*A manhole grate in a quiet street slowly lifts, and I cautiously emerge. Alarms and sirens blare and wail from the Insane Asylum in the background*
I have returned.
"So, anyways, then I said 'Lady, if you wanted the parking space so bad, you should have-'" The Commander was cut off by the sudden realization that in the blink of an eye, his surroundings had instantly changed to something very unfamiliar. Even more pressing, however, were the cuffs that bound his hands together behind his back as he sat kneeled on the floor. "Hey, what the fuck?!"
"That's what I was about to say..." ST AR-15's voice sounded from beside him.
"What the hell happened? How long have I been out?!" The Commander frantically asked.
"That's what I was about to ask, too." STAR replied, giving her bindings a fruitless tug.
"Commander...AR-15?..." A familiar voice sounded from the other side of the Commander.
The Commander turned to the source of the voice to find a brown haired T-Doll with a distinctive green stripe running down her hair knelt beside him, bound in the same restraints.
"M4?! You too?..." The Commander asked dejectedly.
M4A1 gave a slow nod, her eyes glued to the floor in front of her.
The Commander grunted in frustration. "What the fuck is going on? Star and I were sitting back in Berlin talking about nothing, and then all of the sudden, I just blink and now we're all here tied up like this."
An ominous cackle sounded from the shadows before the captured trio as a young man wearing a lab-coat stepped into the light, an arrogant smile plastered on his face. "Surprised, Commander? Thanks to the new advances in Relic Technology, I have managed to instantly teleport all three of you to the inside of the Avernus!"
"You know, I would be, but considering all of the absolute bullshit you and your goons have been pulling lately, I can't say I am. This is pretty on brand with the way things have been going lately."
STAR nodded. "Yeah, to be honest, I kind of checked out and stopped trying to make sense of things when you brought in that invincible child and the teleporting sword bitch."
"And what's with the floating base in the middle of one of the most radioactive regions on the continent? Yeah, no, the only surprise here is that you don't have a massive scar over one of your eyes and didn't introduce yourselves to us while sitting in a chair stroking a cat."
William erupted into laughter. "Is that what you really think of me, Commander? A super-villain from an old spy movie?"
"An eccentric German scientist residing in a secret base with his own private army conducting inhumane research in pursuit of the development of some kind of super-weapons with aspirations for world domination? Yeah, I'd say I'm pretty on the mark if I say so myself."
William let out another chuckle. "Stupid American thinks he's an action hero. You think you can just dive into something you know nothing about, shoot lots of bad guys, kill the big boss, the day is saved, and the world cheers."
"I know that you're a fucking lunatic, and that's good enough for me to believe that the world would be a better place without you."
"Would it really, Commander? Do you really believe that I am the source of all of the world's problems? It is not I who plunged this world into chaos and disorder, Commander. I am merely a researcher, even without me, your politicians and war-profiteers would be fighting one another with sticks and clubs. All I do is create, it is not I who uses these creations for evil."
"In that case, it's going to be my boot that rams those 'creations' of yours up your ass, not me."
William shook his head and scoffed. "Commander, surely by now even you have realized that you can't solve every problem looking down the sight of a gun. If you can believe it or not, we both want the same thing, where we differ is our methods."
"We both want the same thing, huh? Then why don't you go ahead and shoot yourself and spare us the bother."
William scoffed once again. "You really do think you're in some kind of old Hollywood movie, don't you? Very well, we can save the rest of this conversation for after my servants track down those bothersome rats you have scurrying around my base. I'm sure even a brute like you would be willing to listen to reason after I've shattered your hope for a last minute rescue in front of you."
"Wait, why can't you just use your teleportation power to bring them here like you did us?" STAR asked.
William went on a lengthy ramble, something about ranges, frequencies, ancient alien space magic, it all flew over the Commander's head, though he wasn't really paying all that much attention, instead focusing his energy on discretely fishing for the multitool in his back pocket...
RO635 panted desperately as she stormed back down the staircase, making a beeline straight towards the bulkhead that SOP-II had sealed between them. As she approached it, she realized there were no sounds coming from the other side of it. Her heart sunk in her chest as a cold sweat ran down her forehead.
"SOP-II! Are you there?!" RO cried out, not caring the least for her own safety.
No response.
"SOP-II! Open this door right now!" RO continued to cry out, her voice breaking in her desperation.
RO's heart raced as she immediately connected to the door's controls and remotely released the lock. The door's lock clicked open, and RO immediately threw the door wide open, training her gun on the opening.
The floor was littered with bodies, the stench of death filled the still air as RO slowly made her way through the piles upon piles of perforated and dismembered corpses, desperately scanning the graveyard for any trace of her companion.
RO was just about to reach the other side of the room when suddenly a figure jumped straight out in front of her.
"OOGA BOOGA BOOGA!" The silver-haired figure cried out as it waved its silver arms in front of her.
RO shrieked as she jumped back, but quickly noticed the streaks of blood running down the figure's arms, temples, and neck.
"AH HA HA HA! GOTCHA!" The figure suddenly called out in a cheerful, playful voice that RO would recognize anywhere.
"SOP-II! For God's sake!" RO snapped as she clutched her chest.
"Oh come on, you should have seen the look on your face!" SOP-II continued to chuckle as she shook off the dismembered arms she had been wearing like gloves, and peeled off the face she had been wearing over hers, as well as the scalp that she had been wearing as a 'hat'. RO shuddered internally as the face belonging to Bramedb plopped to the floor like a wet napkin.
"I take it Miss Bramedb is no longer with us..." RO said after catching her breath.
"Yeah, you were right about her, she is a complete pushover in close combat. Once I took care of her lackeys, she was no trouble at all." SOP-II gave the mangled corpse at her feet a light kick. Although its face was torn off, one could easily tell its expression was contorted into one of raw agony and terror. "...Hey, where's Ange? You said you were going to go get her!"
"It's...complicated, I'll explain later. Right now, we need to get out of here and report everything we know about this place to the Commander."
"Has there been any word from Architect or Mona's teams?"
"No, I gave the order to pull back though, so we can't expect any help from them whatever their situation is."
"So, we're on our own?" SOP-II's face turned solemn.
"Not quite, I got in touch with M16, apparently Statesec has a contact inside the base. If we can covertly make contact with her, she may be able to sneak us out of here."
"Well, at least we have two less of those Nytos to deal with." SOP-II's voice perked back up as she triumphantly made her way to another mutilated corpse. "This one didn't even put up a fight! Once I jumped her, all she did was scream for me to stop over and over. I think they must have used up all the good parts on all the other ones." SOP-II continued cackling.
As SOP-II rolled over the corpse with her foot, a pit formed in RO's stomach as she slowly analyzed the body...
Silver hair styled into a bob cut, pale brown eyes, a loose gown that wouldn't be out of place on a hospital patient, but most damning of all was the weapon next to her corpse - an RPK-16.
"Oh, come on, what's that look for RO? I didn't rip her up that badly! You're getting more squeamish than M4 used to be-"
"SOP-II...that...was our contact..." RO uttered uneasily.
SOP-II's expression turned dire as she instantly understood the situation. "Ah crap..."
Angelia groaned groggily as she slowly opened her eyes. As she slowly came to her senses, she realized that instead of the familiar sight of the ceiling of her cell, she was waking up to something different. Ange tried to sit herself up, only for her wrists and ankles to catch resistance. She turned to find that her arms and legs were bound in steel restraints that were attached to the metal slab she was laying on.
"Wake up, Miss Angelia." A familiar voice called out from the observation room. "It seems we meet once again..."
"I can't say I think too much of the...'hospitality' you've got here." Ange replied, giving her restraints a brief tug.
"Still a smartass, I see. I'm looking forward to seeing you realize that your jokes won't be able to save you, it's always fun breaking the comedians."
The metal slab suddenly canted upwards with a mechanical whirr and slowly spun around to face Ange's tormentor.
Even with her face obscured in the shadows, Ange could easily figure out who she was dealing with. "Morridow..."
"Isn't this a nice little reunion we're having here?"
Morridow slowly stepped out of the shadows obscuring her face, but when she did, Ange's eyes suddenly widened in shock before she burst out laughing.
"Pfffft! Huh-Aha! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Morridow broke out into a cold sweat as she watched Ange roar with laughter. Did father not cover that up, even after giving her all of her enhancements?! He must not have...Was it to remind her of her previous failure?...
"Wha-Pffffhahaha! What happened to your face?! Did-Did the Commander do that? Pfffft!"
Morridow seethed, her hands balled into fists as she recalled the memory...
Outskirts of Berlin, Germany, a short while after the conclusion of Operation Mirror Stage...
The back of Morridow's head slammed onto the concrete floor with considerable force as the chair she was bound to was knocked backwards, causing her ears to start ringing. Without a single moment of respite, ST AR-15's boot slammed against her face hard enough to cause it to contort.
"Damn it, Star, be careful. If you break her jaw, this will really be a waste of time." The Commander called out from the background.
Paying no mind to him, STAR glared down on the captive Nyto. "Tell us the details concerning Operation Cocoon and the identity of the man known as 'Father'."
"What answers would you like to these questions? Let me think...hmm...The aim of Operation Cocoon is to destroy Berlin, and Father is Kryuger. That's the name, right? Of your PMC Boss?-"
STAR slammed the stock of her rifle into Morridow's temple, bouncing her head off of the floor. Morridow, however, was completely unfazed, instead giving an amused cackle at STAR's outburst.
"Forget it, Star. She does have a point, we'd have to cross-reference anything she tells us with what M4 digs out of her head anyways." The Commander spoke up.
"I know, but she-"
"She is trying to get you to smash up her core before M4 can look inside of it." The Commander cut her off as he made his way over to Morridow, and haphazardly pivoted the chair back upright.
Morridow cackled as she swung forward into her restraints, the bindings cutting into her arms and torso as the momentum pressed her into them. "Ooooh, I felt that. Little tense, aren't we Commander?"
Ignoring Morridow's provocation, the Commander turned to Star.
"I've dealt with people like this before, Star, back when I was in Latin America. The Cartel Buchons, and their high ranking Sicarios, they had ways of dulling their pain receptors, even when they weren't fucked up on drugs. You could break every bone in their body and cut off whatever bits you wanted, and they wouldn't even flinch. The lower-end Sicarios, well, even when they did know something worth a damn, the fact is even the 'less civilized' methods we could get away with couldn't hold a candle to what their buddies would do to them when they found out that they talked."
The Commander turned to Morridow.
"Of course, keeping quiet didn't save them. It never took long for them to disappear after we handed them over to the Federales, most of the time that was it, they'd completely vanish from the face of the earth. Their mothers will be sitting in the nursing home wondering if they ever even had a son or if its just their dementia setting in. We'd find them sometimes, though, doing a raid on some warehouse and finding them half-dissolved in a drum full of chemicals. We even found a couple of them still alive, of course, by the time we got to them, well, all you could really do for them was put a bullet in their head and end it quickly for them...No, Star, I think killing her now would be the biggest mercy you could give to her. She's already a corpse if her 'Father' has anything to say about it."
"You don't know Father." Morridow spoke up, her hands tensing slightly.
"I've seen enough of how he works to say that I know his type, Morridow. You know he's already making plans to replace you, I'd go as far as saying that the only reason your buddies even showed up when you sent your little signal was because they didn't trust you to keep your mouth shut. If they get a hold of you, all they'll do is figure out exactly how much you told us, and then they're going to make an example as to what happens to fuck-ups like you who let their 'Father' down. Face it, Morridow, whether we kill you here or your buddies find some way to spring you from us - you're a dead woman walking."
Morridow's face was smiling arrogantly, but the straight jacket she was bound in bulged slightly at the sides from her hands balling into fists. "So what, are you saying you'll protect me if I talk, is that it? Don't make me laugh, you couldn't even protect my poor dear sister, even though you wanted to oh-so-much."
The Commander silently glared straight into Morridow's eyes.
STAR scoffed. "Can I re-arrange this bitch's face yet? I won't damage anything important."
The Commander's eyes fell upon the straight line that STAR had cut deeply into Morridow's forehead.
"You know, Star...That gives me an idea."
"Oh?" STAR asked.
"Yeah, pass me that knife of yours...She might not feel any physical pain...But I can make it so she has to live with a different kind of pain."
"Oh-ho, this should be good." Morridow cackled.
The Commander grinned slightly in response.
"Star...Hold Miss Morridow's head nice and still for me."
A few minutes later...
The Commander pulled the knife back as it dribbled with blood. "Well, it's not the best that it could have been...Maybe if I had been a Marine, it would have turned out perfectly, that's the one thing I will give them credit for."
STAR released Morridow's head and made her way back to the Commander's side, looking upon his handiwork. "Oh my god, Commander..."
"Come on now, she was always a dickhead, I'm just making sure everyone who looks at her sees it now."
STAR stifled back laughter as she shook her head.
Morridow anxiously shifted in her bindings. "Okay, what? What did you do to me?!"
"Oh, getting a little impatient are we?" The Commander mocked.
"I just want to see what your pitiful attempt at torture looks like, come on, show it, make me laugh!" Morridow snarled unconvincingly.
The Commander and STAR both held back their laughter. "Star, get me my Command tablet."
STAR quickly grabbed the Commander's tablet off a nearby table and handed it to him. The Commander quickly opened up the Camera and switched it to front-facing mode.
Hiding the tablet behind his back, the Commander walked up to Morridow. "And the results...of the extreme makeover!" The Commander dramatically pulled the Tablet out from behind his back and shoved it in her face.
Morridow gazed upon her reflection, and her eyes quickly fell upon her forehead, where an image of a penis had been deeply carved into it.
Morridow's eyes filled with raw hatred and disgust "You..."
The look on Morridow's face sent Commander and STAR into a burst of laughter.
"Oh yeah, come on! Laugh! LAUGH! YOU WON'T BE LAUGHING WHEN I FUCKING KILL YOU!"
Morridow's outburst only intensified STAR and the Commander's laughter.
"YOU THINK I'M A FUCKING JOKE?! I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT I WAS TOP OF MY CLASS IN THE ELITE RANKING NYTOS! I HAVE BEEN INVOLVED IN COUNTLESS MISSIONS ALL OVER THE CONTINENT, AND I HAVE KILLED OVER THREE. HUNDRED. PEOPLE JUST LIKE YOU!"
The Commander and STAR only continued laughing.
"I AM EXPERTLY TRAINED IN GUERILLA WARFARE, AND I AM THE TOP MARKSMAN IN ALL OF PARADEUS!"
The Commander and STAR's faces began turning red from laughter.
"YOU THINK YOU'RE SOMETHING SPECIAL?! YOU ARE NOTHING! NOTHING TO ME BUT JUST ANOTHER TARGET! WHEN I GET FREE OF THESE RESTRAINTS, I WILL WIPE YOU THE FUCK OUT WITH PRECISION THE LIKES OF WHICH HAS NEVER BEEN SEEN BEFORE ON THIS EARTH! YOU'D BETTER PREPARE FOR THE STORM, MAGGOTS! THE STORM THAT WIPES OUT THE PATHETIC LITTLE THING CALLED 'YOUR LIVES'! YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD, YOU LITTLE PISSANTS! I CAN BE ANYWHERE, ANYTIME, AND I CAN KILL YOU OVER SEVEN HUNDRED WAYS JUST WITH MY BARE HANDS! NOT ONLY AM I EXTENSIVELY TRAINED IN UNARMED COMBAT, BUT I HAVE ACCESS TO THE ENTIRE ARSENAL OF PARADEUS AND YOU'D BETTER BELIEVE I WILL USE IT TO THE FULL EXTENT TO WIPE YOUR MISERABLE ASSES OFF THE FACE OF THE CONTINENT, YOU LITTLE SHITS! IF ONLY YOU COULD KNOW WHAT UNHOLY RETRIBUTION YOUR 'CLEVER' LITTLE PRANK WOULD BRING DOWN UPON YOU, MAYBE YOU WOULD HAVE THOUGHT TWICE, BUT YOU COULDN'T, YOU DIDN'T, AND YOU ARE GOING TO PAY THE FUCKING PRICE!"
The more Morridow raved and ranted, the harder STAR and the Commander laughed.
Just then, the door swung open, RO and M4A1 briskly strode into the room.
"Okay, what's all the ruckus about?" RO asked before she turned to Morridow and instantly saw the source of the commotion. "...Jesus Christ...I really can't leave you two alone for five minutes, can I?"
"RO, I-PFFFFHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" The Commander wheezed out.
RO massaged her nose-bridge and sighed heavily. "I feel like I'm surrounded by kids..."
"The Avernus", Present Day...
Ange's laughter continued, as well as Morridow's seething.
"Laugh all you want, Ange...but in a couple of minutes, I will at least have all of my pieces. You will not be able to say the same for yourself, though you won't be saying much of anything at all after this."
"Do you really expect for your threats to make me talk?" Ange's laughter began to subside.
"Talk? No, Miss Angelia, I expect you to die."
"And what's your dear Father going to say about that?"
Morridow grinned. "Father has no further use for you, our glorious new relic tech has allowed him to capture that Commander with ease. You've proven to be too stubborn and simple minded for Father's plans, but perhaps that Commander will be of more use to us. I would have loved to catch up with you, but you've proven to be more of a headache than your worth. You're not even worth sticking around to watch your slow, agonizing death at the hands of my laser, so this is goodbye. Have a nice death, Ange."
With that, Morridow slammed a big red button on the console in front of her, the shutters to the observation room slammed shut as the metal slab Ange was bound to oriented itself with the barrel of some kind of emitter on the ceiling.
With an unsettling whirr, the emitter began to charge up.
"Not good..." Ange uttered as the emitter began to glow red.
Suddenly, a red laser beam pulsed out of the emitter, cutting into the slab between Ange's ankles, and very slowly began moving towards Ange's torso.
"...Seriously?..."
After a few seconds, Ange turned to the shadowy figure standing in the corner of the chamber. "Koleda...any time now."
"Aw, but you look so comfortable there." 'Koleda' chuckled.
Ange sighed. "Well, it's good to see that your Neural Cloud is definitely intact, now come on Twelve, get me out of this thing."
AK-12 continued to chuckle. "It looks so fitting for you though, Miss Jane Bond...Or no, what was that other one? That American Cartoon? Ah! Kim Possible!"
Ange groaned as she threw her head back against the slab.
"Ahahaha! You used to watch that show, didn't you?"
"Twelve, shut the fuck up."
"Angelia Possible...Secret Agent Ange...Double-oh Ange...Angelia Powers...Tch, I can't think of anything that rolls off the tongue. We are definitely getting you a spy name once this is over, though."
Ange sighed once again. "You know I hate you, right?"
12 laughed cheerfully as her eyes turned to the emitter. "Alright, alright, let's get this thing turned off, we'd may as well stuff you in a Doll frame if you lost anymore parts."
After a brief silence, the emitter powered off with a dejected whirr. Although the laser was moving slow enough that the line it was cutting through the slab had only barely made it up to knee level, Ange still felt compelled to sigh in relief.
Suddenly, however, the slab jerked to the side and began wildly spinning and canting out of control.
"Whoooaaaaa- Hey, what did you do?!" Ange cried out.
"I er...may need to get used to this new system my Neural Core is hooked up to...ehehe." AK-12 nervously laughed as she frantically jacked herself back into the controls for the laser.
Suddenly, the slab stopped moving - only for the laser emitter itself to start careening out of control in the same fashion before aligning itself with Ange's torso.
"Oh crap..." Ange uttered in a panic.
A short burst shot out from the emitter, nailing Ange's metallic prosthetic arm, which deflected the small beam. The beam bounced off the angled ceiling before striking an angled pillar in the room and bounced it back directly towards Ange. The beam slammed straight into the restraint over Ange's left arm, knocking it open and reflecting the beam to the ceiling, which it bounced off of once again and shot directly into the restraint over Ange's right arm, breaking it open as well and sending the beam bouncing into another angled pillar. The beam nailed the restraint over Ange's right ankle, flew into the ceiling, and broke open the restraint over Ange's left ankle. Ange's relief of finally being free was nulled by the laser bouncing off of the adjacent wall and flying straight towards her. Ange dove off of the slap and skillfully rolled to safety just in the nick of time as the beam passed over her and bounced off of the opposite wall, before flying straight into the laser itself. The laser sparked and spewed violently before bursting into flames and exploding, knocking out power to the room and somehow opening the door leading out of the chamber.
Ange quickly jumped to her feet and looked upon the destroyed contraption that she had escaped from. "Hope it's still under warranty, William!"
RO continued to gaze upon the body of Pandora. "Seriously, SOP-II, what am I going to do with you? I can't believe you've gone and killed our contact..."
"Hey, it wasn't my fault, she should have said something!" SOP-II replied defensively.
"What, SOP-II? What could she have said?" RO snapped?
"Errrr...'Don't tear off my arms and beat me to death with the wet ends, I'm your contact'?"
"Damn it, SOP-II! This isn't a joke!"
"Hey, who's laughing? I'm just saying, the system was flawed. Next time she should wear a name-tag...or a wig or something..."
"There's not going to be a next time because you smashed a hole straight through her core!" RO snapped again.
"Fine, I'll fix it." SOP-II sighed before grabbing one of Pandora's severed arms.
Struggling due to the rigor-mortis, SOP managed to pry her fingers open with an unsettling snap and jammed the grip of the RPK into them.
RO shook her head and sighed. "That's...not going to work this time, SOP-II."
"Look, just call Sixteen and find out who our backup contact is."
RO groaned. "I hate you so much right now..." RO turned and moved her hand to her earpiece. "Aeneas-1 to Black-box, come in."
"I read you Aeneas-1, send traffic." RO's earpiece chimed
"Black-box, we, uh...wouldn't happen to have a 'Backup Contact', would we?"
"Backup Contact? What are you talking about?"
"You know, the one we call when the first one dies."
An awkward silence followed.
"...Pandora is dead?"
"Psst, say it was friendly fire." SOP-II whispered in RO's other ear.
"Shut up." RO hissed back. "...She...got hit with friendly fire."
"You guys shot her?!" M16 snapped.
"Not exactly..."
"Well, then, how exactly did she get hit with 'friendly fire'?"
"Her face...ran into my fist...about a dozen or so times..." SOP-II hesitantly chimed in.
M16 planted her face into her palm on the other end of the channel. "Oh, Jesus...Just...find somewhere safe. I'll come to you."
"Psst, Commander." M4 nudged the Commander with her elbow, snapping him out of the doze he had entered while William rambled on about the relic teleporter thingy.
Finally, William appeared to have finished his ramble.
"So...where was I? Ah yes, our methods." William continued. "It is true that I have done many reprehensible things in pursuit of my goals, and I will even admit that perhaps I was wrong to go as far as I did. But, it was all in the greater interest of humanity, Commander. The lives I took are but a spec compared to the lives I will save! My research will bring humanity out of this dark age, and will uplift them into something greater than we had ever thought possible. You seem to think of me as some kind of villain, Commander. One who kills people for no reason at the drop of a hat, who relishes in the suffering of others and has no regard for anyone's lives, not even the people aligned with him, who only creates and builds these cruel contraptions just maim and kill, but I can assure you that-"
The door to Williams chamber suddenly swung open. A Nyto holding a tray with a teacup and kettle strode into the room and made her way to William's side. "Your tea, father." The Nyto bowed elegantly, presenting the tray to William.
"Excellent timing, have those rats been taken care of?" William asked.
"Not yet, but the OSHA inspectors did arrive on schedule."
"I take it they have been properly disposed of?"
"Yes, Father. We've thrown one of them into the Megalodon tank. The other, we've found it necessary to make an example by sending him to the Penis Explosion Chamber."
"Hold on - the what now?!" The Commander interrupted suddenly.
Suddenly, a muffled shriek sounded from far down the corridor outside.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
BOOM
A concerned expression formed on the Commander's face as an awkward silence filled the room. "Jesus..."
William turned back to the Nyto and continued. "Excellent work, we won't need to worry about being served a notice of closure this late into our plans.
William grabbed the teacup and the kettle and poured himself a cup of tea.
"Would you like some milk or sugar with-"
"NO!" William explosively bellowed out before yanking a gold-plated Desert Eagle out of his coat.
BANG BANG BANG
The Nyto shrieked as three rounds of .50 AE blasted through her torso, and she dropped to the ground writhing in agony.
BANG BANG BANG BANG
William rapidly emptied the rest of the magazine into the Nyto's head until the slide locked to the rear. William then violently pegged the empty pistol straight at the remnants of her head, a wet crunch sounding as the gun slammed into it.
"Pst, Star." The Commander took the opportunity granted by William collecting himself from his sudden outburst of rage to quickly pass the multitool to STAR behind his back.
After a few long, deep breaths, William turned back to the Commander.
"So, what? You going to shoot me too?" The Commander asked flippantly.
"Of course not, Commander. You see, you have proven yourself to be a very stubborn thorn in my side, and your persistence has not gone unnoticed. I believe that your potential is being wasted buzzing around my head like a bothersome fly...No Commander, I believe that you were destined for so much more."
The Commander's eyes turned to the dead Nyto. "If this is how you treat your own employees, you can definitely count me out. Your life insurance policy probably sucks too, let alone your worker's comp."
"You misunderstand, Commander. You won't be just a mere employee of mine, it would be as if you were my own brethren."
"Yeah, well - No thanks, 'bro'."
"I'm afraid your position doesn't grant you the privilege of saying 'no', Commander...Now that I have both you and Lunasia here with me, you are going to perform one simple task for me...You see, you are definitely special Commander...your genes would be perfect specimens indeed..."
"Okay, what the hell are you talking about?" The Commander's eyebrow raised.
"It is simple Commander...I need you...to fuck my sister."
If the Commander was drinking something, he would have sprayed it all over the carpet at that moment.
"W-What?!" The Commander and M4A1 cried out in unison
William suddenly violently seized the Commander by the shoulders, his bloodshot eyes bulging out of his skull. "FUCK MY SISTER, COMMANDER! THE OBERSTEIN BLOODLINE MUST CONTINUE!"
"Hey! Let go of me you freak!" The Commander cried out.
"YOU'RE NOT CONVINCED, HUH?! FINE! I'LL SHOW YOU THE TRUE POWER OF THE OBERSTEIN BLOODLINE!"
William suddenly pulled out a Syringe labeled 'CR-Virus' and injected it straight into his neck. William cried out in pain as he fell to his knees, violently convulsing.
STAR's restraints suddenly clicked open. "I got it! Hold on, Commander!"
STAR rushed over to the Commander and quickly picked his cuffs open, and followed suit with M4A1.
As the trio were getting themselves free, William's shirt violently ripped open as massive muscles the size of boulders grew on arms, growing so big that William's head looked akin to a tennis ball on top of a refrigerator.
"Is this a fucking joke?!" The Commander cried out.
"THE. BLOODLINE. MUST. CONTINUE. COMMANDER!" William roared before he jumped in the air, soaring across the room to a massive sculpture in the middle, which seemed to be little more than a giant boulder, and began slamming his fists against it.
"HRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" William cried out as he pounded the boulder with his fists, knocking it loose of its mounting and sending it rolling off of its display.
The boulder slammed on the ground with a massive thud, shaking the floor as it slowly began to roll forward.
"JESUS CHRIST!" The Commander cried out, something about the way he had said that gave him an unnerving sense of deja-vu.
William jumped down from the display and landed behind the boulder, before he continued slamming his fists into it in a series of hooks and uppercuts.
"Guys...RUN!" STAR cried out as the boulder began to gain momentum.
The trio quickly turned and began sprinting down the staircase behind them as the boulder tumbled down the stairs after them, panting and grunting as the massive rock slowly gained on them. Somehow, this all felt familiar to the Commander...
They reached the bottom of the staircase in just the nick of time, and quickly dove into a doorway to the side just as the boulder smashed into the wall at the bottom.
The Commander sat up and began dusting himself off. "I think your bro has a few screws loose, M."
M4 gave him the stink eye as she sat up. "He is not my brother."
STAR groaned as she sat herself up. "Tell me you're carrying, Commander..."
"I've got my USP 9 on me."
"Great...How much ammo did you bring?"
"I have one California-Compliant magazine."
"Ten Rounds?! Are you fucking kidding me?!"
"Hey, it's H&K, these mags cost an arm and a leg, I haven't been paid since before Sector 11, and Kalina's credit card is back at the base."
"Tch, cheap bastard." STAR scoffed.
"I'd rather be that than be the girl who's maxed out like five credit cards, how's that bike project coming along?"
"Fuck you."
The Commander cackled as STAR scoffed once again.
"When you two are done...We've got a problem." M4 spoke up, her eyes fixated on the silhouettes of the squad of Strelets projected on the wall further down the hallway.
STAR turned back to the doorway and looked upon the boulder blocking the entrance to the staircase. "So, what now?"
The Commander took a deep breath. "I'd hate to say it, but we're sandwiched alright."
A/N: This was originally going to be a one-shot shitpost, but at almost 6,000 words in, I feel it necessary to split it into parts.
Anyways, I'm off to marathon the Resident Evil games again and hopefully get some more inspiration on how to make this story as gloriously stupid as I can.