Sergeant Pepper gazed out of the window as he pondered the crisis at hand. He had no idea why they put the effort into supplying the base with flameproof windows, because the only thing you could see out of the windows was bright yellow magma. The futuristic windows might have looked cool if this was like a moon base or something, but here it just seemed unnecessary.
Pepper took a seat and browsed the database his team had built for the last ten years. The database contained all of the enemy's abilities, personality traits, and every tragedy it had caused. It was always evolving, having a seemingly limitless array of powers. It was constantly gaining strength, Yet hiding in the shadows, as if it was afraid.
But why?
All the data Pepper's crew had assembled led them to believe that it was almost immortal, godlike. Why would it hide if it had no weakness? Is it all just a taunt, this monster toying with humanity, going easy on it when it could obliterate the entire planet in no time? Or did it have an Achilles heel?
Pepper doubted it. He noticed the empty space at the end of the database, and decided to leave a note.
[initiate note]
We're fucked.
[deinitiate note]
A notification popped up on his Apple II computer. It seemed that the genetic cloning experiment down in Laboratory B was going to start shortly. Pepper stood up from his chair, straightening his neck tie. He exited his office through the automatic door, and walked down the hall. He entered the elevator on the right wing of the hallway, and clicked the button that initiated a switch in the mechanics of the elevator system that instructed it to descend to Floor 17, where Laboratory B was located.
Standing in the elevator as Pepper entered was Lieutenant Blake. He must have been on his way to Floor 26 to file some more paperwork.
"Blake." Pepper greeted, professionally.
"Pepper." Blake muttered, tiringly.
The constant hum of the elevator accompanied the awkward silence that followed. Pepper tried to get his mind off of the encounter by humming along to the optimistic elevator music he placed in every elevator to keep their mind off of things. Most of the music were Beatles songs, which Pepper seemed to have an unconditional love for.
The elevator doors released to reveal Floor 17. It looked just as blank and empty as the rest of the floors, and without the LED sign that read "17", Pepper would have thought it was Floor 5.
Pepper stepped out of the elevator and walked down the left hall, making the second right and a direct left, then doing a U-turn and staying right, then flashing his turn signal to make the second left, then passing by the Chick-fil-A drive thru and getting an order of waffle fries with extra spaghetti sauce, then finally arriving at Laboratory B.
It looked like Professor Willow had been waiting for him. "Sergeant," he started. "I'm so glad you took time out of your schedule to join me for this experiment."
"No problem." Pepper replied. "I'd love to see us progress to the next phase of our operation. Are we starting now?"
"Yes, in just a few minutes." Willow stepped over to a control panel and pressed a few buttons, causing a massive container to rise up from the floor. "I just need to make some final preparations, and we should be good to go."
Pepper approached the cylindrical container and stared at the precious cargo it contained.
The Air Buddies.
The Buddies were an elite force cloned from the great Air Bud himself. They were responsible for gathering most of the data they had in the database. Unfortunately, they and some of their assistants were nearing the end of their life, and have been in cryogenic sleep for a few years. The crew was saving them in order to use their genetic material to create an all new force that would initiate Phase 3 of their operation, and hopefully put an end to all this chaos.
"And, we're clear. Are you ready?" Professor Willow addressed Pepper.
"Go for it." Pepper replied.
Willow hesitated for a moment, then pulled a large lever to initiate the DNA splicing process. Each of the buddies and their friends were mixed with human gametes taken from humans with some of the best genes. This would hopefully result in the creation of several human fetuses, each with specially designed traits and instincts inherited from the Air Buddies.
The splicing began, and the entire Laboratory began to shake. Vials plummeted off of shelves, shattering on the floor. Electric sparks flew off of the container, and Pepper gazed at the experiment underway in awe…
Spencer awoke groggily. He had the wildest dream, something about cloning? He turned to face his alarm clock, to find that it was only 2:00 in the morning. Spencer still had an entire Saturday ahead of him, so he decided to rest his head on the pillow and drift back into the world of dreams…
Sergeant Pepper gazed at the monitor before him. The agents were making quick process, and Pepper started to feel optimistic that the operation would be a success. But he knew he couldn't jump to conclusions this early into Phase 3.
A notification popped up on the monitor.
MEETING WITH AGENT – LOBBY 5
Pepper had almost forgotten. He had scheduled a meeting with a field agent to discuss the plans for progress into Phase 3. Pepper got up from his seat and left his office, making his way to the elevator down the hall.
As Pepper entered the elevator, he noticed Lieutenant Blake ztanding in the elevator as well. After pressing the button that directed the elevator to descend to the floor where Lobby 5 lied, he greeted Blake professionally.
"Blake."
"Pepper."
Pepper tapped his foot to the beat of "She's Leaving Home" as the hum of the elevator filled the confined room. Taking a risk, Pepper decided to attempt a normal, informal conversation with Blake.
"So, how are those reports comi-"
"Why don't you fuck off." Blake replied. "Norman."
Pepper decided to leave this attempt failed. He didn't blame Blake for his rudeness, though. It had been a stress filled week for everyone in the facility, so some aggression was expected.
The elevator arrived at the floor where Lobby 5 lied, and Pepper exited out of the automatic door. He entered the room directly to his left, labeled "Lobby 5", and poured a cup of coffee as he waited for the agent. He mixed in the half and half and took a cautious sip, before literally lighting his tongue on fire and he nearly died if it weren't for the stash of flour tortillas he left in his right hand pocket, used for fire extinguishing. Oh hey there's the agent
"Abigail." Pepper greeted professionally.
"Pepper." Abigail replied.
"Status report."
"Pretty uneventful recently." Abigail took a seat at the nearby table. "I did what you asked, and got the rest of the crew to use their genetic code names as screennames on the message application q."
"Good." Pepper replied. "This way, the chance of the enemy tracking your textual conversations will be at a minimum."
"So," Abigail started. "what's next in the plan?"
Pepper rested his hands on the table. "We're currently in the process of creating an ultra-dimensional portal to access other dimensions. Our readings show a possible weakness of the enemy located there. In terms of your work, just keep an eye on Agent Billy. The enemy seems to be drawn specifically to Him, and I worry that it will cause another disaster."
"On it." Abigail replied.
Pepper got up from his seat and pushed in his chair. "That is all. I expect another report in a few months. You are dismiss-"
Alarms blared throughout the facility. A bright red notification popped up on Pepper's cellular telephone:
ALERT! REPORT TO OFFICE! ALERT! WE'RE FUCKED! ALERT!
Pepper and Abigail rushed to the stairs, sprinting up the mountain of steps until they reached Floor 1 of the facility. Pepper swifted through the automatic door that led to his office and gazed upon his monitor in horror.
Displayed on the screen was a body of a ten-year old boy covered in blood, with his head smashed through a television screen, glass coating the floor.
Agent Wolf.
Status: Deceased.
And of course, sitting by the bloodied corpse, was the enemy. An animal with golden fur, and one paw resting on a golden, twisted metal baseball bat…
Debra awoke with a start, her room concealed in shadow. She turned to face her alarm clock to see that it was only 5:00 AM. Debra rested her head on her pillow, and drifted off, back into the world of dreams, remNants of memories long faded…
Sergeant Pepper slammed his fist on the table in response to the sight projected on his monitor. The deceased body of a fifteen-year-old boy lied on the floor, knives sticking out of his body, with red blood splattered across the room.
Agent Billy.
Status: Deceased.
And of course, sitting beside the bloodied corpse was the enemy.
"AUGH!" Pepper exclaimed as he swiped his coffee mug off of the desk, shattering it on the floor. He noticed the note he had written all those years ago in another window beside the footage of the recently deceased agent.
We're fucked.
"My thoughts exactly!" Pepper hollered.
"Calm down, Sergeant!" Abigail interfered. "You're acting like a maniac!"
Pepper sighed as he looked up to face Abigail. "I suppose it's not doing us any good."
"Anyways, why did you call me here in the first place?" Abigail asked.
Pepper looked down at the floor. "It's time. Time to initiate Operation B.U.D."
"Really!?" Abigail exclaimed.
"Yes, but don't get your hopes up. There's still a long road ahead of you all. We have finished constructing the portal, and now we need you to round up the team for briefing."
"So, we're really doing this?"
Pepper nodded. "The portal has been tested, and is in excellent condition. Your task is to transport the rest of the agents here. You are dismissed."
"I'm on it, sir." Abigail said as she prepared to leave the office.
"We're relying on you." Pepper muttered as she left.
"Agent Rosebud."
Rosebud exited the office as Pepper gathered his supplies. He supposed he should go down to Floor 34 to prepare the initiation of Operation B.U.D. Pepper left through the automatic door, and entered the elevator down the hall.
As Pepper entered the elevator and pressed the button the caused the elevator to descend to Floor 34, he noticed Lieutenant Blake standing in the elevator. Pepper prepared his best professional greeting to blast Blake away.
"Blake." Pepper greeted professionally.
"Pepper." Blake answered aggressively.
Pepper stood as the expected awkward silence played out. He gazed up at the fluorescent lights above him, and noticed them flickering. He was making a mental note to replace the bulbs when the lights suddenly went completely dark.
When the lights started flickering with light again, Blake was behind Pepper grasping a sharp, steel knife. He tried to thrust the blade into Pepper's flesh, but Pepper grabbed Blake's wrist, snapping it and causing him to drop the blade. Pepper then grabbed his pistol from his belt and fired a bullet straight into Blake's heart.
Blake's deceased corpse slid to the ground, his lifeless eyes facing down at the ground. Pepper stared at the LED sign that displayed the current floor, while humming along to the elevator music to keep his mind off of the corpse in the room.
"It's getting better all the time…"
Charles awoke from his dream, feeling strangely empty. What was Rosebud doing at some king of facility? 0
It was then when Charles realized that he wasn't at home. The land that surrounded him was completely coated in green. Before him lied a massive tower, and the landscape was completely flat. And what was this strange feeling in his head? It was almost like someone was talking to him, but there was no one around.
[initiate telepathic conversation]
Wolf: Greetings.
Wolf: Welcome to Hell.
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