0530 hours, August 23, 2426 (Military Calendar) / Sol System, Australia District, Planet Earth.
Ranma had no idea about how he'd been found out. But he had, and the government had come for him. Sprinting at near top speed the pigtailed man left the stairwell and burst outward onto the roof of a small skyscraper, glancing around Ranma noted the three gun ships circling the building like vultures focused on the brown business suited figure below them.
The nearest building was a two hundred meter jump, and six stories above him. Smirking broadly the undercover martial artist waved his arms behind him and jumped backwards, as his body passed the seal he had created; a tornado appeared almost horizontally in front of him causing the pigtailed man to fly forward through the air at a tremendous pace.
Smirking in memory of better times long, long ago Ranma closed his eyes for a moment and reveled in the feeling of flying as he had been unable to do for nearly twenty years. As he opened his eyes the skilled martial artist landed on the roof, just as a pelican troopship opened up to his left revealing twenty-four soldiers who immediately opened fire towards the fugitive Saotome.
Keeping low Ranma ducked and ran on all fours, his body contorting in unnatural positions as he ran like an animal across the rooftop and off the edge, the fifty meter distance covered in mere seconds.
As he fell the wind predictably buffeted him towards the side of the concrete and glass skyscraper. Pointing his fingers towards it he hissed under his breath and as the wall approached his fingers seemed to glow an angry red as he jabbed them into the wall, his body immediately slammed in towards the building and smashed through the glass that began merely inches below the melted stone his fingers took purchase in.
Rolling across the floor and slamming into the wall Ranma shook his fingers quickly as he dispersed the hot iron fingers technique he had used to make a handhold. Walking to the door he absently broke the lock off and left the wrecked apartment behind, outside in the bland white toned hall Ranma set off at a run towards the Elevator. Pushing the shaft doors open he walked in and hoisted himself up to a small ledge barely five centimeters deep. Impossibly keeping his balance the man reached down and closed the door before eyeing the sixty five story deep elevator shaft below him.
Smirking at yet another chance to show off long unused techniques Ranma pressed his lips to the palm of his hand for a long moment before leaping outwards and grabbing an elevator support cable. Sliding down it he ignored the smell of the burning oil as he concentrated on the elevator coming up below him, looking to the side he jumped immediately off only seconds before an impact with the flimsy metal box.
Grabbing the cable for the second elevator he started his mad rushed controlled descent again, thirty stories down Ranma again swapped cables to the fourth elevator and landed soundlessly upon it seconds before it stopped on the ground floor. Sneaking off the metal roof Ranma took the service ladder and slide down beside lift less than a second before a soldier cautiously stuck his head out the roof access hatch and kept watch as the elevator moved upwards the floor the fugitive had been seen entering.
Ranma's grin of victory was present in full force as he dropped the last three stories to the maintenance level. Opening the door cautiously he stepped over the laser beam at thigh level and ducked under the second beam at head height before twisting through the air to avoid two more placed at the same level as both previous beams. Moving forward quickly he bounced off the wall and around the corner, avoiding wide pressure plate that occupied the entire corner of the corridor.
Crouching down Ranma glanced along the hall and pulled open a small panel, laying flat he wriggled forward into the exposed space for almost two meters before dropping headfirst into a small room – one not on any building plan. Landing on his feet Ranma reached up and slid a thick panel over the hole he had entered the room with.
Frowning in worry the man opened up a small plastic chest and removed two J8D automatic pistols. The weapons were new, the military had only started to mass produce them in the last month and the pigtailed man had stolen some to distribute between his safety caches. That was probably the cause of his existence being divulged to the UNSC.
He didn't regret it though; life was too long for those.
Opening the locker next to chest he removed a workers uniform and quickly changed into it before hiding the two pistols in it. Crouching in the far corner Ranma trailed his finger along the floor, reaching out with his ki to find one of the dozen small explosive caps. As the cap exploded a small ball bearing moved along the length of the floor via a hidden cavity before impacting with a switch and dropping into a holding container.
The lights dimmed off and the floor immediately started to slide, the open locker and chest with it. Before they moved too far however it stopped with the faint light of the subway below. Listening quietly Ranma heard no noise and thumbed a hidden panel in the side of the floor before dropping down.
As he fell the ten meter drop, the floor moved back into place and the second sliding panel hiding the tunnel from the subway closed behind the Saotome as he passed it. Landing on the tracks Ranma immediately summoned his ki to himself and sprinted down the tracks to the nearest station, about twenty meters before it he ducked into an employee's doorway and took the steps up to platform level.
A hidden security camera monitored his presence.
The walls of the hall Ranma was currently walking down exploded, hundreds of thousands of small needles penetrated his body and within moments the drugs kicked in rendering him unconscious.
Two ONI agents a hundred meters away sprinted towards the hallway, as they entered it thirty seconds later Ranma was already beginning to awaken from the drugged stupor which would have killed a normal man.
The ONI agents pressed a needle into the side of his neck and the Saotome fell unconscious again.
0845 hours, August 23, 2426 (Military Calendar) / Sol System, Australia District, Planet Earth.
"Target Captured."
1100 hours, September 3, 2431 (Military Calendar) / Sol System America UNSC Interrogation, Planet Earth.
Opening his eyes he was blinded by the bright light. A loud voice echoed in his ears unintelligibly and the man grimaced from the pain that the sounds brought him. A few minutes of blessed silence later the same voice spoke again, this time his sore ears made out the woman's voice. "Scans indicate no permanent damage." The patient mentally scowled, he certainly felt damaged enough. A beeping sound began and silenced after only three hellish beeps. "He's awake now sir."
The ceiling above him had slowly come into focus revealing bland white tiles, the reflected yet indirect light hurt a little. Ranma could feel he was restrained with padded metal covering almost the entirety of his body.
"Who are you?" asked a baritone voice roughly.
Ranma responded automatically, his voice out of his own control. "Ranma Saotome of the Saotome School of Martial Arts." He was surprised by his own answer, why expecting the truth serum he hadn't really thought of himself that way for a long time.
"It turns out that Ranma Saotome never existed… Who are you?" the voice repeated the last three words irritably.
Ranma snickered, "Ranma Saotome of the Saotome School of Martial Arts." He repeated himself, letting his own annoyance colour his tone.
The man growled angrily behind him, prompting a third, mellow, voice to speak up. "What is your birthday?"
"Twelfth of June." Ranma answered sluggishly, he was clearly trying to fight the truth serum. The nurse approached and injected a needle into his upper arm. The plunger slowly moved downwards forcing the liquid into Ranma's circulatory system. After an agonizing minute she removed the needle and stepped back.
"What is your date of birth?" the man asked with his wording only slightly different.
"Twelfth of June, nineteen eighty-four." Ranma said, his voice again completely out of his control. He wondered idly if they would think he'd been programmed or if they'd believe it.
"Name your district of birth." The baritone voice said uncertainly.
As the earth had moved into space, more and more of the home planet had become covered by city, older parts of the world had names for their districts with numbered subsectors.
"My district of birth is now known as Japan." The Saotome said clearly.
The third person could see the interrogator frown, as if uncertain of what to think from this answer, smiling he spoke in his mellow voice. "What was the name and location of the place you were born, at that time?"
" Fuujin Saraman General Hospital, Nerima Ward." Ranma said bitterly.
The baritone interrogator nodded thankfully at the third man and spoke one final time. "That will do. Put him to sleep."
Ranma's last sight was the brown haired nurse bend over him and push another needle into his neck.
1900 hours, September 3, 2436 (Military Calendar) / Sol System, North America UNSC Headquarters, Planet Earth.
A darkened room with an oval table, eleven people sit calmly in uniform with a twelth standing behind the group. The heads of section three, better known as ONI the intelligence division, were in meeting. Surrounded by dimly lit grey walls the rulers of earth and almost half of the human worlds were in meeting.
"Begin." Stated the man seated at the head of the table.
"Initial seeding has born an eighty-eight point five percent success rate." Began the standing agent. "So far, seven percent of the failures have been due to behaviour of the host and two percent due to genetic clashes." The agent paused. "All other abortions have been caused by ONI due to defects carried from the host's genetic structure."
"No Questions, Dismissed." Said the commander softly, the agent left the room quickly.
The meeting continued on quietly for a few minutes, before one very important question came up.
"Are we sure on how long they should live?" asked the man third from the end. He'd launched several other important questions in the last few minutes, but this one was the most important of all.
"We have... an estimate."