Journal of Doctor George Muller
Date: July 31 2017
It is a disaster, a complete and total disaster. C.C. is gone, stolen from us from those confounded Eleven Terrorists. I do not know who was in charge of security here but I will have their head on stick before the week is out. If Prince Clovis doesn't have mine first, I suppose though I should back up and record the entire events.
The procedure began without any problem. Due to the nature of it both C.C. and 4479 were put into a cationic state. Once we had established proper connections between the two, we began the experiment. In the beginning all vital signs were good and the cells were reacting as expected, suddenly 4479's reading spiked and he began to go into cardiac arrest. We attempted to stabilize him when suddenly his vitals seemed to stop, in that time a horrendous noise seemed to fill the air, driving most of us our knees. Almost immediately after that, the Elevens burst in. I only small amounts of their accursed language but it sounded to me that they had no idea what they stole, they seemed to think it was some sort of container for gas, the fools, but now they are gone it is left to me to salvage this mess. General Bartley has already called out the army and gone after the terrorists I can only hope they find them. On 4479's condition, that remains to be seen, though for the moment he has stabilized. I can only hope he survives, with C.C. gone my supply of fresh cells will not last long if spread among all the others. He now the only viable candidate for this experiment, may he pull thorough this.
-A scrap of paper left in an abandoned Terrorist Hideout-
I'm not sure why I'm bothering to record this but the circumstances of it are so odd that I feel that it is important to leave some record of it in case it should come up again. Today my comrades and I attacked what we believe to be a Britannia Chemical Weapons Lab. From the very beginning something seemed off about the mission. The guards seemed to be almost in a daze when we came upon them as if there was a ton of noise in the air and they couldn't think straight because of it. As soon as we entered the building we felt as though we were being lead or guided through the halls. When we reached the room where this large tank like device was, the scientists around it were in a state of shock. We thought there might have some sort of chemical leak but now I'm not so sure. Even as we left I couldn't help but feel as though something was calling us back, begging us not to leave it behind. Now as we rush back toward our hideaway in the ghettos I hurriedly write this record. I don't know what happened in there but the memory of it still makes my skin crawl. Something else was in that room, and whatever it was, it needs to stay in there.