KITG: Hello there again. Here the next chapter. Hope it ok. It's time we got a glimpse inside Justicum.

Chapter 5

Lights in the cold sterile control room winked on and off. To an observer it looked like Christmas tree lights, though their function was a lot more sinister in reality. They showed the status of prisoner containment, interrogation…. and genetic mutation. The numerous screens that adorned the walls revealing the amount of prisoners held within this establishment. As you would come to expect of a prison, it showed barred cells, the prisoners held within, either sleeping or finding other things to amuse themselves in their fight against boredom. Others showed torture beyond humane, though any torture was not humane in most civilized species. But this place was far from what you would call civilized. Yes they played the part, shaking hands exchanging pleasantries on the surface. But when the civilized visitors and dignitaries left. The masks fell. Revealing something more terrible in the universe. The cold calculating evil, which was human lust for power.
In this place of horror the governor walked, the hallways cold, un-inviting in their steel, sterile embrace. The floresant lights giving a harsh glow as he passed. His black suit a stark contrast to the blazing light, making him look more like a shadow than in the bright corridors. As he walked he passed certain sections of the wall that had thick glass instead of the shiny new-looking steel. He looked at the experiments within, seeing grotesque things that he had known once to be human. They writhed and cried out, though he could hear nothing through the soundproof walls. He passed through an adjacent room to the one which held this sight. The governor was a small man, almost stunted in his growth, stumpy but was wide around the waist. For all intense purposes if you passed him on the streets of New York, you would be forgiven for thinking he was a mafia godfather. Truth be told he as a lot like a mafia Godfather, he had the connections, the muscle. The main difference between the governor and a real Mafia boss, was what he was doing was backed by the powers that be. Biological research was much sought after these days. Think of it. A genetically modified soldier, he would feel no pain, no fear, he would be immune to all chemical war-fair. The perfect killer. And where to draw such abilities? Alien DNA. Roswell, Area 51, you name it; they would have found out about it and used it to their advantage. So here he was. His black hair slicked back to the base of his skull. In this place he was only known as the governor, though his real name was Anthony Formosa. Governor would do here though. He turned his brown eyes to the right as one of the doctors came in from the lab; blazing green eyes met those of the Governor.

"Governor" the doctor nodded his head.

"Marcus. What is the status of the subjects?"

"Not good sir, all have mutated beyond our control, so this is the next batch"

"At this rate Marcus, you'll be running out of subjects. And you know the higher ups want results. Ones they can use. I need something to tell them."

"Well sir, the animal projects have worked well. Project Raven is ready for deployment. As is the Project Set. Project Anubis needs a little more work. The integration of the cyber implants are proving a little more troublesome than expected. But we expect good results by the end of the week."

"What of the human subjects. There must be something"

"They hold for a while sir, we even had one able to breath underwater, by splicing Shark DNA with some of the Alien DNA found at the London explosion in 2006. You know the one at 10 Downing Street. But…well see the results yourself' Marcus reached over to one of the walls, his thin form, face sharp with a prominent nose, his face like that of a killer, gaunt. His emerald green eyes blazing with intense knowledge and need to discover more, making them almost seem ablaze. He depressed a button and a box control located on the wall, the Silver steel retracted upwards. This reveals a steel cell, the bulletproof glass protecting them from the monster within. What had once been human now lost. The head like that of a shark, row upon row of teeth, the eyes white with large black centers. The skin a dull gray. Its arms hanging like that of an orangutan. Though its hand had three digits, each with huge claws protruding. Its body gave the deception it was a lumbering brute. But Marcus knew better. The reflexes sharp as a shark. Though he believed the arms were the products of the alien DNA. Through the shark it had heightened sense of smell, able to locate the tiniest speck of blood. But it was also able to detect pheromones. Like that given off by adrenalin.

"Hum, I see what you mean. This is just a bit obvious. Though they might be of use. Do they take orders?" as if in reply the creature ran full speed at the glass. Both men took an involuntary step back

"Not as yet. They would have to be implanted with the cyber control chip before that would occur."

"Do it on this one. I might have a use for him guarding the lower sewers. Had some of the inmates try to escape through there the other day, this would be a good deterrent."

"As you command governor"

"How are the inmate levels?"

"I'm afraid to say they are low, we have gone through 1142 of the 2000 we had housed. Due to the fact we have basically solved New York's homeless problem" he stated this with a smirk, Justicum had held a lot more than 2000, but these days. " But due to the fact we only have the influx of Gangs our stock is running low."

"Hum. I will have to arrange another Raid for you. Any preference?"

"Not too fussed sir. Though the Lain Li had not been too good a specimen. Too much cocaine users among them. Maybe a clean bunches if you can manage it."

"Well they are few and far between. But it would appear the Death Angels have been causing some trouble. Will they do Marcus?"

"Hum. Yes. From what I hear they are a large group, will fill the prison a bit. But is it wise giving the Skulls that much power?" The governor smiled and turned from the lab, he stopped at the door, turning back to Marcus.

"Oh Marcus…. what can be given…. Can just as easily taken back" with a swish of the hydraulic doors Marcus was left alone in the lab observation room. He looked in seeing the new subject go into convulsions. He sighed yet another failure

Oh well. He would have more to play with soon. He looked back at the door. Yes this Governor was a man after his own heart. As he turned back to see the bodies last convulsion, the monitors within showing the flat line; he removed he surgical hat and went to find some well deserved rest. Well…well deserved in his book anyway.

Anthony was now wandering through what he considered the more comfortable of Justicum. He was walking down the wood paneled halls that ended in his office. He had amassed quite a good paycheck for keeping a lid on what happened here. So he could afford the luxuries in life. In truth he practically lived here. He did have a large house outside the compound. But being on the island of Alkertaz. It was too much hassle. If there was a situation. It would take him time he couldn't afford to waste to get back. He opened the thick door and walked into the interior of his office, again as in the hallway the wood paneling pervaded. The carpet a rich purple. In it's center was a tiger skin rug. In various places were potted plants. Though a three-story bench, ending at shoulder height, dominated one wall. This was covered with numerous Bonsai trees. Each of varying design and setting. Some set in a Japanese diorama. Depicting either a rock in the middle of a river, the tree grasping to its surface. To the largest, With miniature model of a shogun palace. This was his vice. He had grown some of these since childhood. He would spend most of his time cutting and looking after their welfare. Growing new from seed. Wiring them into the shape to they would grow as he directed.
This carried over to his work. As if with a sickly Bonsai that would be stripped from the healthy. If you did not conform. You went missing from your cell very quickly.

He took his seat at the desk. The large red leather chair enveloped his form, creaking as it did so. He ran his hands slowly over the Dragon carved heads on each armrest. Then reached for his phone. Dialing a number he used all to often he waited for it to be answered. 5 rings later it was.

"Dogan, what ya need Governor"

"The death angels"

"Will be my pleasure" the sneer not lost down the phone.

"When can you arrange it Dogan?"

"Well I was planning to kill them tomorrow night. But giving them to you is much better. My car needs a new chrome engine parts and turbo. So were all happy. Well everyone except the angels," he snorted down the phone at Anthony. He would love to put Dogan in with the rest of them…and perhaps he might at that, let the Skulls find a new leader.

Putting down the phone, Anthony smiled to himself. It was going to be an interesting night. He rose walking over to the window, watching the snow begin to fall again. Yes. A very interesting night.

Dogan turned to his gang as he placed his mobile back in his pocket.

"What's the word boss?" Griff asked

"We move tomorrow as planned. Though there is a slight change. The Governor and his lackeys are going to make an appearance. Seems the Death Angels are going on a one-way trip." Dogan began to laugh, soon all his gang were joining in. they would rule this city.

It found the air ducts. Everything needed air. It had slithered inside, fairly groaning in pleasure at the pain that emanated from the bowls of this place. It searched, passing grill after grill. Higher it went above ground level. As it past a grate showing a wood paneled interior, it lingered watching the form by the window. Sensing the confident manner of this one. Hum. It may find this one of use. But it would have to find out its power. It continued on, it's need to feed making itself known in it's being. It traveled on, lower below the ground. The smell of sterile corridors assaulting its senses. Finally it found what it was looking for. Three living things milled in a blackened room. This would seem strange to some. Would be recognized by others. But it cared not for the room. It slinked through the grate as slime. The steel grate not hindering its passage. It passed through like waster, leaving the grate itself intact. It went over to the living things. It gorged, making them scream, then slunk away. As it re-entered the grate it slammed shut on some mechanism leaving the mummified bodies of the mutated begins that used to be in the Lain Li gang, to be turned to ash in the incinerator……….

KITG: well there you go, hope you got the feel of the place, and an inkling as to what is going on. Let me know if you liked it. And see you nest time.