Forgotten Heroes

Chapter One

1224 Hours, January 27, 2388 (Military Calendar)/ Europa Military Base in orbit around Jupiter

Dr. Watts rode up the elevator that had taken him down to his "lab" yesterday. He had a meeting with Chief Officer Tarantino, who would supervise the training of his subjects. Kaspar Watts was wearing a long white leather vest that looked like a really fancy scientist outfit. Dr. Watts wore black leather gloves and shoes, a white button shirt with chic designs, and black pants. He used glasses because of his nearsightedness; Kaspar had refused to undergo treatment and wanted to use glasses. Even then, he bought luxurious glasses. His outfit was a perfect image of his personality. He was a bit of a show-off, competitive and on top of his work, eccentric and nothing like the scientist stereotype.

The elevator stopped on section 1, floor 12, and his "lab" was on 0-5, a floor just for him on the top secret Section 0 of the top secret base on the top secret UNSC division. He found it really hilarious. Was there really a need for a top secret division inside a top secret base of a top secret organization?

Leaving those thoughts aside, he made his way into the conveyor belt and walked all the way to the end of the long hallway. He opened the door marked "A5 Meeting Room". Inside, officer Tarantino, a short aged man, was waiting for him. Tarantino had

"Early, that is a good sign in scientists working for OCIO. If you make the habit of being early, you'll have a long prosperous career working for ONI. I must add, you look way too flashy, certainly not the type of person who would normally conduct this experiment." The Chief Officer clearly knew about ONI's secrets and it was possible that during his "active" years he conducted ONI's operations on Delta Wolf.

"So you have been briefed about the experiments already?" The old officer nodded. "I like this outfit. Is there anything wrong about it?"

"No. I just said it looks flashy. It does," Chief Officer Tarantino responded.

"Well, we are not here to discuss fashion." They skipped the formal introductions, they already knew who each other was, and got to work. "Shall we get to it?"

"Of course." Dr. Watts sat on the other side of the table and activated the Holographic Imaging Device. He connected his computer to it and began his presentation.

"I was going to give you a basic briefing of the experiments, but since you've already been briefed, there's no point to it. So let's discuss the routine. What do you have in mind?"

"Well, I was informed that part of the daily routine will be attending to class. So my I shaped the schedule and left a couple of hours for class time."

"Good. What have you planned for your routine?"

"I'll start only with all types of cardiovascular drills, and if they are as gifted as I have been informed, then I hope to do some military drills in a month or two."

"I assure you that the subjects are just as you have been informed. How long do you think it will take until everyone of the subjects has adjusted to the rigorous training?"

"They should adapt in six months. Why do you ask?"

"When you feel they are all ready, they are to be given shots weekly. I'll handle it; you just tell me when they are ready."

"Ok. What are the shots for? They won't be injected HDE, it would be stupid."

"Idiotic, actually. The shots will provide amino acids, proteins, nutrients, vitamins, and minerals, all those things to ensure proper growth, physical and mental. We have to make their body and mind grow strong for the genetic treatments."

"I understand. I only have a rough schedule done though; do you have a map of their training area so that I can plan the routine in a more detailed manner?"

Dr. Watts showed him a holographic map of the lab, the building, the forest and the playground. They talked about minor details such as the diet of the subjects, how hard they could and should be pushed, the lessons they would take and such.

Kaspar looked at his watch as saw it was already past one, he had a meeting. " Well, I sorry to have to cut the meeting short. If you'll excuse me, Officer Tarantino, I must go; I have another meeting to attend to. These ONI officers expect me to be on time even though they change meeting times anytime they want and whenever they want."

"Well, that's the way with them. No one gets around that."

They shook hands and exchanged their goodbyes. Once they made it to the elevators on the far end of the hallway, they shook hands once more and parted ways.