Kent climbed down the staircase in search of answers. He cloaked listening for footsteps. A man in a suit walked up the stairs holding some papers. He was obviously disappointed in what they said. Kent crept behind him and slashed the knife across his throat. He collapsed like the guard and began tumbling down the stairs leaving the papers. He picked up the papers to read them when he heard screaming down below. He quickly looked over the papers. The only thing possibly related to him was, 'Mission unsuccessful. 3 of 7 subjects left remaining. Cover up story proving useless.'
3 armed marines ran up the stairs. They knew the man's death was no accident. Kent stuffed the papers down his collar. A ruffling noise gained the attention of a guard as he walked toward the wall Kent was at.
"What was that?" A guard asked.
"What was what?" Another replied nervous.
"That noise, you know the ruffling one?" The first guard said, almost whispering.
"Shush," the third guard whispered. He stood listening for a second. He made a hand motion and brought his finger to his helmet.
"Ghost! Kill it!" One shouted shooting wildly at the wall Kent was standing. Kent would have been dead but his armor stopped many bullets.
Kent reacted with unparalleled reflexes. He fired two shots and focused hard on the one who was shooting. Suddenly they all three died. Having no time to question the thirds death the alarm went off and a turret came from the wall. It fired a single round of machine gun fire and then fizzled.
He ran down the stairs to be welcomed by 6 barricaded marines. He fired a flash grenade and blinded them all. He pulled out two knives and quickly slew them all. He looked up and around the room, having a strong sense of déjà vu. He looked at all the doors finding they were locked.
"Ah hello Mr. Kent! So nice to see you! Come to the conference room. I want to talk to you right away!" A familiar voice crackled on a speaker cheerfully.
"If I refuse?" Kent said. A door shut behind him.
"I don't think that's an option Mr. Kent," the man on the speaker replied. A vent opened and hundreds of strange creatures came through. They saw him and charged.
"Hurry they evolve in… Six minutes," his voice crackled a final time.
Kent ran down the hall that a newly opened door had just revealed. He did in fact know the way to the room. A door opened suddenly and Kent stepped in. Then as suddenly as it opened, it closed squishing one of the creatures.
"Hello, hello my honored guest! Please sit down. My name is Dr. Smith," he said cheerfully, "but I suppose you already know my name. I do believe we've met."
"I believe we have," Kent said masking anger.
"Don't be mad, I made you. Remember?" He laughed.
"Yes I do. It seems that recently you've been trying to destroy me." Kent replied this time showing his anger.
"Always so quick to forget the good. You always have been one to hold a grudge," he said matter-of-factly, "but no time for that now. Yes I have tried to kill you but it seems that great people are impervious to the element of surprise as well as the best weapons the confederacy has to offer." Kent opened his mouth but was cut off.
"You have one of the greatest psionic abilities of any man anywhere. They do in fact rival the templar's. You are also the most erratic, unpredictable, and uncontrollable men ever. When you discovered the assassination on your Uncle, the Great Conqueror was our device you acted quickly. You destroyed almost everything in this compound. We had no choice but to take all that training and ability away. We blocked your mind from several compartments of your mind containing all of your abilities and most of your memory. This was good because we could quickly give you back your memories should the need arise.
"Why were you a researcher? Two reasons. Out of contact from the media and who better to develop weapons for ghosts then a ghost? This had worked for a long time. Soon however the project became expensive. We grouped all of the overly powerful ghosts together then tried to destroy you all. We couldn't kill you personally so we put a psi emitter at the Installation. It attracted the zerg. Unfortunately Raynor inadvertently held off the zerg for several days. Due to this we have discovered a side effect to the emitter. It eroded the block on your memory giving you skill and power. The erosion will be complete in one day. Now to explain why you're alive. After our last attempt to kill you it became apparent that you were too valuable to do so. So now you're here to hear the proposal I have to make. Join us and you get all the skills, all the power you can possibly have. Become the most formidable force alive. Save us all."
Memories were pouring into Kent's head. He remembered everything Smith said. He almost considered joining him when he remembered just how deep his hate went. The hate ran deeper than the murder of his Uncle. It went deeper but how much deeper was hard to fathom.
Kent sat silently for a couple seconds. With his mind he froze the camera making it see the image it had until. He left he brought the pistol he had been carrying and hid it under the table. He aimed it up so when he shot it would hit him through the table.
"I decline," Kent said. Smith sighed and shook his head.
"I was afraid you'd say that," he said quietly, motioning the camera. Nothing happened. Smith turned his head in amazement at Kent. Kent took no time to hesitate he shot three rounds into Smith's chest.
Smith made some grunting noises then finally fell on the ground. Kent pushed him under the table and wiped away the blood so the person watching the camera would think they just left.
Kent left the room, then the compound with no resistance. He had to inform the general. Some military men had barricaded themselves down the street from him. Seeing the door open the hesitated for a second to see who it was then opened fire. He dove aside into some bushes. It appeared he already knew. Crawling low in the bushes he cloaked. They had no helmets on so they would not be able to see him cloaked. He did so then threw a rock on the other side of the doorway. They immediately turned their fire to the rock as Kent ran away.
At that point Kent knew he had been branded a criminal. He went to the starport hoping that a smuggler would be willing to take him off Tarsonis. Fortunately Tarsonis is full of criminals so he found one fast. He left for New Gettysburg to join the resistance.