[ Int. Operating room - underground ]
The camera slowly travels across a dark hallway facing the ground as the sound of piano music can be heard in the distance. Blood can be visibly seen covering the floor with the sound of the music slowly draws closer, the quantity of blood grows. The camera rotates forward and through the window of a double door into a blood-soaked operating room where a gruesome surgery is taking place. Inside two surgical assistants are standing close to the table; one is directly beside the tool stand while the other is monitoring the vitals and many dirty monitors on the wall. Performing the operation was a blood-soaked wolverine dressed in surgical garb is moving his scalpel with grace as his head slowly tilts back and forth to the soothing piano music playing. The patient is covered in a white tarp concealing most of the body except for the feet which have been removed and nightmarish cybernetic feet have been attached.
An urgent beeping sound can be heard from one of the monitors but the doctor already knows what to do as he snaps his fingers towards one of his assistants, a Eurasian lynx, who is quick to hand him a pair of shock sticks.
Dr. Silva [muttering: No [x3]
The surgeon, Dr. Miles Silva, tests the sticks as their ends emit a brief shock of electricity before placing them on the patient's chest and delivers a series of shocks. However, after several attempts, the beeping doesn't stop signifying the death of the patient. Silva seems to be spacing out as if processing what just happened while his two assistants awkwardly stare at one another.
Assistant 1 (Lynx): S-sir, what are your orders.
Silva inhales sharply as he calmly sets the shock sticks down on the operating table. The two assistants immediately take a few cautionary steps away from Silva. Suddenly his calm demeanor flips and in a cry of anger slams his fists across the tool table and slides everything off. The tools and radio playing the music land on the cold stone floor with a series of loud clangs as the music cuts from hitting the floor
Dr. Silva: [enraged] GODDAMMIT!!!
Silva grabs a bone saw off the operating table and furiously brings it down onto the patient's skull which is concealed under the white tarp. His fit of rage is then cut off by a voice behind him.
Unknown: [mockingly] Aww was it something he said?
Silva slowly turns behind him towards one of the TV screens mounted on the wall where the voice originated. The TV shows a picture of a default avatar, their voice is altered by a voice changer to sound both male and female.
Dr. Silva: how long have you been watching?
Unknown: long enough to get bored by your musical preference Doctor.
Silva looks to his two assistants who are still keeping their distance awaiting an order.
Dr. Silva: [sternly] Leave us.
The two assistants quickly nod and take their leave outside the twin double doors. The two associates don't speak until they have gone. Silva turns completely to the monitor trying to keep his composure.
Unknown: I came here for an update on your progress, but I guess I don't need one now.
Dr. Silva: this is but a minor setback I just need-
Unknown: [mockingly] really, how many patients is that now 87, 88 I've lost count.
Silva turns back towards the dead patient as he's slowly beginning to lose his composure again.
Dr. Silva: [through gritted teeth] 92
Unknown: ah yes, 92 test subjects I have so generously provided you along with the copious resources you have now and 92 times you have failed. Perhaps I underestimated your surgical prowess doctor.
Silva whips back around with fury in his eyes as he points the bone saw he removed from his patient at the monitor as his bloodshot eyes twitch in anger
Dr.Silva: [outraged] I was the best surgeon in this shit pile of a city! The best surgeons beneath me wouldn't dare attempt the things I've done!
Unknown: And yet you've still failed to give me what I ask for.
Dr.Silva: I just need more time and-
Unknown: while time is something I have plenty of my patience is running thin with you.
Dr.Silva: I need healthier test subjects STRONGER test subjects, not some homeless bums you took off the streets.
Unknown: the media and police don't look for "homeless bums" because nobody misses them.
"Heathy" subjects would draw attention. Plus I thought you said that stronger subjects were harder to condition.
Rubbing his eyes, Silva leans back against the operating table. Silva removes his magnifying goggles and surgical cap with his blood-soaked gloves, giving the camera a better look at the dark circles around the wolverine's eyes. He hasn't slept in days.
Dr.Silva: [tiredly] they are, but they are more likely to survive the physical modifications necessary for the procedure.
There's a short pause as the unknown caller seems to take a moment to think on his/her next move.
Unknown: very well, I shall grant you this request. I shall also grant you as much time as you need complete this task.
With an equally tired and relieved sigh, Silva smiles and nods towards the monitor in gratitude.
Dr.Silva: [polite] thank you, I assure you I-
The caller immediately interjects causing Silva to look back up wiping the smile from his face
Unknown: [with harsh assurance] however, the subject I will be bringing you is quite...important to me and WILL draw attention. If you fail me again consider our partnership to be...terminated.
Dr.Silva: I will deliver. I always do.
Unknown: I should hope so doctor, for your sake.
Dr.Silva: w-who is my next patient?
Unknown: you'll see. Get some rest doctor, you're going to need it.
With that, the call cuts as the screen goes black, leaving Silva alone in the operating room. Still frustrated, he looks down at the bone saw still in his hand then at the litter of tools he threw on the floor. With a grunt, he tosses the saw behind his head before he turns and heads towards the double doors as one of his assistants walks in.
Assistant 2 (kangaroo): Oi sir what-WAAh
The assistant ducks behind the door to avoid the bone saw from hitting him. He peaks into the room as Dr.Silva walks out of the room beside him.
Dr.Silva: [monotone] clean this up.
Silva slowly walks towards the camera out in the dimly lit hallway showing his malicious expression on his face as his left eye continues to twitch from what the audience can interpret from either exhaustion or from his missing sanity.
[Cut to black]
[end of prologue]
Story continued in Part 2; Partner MIA
