The room I'm in is dark. The only light source is the lamp hanging on the ceiling. I'm sitting at a table handcuffed to the chair. A boy about my age, about twelve to thirteen, is sitting opposite from me. Out of nowhere, several men appear all around the table. One man comes over and places a revolver on the table, another man unlocks our handcuffs. This isn't going to be good, I thought to myself.
I instantly wake up by a knock at my door. Opening the door, I see Claes standing there.
"Good morning Nick.", says Claes.
"Yeah, good morning.", I say half asleep.
"Ready to go?", asks Claes.
"Yeah, lets go.", I say.
"So, about last night.", says Claes.
"Wait, what happened?", I ask surprised.
"Do you not remember?", asks Claes.
"Not really. Was it bad?", I ask.
"No, not for you. You were telling us about where you were from, then you blanked out and stared straight forward right at Triela. She thought she was doing something wrong and almost had a heart attack.", said Claes.
"Yeah, sorry about that.", I say feeling bad about what happened.
"Don't worry, you even showing up was enough to satisfy us.", says Claes. "We are here."
Finally reaching our destination, we enter a large white door. Entering, we meet several scientists. Dr. Bianchi and a new doctor named Dr. Giliani walk to us.
"Hello Claes.", says Dr. Bianchi.
"Hello doctor.", says Claes.
"Lets get started.", says Dr. Giliani.
They hand me clothes for me to change in to. "Enter the next room when you're ready.", says Dr. Giliani. Entering the next room in an Under Armour shirt and PT shorts that I got from the Marine Corps.
"Glad you can come commander.", says Chief Lorenzo.
"No problem. Is that him?", asks Commander Bradley.
"Yes, we are going to test him before we activate him.", says Chief Lorenzo.
"Good to go.", says Commander Bradley.
"First, we are going to test your strength.", says Dr. Giliani through the speaker. I give a thumbs up.
Power cleaning the unknown weighted barbell, I raise it over my head and drop it to the ground.
"Are you sure you didn't modify his body?", asks Dr. Bianchi.
"Why, how much was that?", asks Chief Lorenzo.
"That was over 700 lbs, almost a ton.", says Dr. Giliani astonished.
"Damn, how old is he commander?", asks Chief Lorenzo.
"He's only 16.", says Commander Bradley. Chief Lorenzo falls silent.
"Lets test his reflexes next.", says Dr. Giliani to Dr. Bianchi. "Alright.", says the other doctor.
Not giving a warning, a 50 lbs ball is shot directly at Nick at 70 miles an hour. He quickly dodges the ball by merely an inch.
"His reflexes are off the charts!", says Dr. Bianchi in amazement. "And he didn't recieve any drugs or conditioning at all."
"No, he's a regular boy not modified in any way.", says Commander Bradley.
"Lets move on to his gun proficiency.", says Chief Lorenzo.
As I head to the kill house in full combat gear, I'm told to use my pistol, a Colt 1911 I also got from the Marines. I step to the starting line and everyone is watching me with anticipation."3...2...1...Go!", says the personnel in charge. I storm in the first room and shoot all 3 targets in the bullseye. Next room, I fire at the next 5 targets all in the bullseye before reloading. Last room, I don't shoot the first target because it's marked "friendly", and shoot the last target twice in the bullseye. I finish in 18 seconds, shattering the lowest time of 35 seconds held by Triela.
"That settles it, we are activating him as soon as possible.", says Chief Lorenzo.
"As long as my agency can cooperate with yours, you can use him.", says Commander Bradley.
"Deal.", says Chief Lorenzo and Commander Bradley shaking hands.