Disclaimer: I don't own anything, besides the Atomix. But everything else, including the obscure references from other things that I might put in, is not mine. Also, the political reviews in this story are not necessarily my personal views. And all characters in this, even the ones based off real-life ones, are fictional.
The F.B.I. team was in the docking bay, ready for the fights that were sure to come. Houstow was in his office making the last preparations when Silton came running up with Kevin, who was the best Atomix agent they had that had not gone insane.
"Lets' go Silton. I've just finished talking with the director in charge of the Diclonius facility. We've got confirmation to go now."
"Glad to hear it."
"Is everything set up the way I ordered it to be?"
"Yes it is. 3 helicopters in the main docking bay, and we have 1 in the back docking bay that will be used to deport the 6 Atomix that will be used for combating the rouge Atomix. Our helicopter is one of the 3 ones in the main docking bay. We will leave…"
He was caught off by a huge explosion that echoed through the entire facility.
"What the fuck?" Houstow rushed and opened the door. "That was from the docking bay. Quick we have to get out now!" He rushed to the door, but it was blown open by another explosion, and F.B.I. agents with the standard black combat suits came in.
"Hello, Houstow." A raven-haired man with a jagged scar across his forehead walked in, smiling in a way that haunted Houstow to his dying days. "I'm here to put down your operation."
"What operation?"
"You said that were using this facility for training rough Atomix, but now I find that you were trying to give them psychological treatment? You should know better then that Houstow. You should know that these monsters can't ever be accepted as human.
"They just needed help! Look at Kevin here, Crovax…" He was cut off by an F.B.I. agent hitting him in the stomach with his gun.
"I never liked you Houstow." Crovax stared at Houstow like he was a particularly disgusting cockroach. "I'm so happy that Congress passed that law."
"Congress… passed what law?"
"Officially, this amendment to the constitution states that the Black ops that I'm in charge of now officially own all of the "prisons" in certain locations. Your facility is the last one on the list, Houstow.
"But, what about the 2-3rds state approval? Surely that couldn't happen so quickly?"
At this, Crovax started laughing. He laughed and laughed as Houstow looked on with horror. "Houstow, that system is never going to work. I've had some strings pulled and now we have a new amendment. Congress thinks it's for prison re-location. But now thanks to that law, destroying this place is perfectly legal." There was a stunned silence.
Finally, Silton spoke up. "You mean to tell me that the American government means nothing! What of their rights? You killed 100 F.B.I. agents in the docking bay! This is insane!"
"Insane? I think we are finally making some progress. It was great that we were wiretapping peoples phones looking for terrorists; that was such a great way to imprison my enemies. Now instead of 10 Atomix, I've got 50 at my command. And that number is growing. Soon anyone who opposes us will be crushed."
"When the President hears about this..."
"The President is not going to hear about this . He's too busy with dealing with 9/11 to do care about anything else. I've had enough of this pointless conversation, kill them now!" The F.B.I. Agents hold up their guns, preparing to slaughter the unarmed researchers.
"Like I will let you do that!" Kevin made a motion with his hands, and ice started covering the agents. "Run, now!" Houstow and Silton ran past a pissed-off Crovax. Crovax started after them, but decided to deal with that troublesome Atomix first. Before Kevin could freeze Crovax, Crovax took out an AK-47, and started firing at Kevin. Kevin tried to use ice to defend himself, but a bullet hit him in the leg, and he lost his concentration. He crashed on the floor, meeting oblivion head on.
Crovax kept on firing long after Kevin had died. When he ran out of bullets, he went out of the room, tossed a grenade in, and took out his cell phone as the room behind him exploded. "Stop them from leaving now! Bring in the sharpshooters!"
Houstow was running from his life with Silton. At last they reached the docking bay where one last helicopter remained. They rushed in, knowing that they had only moments before they would be fired upon.
"Take off now!"
"Yes sir!" The helicopter hovered in the air for a few seconds, and then sped away just as the sharpshooters showed up.
"I've got a clear shot at the cockpit." A shot rang out, and the bullet sped towards its target. As it got closer though, it wobbled, and missed altogether.
"How the hell… fire!" The snipers fired until their clips were empty, but to no avail. The helicopter had gotten away.
Inside the helicopter, Houstow turned to look at a red-headed girl, her face pulled back in a visible effort of concentration. She then collapsed on the floor. "I… did it…"
"I know how hard that is for you. You did well." Houstow was just glad they got away. He knew Sheba would be alright after some rest. Changing the amount of gravity on such a fast moving target was difficult for her. A wispy blonde teen looked at Houstow.
"Where is Kevin?"
"He didn't make it…" The blonde kid started to sob. Two of his teammates tried to comfort him, while the other two tried to help Sheba.
"We're screwed. We just got down to 5 Atomix, they got 50, and our best one got left behind and he's probably dead. Thanks to Crovax, we have no soldiers, and only one helicopter, which due to lack of time to prepare, is the only helicopter here without any weapons! We can't defeat Insendo like this, let alone Crovax."
"Crovax doesn't even have that power, and the President only knows that the facility itself exists. Who could have done this?"
"I have agree with you hear; Crovax is one tough ex-F.B.I. agent, but he's not a "big picture" guy. Whoever this guy is has deep knowledge of the Atomix, and figured out what we were doing quickly. On top of that, he has the authority to send in other F.B.I. agents against us. Now who…"
The answer dawned on both of them at the same time, and they looked at each other with horror.
Jones sat his desk, his bald head sweating. The last couple of days had been very stressful for him, with that horrible inauguration and criticism that he had to deal with. Recently though, things have finally been going his way. With the 9/11 attacks, he had convinced the President to invade Iraq and find the "W.M.D" cache that was hidden there. The phone rang. He picked it up. "Are you done destroying Houstow yet, Crovax?"
"No sir, they got away. But I took down all their men and they only have one helicopter with 5 Atomix."
"It makes no difference. Send a team to Japan, pronto. Include 15 Atomix in the team."
"Yes sir!"
"See that it is done." Vice-President Jones hung up the phone, smiling. Things were definitely going his way. "Soon I will be the ruler of the U.S., than the world will bow down before me!"