walked away as well.

The operation began, as doctors got ready to try to turn this child into a spiritualist and still keep him alive…

Time was key…