Collab Post from unseenshadow2 (Anthony "Tony" Onino (Toxic)) and MaliceInWonderland (TrickShot/ Lola "Lolly" Cervantes)
Atlantic City, New Jersey:
Toxic looked down at the knocked out woman in a hospital gown through his mask. "What the hell did you bring me?" He questioned the dealer that stood before him. The dealer swallowed. "Well, Boss, I saw this girl, she ain't like nothing I've ever seen, Took out four guys." He said and then looked at the girl. He knew she didn't look like much but he saw it with his own eyes. "It was crazy." He said rubbing the back of his neck. "She kinda went cray though, started scratching at herself but it just healed right up, but she kinda knocked herself out during the thing..." He sighed, knowing he sounded insane himself.
Toxic took the knife that his guard wore at all times from its solem sheath. Grabbing the blade of the combat knife with his gloved hand, he held the handle out to the nervious dealer. "You know better than to just bring me empty claims and expect me to believe them. Prove what you have." Toxic spoke, his voice sounding slightly deeper than normal as he thrust the handle even closer to the man before him.The dealer gulped, gingerly taking the knife. He looked at the girl, blood rimming her closed eyes. He didn't know what to do as he approached her cautiously. He knelled down, the knife shaking in his hand and just as he went to press the blade against the soft skin of her arm. Her eyes sprang open and she spun out of his reach and to her feet. She stood like a trapped animal, breathing hard and ragged, her hands clenched at her side. "Where am I!?" She hissed, her eyes darting around the room, eying each of the men before landing on Toxic. "Who are you?!"
Looking over at his guard, Toxic spoke a simple line "Put just one round in her." With that phrase the guards pistol shot from its holster roaring with a single round screaming for her leg.She darted forward, the bullet catching her thigh but she kept moving, grabbing the guard at her front , her hands closing around his wrists, she yanked his arm downward, turned her body and slammed his elbow over her shoulder, snapping the bone and causing him to drop his weapon. As it fell, she reached out in one swift movement, she snatched the gun out of the air, turned and fired. Dropping three of the men at her left, right and in front. She aimed her gun at the masked man. "Where, am I?" She asked again, as the bullet in her leg spat out and hit the floor. "I don't like repeating myself."
"You didn't need to repeat yourself, I was just testing that nervious shrimp's claims." Toxic said, pointing over at the dealer, who was still holding the knife he had been given earlier. "You're in the Docks district, in a little warehouse. Of course, I care more about replacing those bodies you just took out." He said as his hand swept over to point at the general area of the guards that the woman had taken out. Toxic then shot a glance to the dealer, followed by "Get my guard to the doc."
She looked at the scared looking man helping the guard with the broken arm. She didn't know what to make of all this, the Docks were not a place a girl wanted to be if she vauled her life so how in the good hell did she end up here. "How did I get here?" She asked a little more calm now, though she was getting antsy, her skin feeling a bit too tight.
"How the hell would I know?" Toxic asked, shrugging his shoulders. He walked over to the desk sitting near the far wall from the garage doors, taking a seat in the office chair that looked too small to fit his armor. "The shrimp brought you here. I haven't the faintest were the hell he got you from, or exactly how he haulded you here."
Kidnapped twice in one year, un-freaking- believable. "Un-fucking-believable..."She groaned before her body began to quake, her skin felt like it was crawling. "N-not again."She muttered, She clutched her hand against her chest, as if that would stop the shaking and the itching. "H-Help me..." She pleaded, before the crawling got worse and she started scratching at herself, her nails ripping at her skin, blood rising up from the scratches before they closed again. Her breathing quickened and she dropped to the floor, seizing against the concrete.
Toxic watched what was happening, being reminded of what the dealer had told him. With a swift, and well practiced, movement, Toxic was standing. A few moments later and he was standing over the woman. "Night, night." He spoke as the small, yellow mist came from the tips of his fingers. It was little more than a sleeping gas, but he wouldn't have to worry about damaging the strange woman. After "tossing" some of the gas at her, Toxic walked back over to his desk. He ripped a small piece of paper from a notepad before writing "Warehouse 13-26, Toxic" and walking back over to the woman. Carefully folding the paper and placing it in her pocket. Toxic then strolled over to the door to his back, knocking on it three times. "Yes sir?" Came a voice from the other side. "Put the lass somewhere nice."
Lola awoke in a decent looking motel room. She was grogging and had no idea how she got here but at least this time she awoke on a bed instead of a cell, or a floor. Her head swam a bit as she sat up. Her clothes were still the same, a hospital gown, which meant everything she remember was real. There was blood on her arms, and on her leg, but no scarring. She looked around before sighing outloud. She had to think. She was some sort of freak but she wasn't alone...she had to find her dad. She hoped he was alright, he was in a really bad when that night before work and that was weeks ago. She got to a phone and dailed. There was no answer for a while before it went to voice mail. She huffed, tapping her foot as she checked her own voicemail. "you have 20 new messages" Lolly looked at the phone before listening to them
By the end of it, she was in tears, the phone clattering to the floor. He didn't make it. Her father had been dead for weeks. She took a moment, wiping her face. She took a deep breath before searching the room, needing something to take her mind off of her father's death. She found nothing really, a table, chairs, whoever put her in this room sprang for cable, that was nice. The room was otherwise empty. Until she checked the closet. There were clothes all in her size, how they came to that knoweldge she really didn't want to think about. They were nice enough, a pair of jeans, some undergarments, a baseball tee, a jacket and some boots. At this point, she'd wear anything but the hosptial gown. She decided then, she'd shower, get dressed and decide what to do from there.
After turning on the water, Lolly removed her clothes, only for a small slip of paper to fall out of the pocket. She cocked her head some before picking it up. She opened it and read. "Toxic?" She inquired allowed. Her went back in her mind, the memory playing behind her eyes like a movie shot in first person. The man in the mask. the last thing she remembered was him standing over her before everything went dark. She set the paper on the sink before taking a much needed shower. Once she finished and dressed, she made her way on foot, in hopes of finidng out somone who may know who this Toxic guy was. But she was in the badlands, a place where if you had any sense, you don't ask questions. So she didn't, she just listened. Her listening led her to a bar, a few men had entered after saying something about work they did for Toxic that got them a huge score. Drugs? Whatever. She took a seat at the bar, ordered water as she was dead broke and hadn't been back to her home yet. She rose the glass to her lips and listened closely to the coversation a little ways away from her.
"Have you ever seen that guy's face?" Asked the one man as the others all shook their heads. Another one looked up and said "I have done over a hundred runs for that guy. All I got is that his stuff just can't be made normally. I have no idea why, or how he is able to make the shit he sells." The one in the middle of the grouped looked to the others before asking "Have any of you even seen what some of the highs of the shit he sells are? One guy I saw just sat their wide eyed, just laughing to the point that he just flopped over, unable to do anything other than laugh. Another guy I saw just passed out. When he woke up a few hours later, he kept talking some weird ass religious shit about have seen six gods." The mens' conversation continued on, droning over the same loop: Money, who Toxic is, what Toxic's drugs did, and who would win at pool.
After a little bit of the droning conversation, Tony walked in. His slightly cheerful gate and happy smile were definately out of place, until he tumbled slightly at got back up. Almost everyone drew the same conclusion, just another drunk looking for a place to drink. This may not have been helped by the fact that his tee shirt was for Dos Equis. With a small bit of stablization from the bar, Tony sat on a stool before turning to Lolly. "How's it goin?" He asked, a slight slir in his voice as he got ready to order, he turned again to her, asking "Want something to drink?"
Lolly looked at him. Something struck her as familar, his height and weight reminded her of someone but his overall disposition was foreign. She scrunched up her nose. "I have something to drink" She said, trying to listen for more about Toxic but didn't get much beyond what she had.
"If you want something a little stronger I foot the bill for someone just to chat with." Tony said, swinging in his chair, almost falling to the ground, before whispering "Most of the people out here don't make good conversation." With a tap of the bar, he took the shot that was given to him and down the hatch it went. His smile and cheer did not seem even the slightest bit phased by the drink, but he began to sway slightly more in the chair. "I don't make for good coversation and I'm not gonna sleep with you." She said, despite really wanting that drink. " It looks like you've had enough anyway." She commented, gesturing to him with her empty water glass.
"It'll be gone if I don't keep drink. The doc says that I metabolize things real fast." Tony said, his slur lessining and his sway slowly leaving as he took another shot, the sway returning almost as soon as the drink went down. "And who said that I wanted to sleep with any one. It's not even night time." He spoke before tumbling back out of the chair and into the biggest guy in the bar. "What the fuck do you think you are doing pip-squeak!" The massive man screemed at Tony. "You sir, need a drink!" Tony replied cheerfully before the man's fist hit him hard enough to send him ragdolling into the bar.
Jumping up nearly immediately after impact. "Oh hell no!" Tony shouted as his body shot at the bigger man. "You did not just make me sober!" He stated as smashed the man with the chair that he had been sitting in just moments ago. After the larger man fell to the floor from the metal chair, Tony walked back over to Lolly, sitting down again. "Three." He said as he threw some money on the table and with a few breaths, his smile was back.
Lolly watched in awe as the man went from drunk to sober, to pissed off and then cheerful all in a matter of moments, but what really struck her was how he was launched across the room and came away without so much as a scratch. She looked at him, scrutinizingly. "I'll take that drink..."
"Change that to four." Tony said as he tossed somemore money on the table. Within another moment, the bartender brought over four shots and took the money from the bar. Without a moments thought, Tony pushed one of the glasses over to Lolly. "Bottoms up." He said as he took the three shots faster than any normal man should, and entering a drucken wable just as many times faster.
Lolly gratefully took the shot, and tossed it back. She was always pretty good at holding her liqior but it was as if she drank water far all the bu that it gave her. She set the glass down and looked at the man. " You're not normal, are you?" She asked and while that question could have been a simple playful jab, she was quite serious. Maybe he was like her, wanting to drink it all away. "I'm Lola, by the way, Lola Cervantes, friends call me Lolly."
"Nice ta meech ya, Lolly." Tony said, swinging his arm carelessly, stopping it before it could hit Lolly. After a single woble and back in his chair, Tony cheerfully said "I'm Tony Onino, and I don't fucking remember what normal is!" His arm remaining out reached, with his hand open. Lolly nodded, with a frown. SHe took his hand anyway. There was something off about this guy-Tony. "So, Tony, if it takes so much for you to get drunk, why bother? I can't seemed to get drunk either and It's beginning to lose it's appeal."
Tony gave off a little laugh before downing another shot. "I'ma lucky. Gettttin drunk ain't the ard purt, is stayin drank." His smile only seemed to widen slightly at the comment. As he sat their, his body seeming to move on its own.Lolly backed up some, having enough of this guy, everything in her screamed for her to fight, attack, but she didn't. " Thanks for the drink, Tony." She said before standing up. She'd find some other way to find out about Toxic, this guy was making her way to uncomfortable. She started heading for the door.
"Aww." Tony said as Lolly left, falling from his chair. "Looks like I have to stumble somewhere else for company." He said as he got up from the floor. He slowly stumbled to the door, eventually leaning on the frame as he looked outside. It was bright. Way too bright. With a reach into his pocket, Tony pulled out a cheap pair of sunglasses that miraculously survived the smashing into the bar. With a moment to look at them, he threw them on, giving him a slightly dorky look.
Lolly made her way across the street, she looked back once at the bar, only to find Tony leaning against the doorframe with an odd pair of sunglasses. She rolled her shoulders and walked, making her way toward her old apartment. It didn't take too long, and walking up the stiars that lead to her place was surprisingly easy, it used to be a real drag and tiring but now, it was almost too easy. She got to her aparetment and reached behind the door number for the spare key that she'd hidden there. She opened the door and home flooded her senses. That lasted all of two seconds when she felt a ping in that back of her skull. Whatever it was, made her duck, bending over backwards to dodge a bullet that came flying her way. She flipped backwards, not entirely sure how she did that and not to concerned with it now. She looked up, still crouched to see about 5 men, filling her apartment. "Lola, You're coming with us." one of them said. "Like hell I am, you tried to kill me." She hissed. "It is a tranquizler." said the main man, holding up his gun "Theirs, however, are not." He told her and she spied all of their weapons. Her muslces tightened in her body, her brain already a few steps ahead, she prepared herself. " You don't want to do this." She said and they all aimed at her, save for the main man. He only rose his chin, as if he didn't see her as anything but a little girl. She'd prove him wrong.
Darting forward, she dropped to her knees as they all began firing. Bullets rang out, zipping by her as she slid on her knees, and slipping underneath the main man. She turned her body, scissoring her legs, and kicking his out rom under him. He fell to the floor, and she climbed atop him, sending the side of her palm into his neck, crushing his windpipe. She got to her feet again, lunging at the men at her left. She caught his face in her hands and whipped his head the wrong direction, snapping his neck. She didn't waist time, going after the next man, who shot at her, his bullets missed as she dodged them, juking like a basketball player. She grabbed his gun from him, and fired, two shots to his chest. Click went the gun, so she turned and tossed it at the head of the man that was coming up behind her. His head jerked back, and she took the oppurtunaity to run up his hcest, and slam him down, she sent her fist into his face, her fist snapping his head left and right, the last swing, knocked his jaw from it's hinge, his neck snapping with a sickening crack. She was then snatched from behind, her arms twisted behind her. She groaned, struggling as she was pulled back and off of the dead man. The man grabbed her by the throat, pressing her against the wall. Gasping, Lolly wrapped her legs around the man's arm and twisted her body, sending them both to the ground. She then used her legs, wrapped them around his neck and squeezed, cutting off his air. He struggled for a bit before going still. Lolly was breathing hard as she climbed off of him, and stood up. Her home was a field of dead bodies and she just knew the cops would be on their way. She quickly got to packing up her stuff in a duffle bag, steeping over bodies as she did so. She pakced clothings, bath stuff and her favorite gun. Her 357 Magnum. She paused to look at it. It was silverplated revovler and her favorite. Her father got it for her for her 16th birthday.
As soon as she heard the sirens she finished up quickly. She grabbed her cellphone, and her keys to her bike. Where her bike even was at this point she had no idea but if she could find it then she had a chance. Luckily, being a stripper, she had cash on hand, the pay from that night, was long gone but she still had plenty stashed around the house. She gathered it all and was out the door, using the fire escape to get away.
She took one last look at her old place and kissed her old life goodbye. She shoved her Magnum into her waistband hiding it behind her shirt and pulled the slip of paper from her pocket. She had to find Toxic. How, she had no idea.
Toxic had returned back to his warehouse. Hopefully Lolly would know enough about the warehouse district to look up the warehouses number that he left her. His attempts to see what she was like only kind of worked. Maybe he should try approaching without faking being drunk? He had time to figure it out, but for now he had other things to do. Adjusting the mask one last time, Toxic walked out of the small changing room that he had in his "office." His next step was the warehouse that he had a doctor without a license set up a makeshift hospital in. It was not the most advanced medical treatment center the world had ever seen, but it was all that his little ring needed to get fixed up without attracting too much attention.
His guard had his whole arm in a cast. Not surprising. "Well, Doc, I doubt that it was all that hard for you." Toxic said, the doctor turning to face the masked man. "It will make a full recovery, but the process could take up to two months, sir." The doctor said, turning back to his other patients. Satisfied with his answer, Toxic went back to his "office," sitting down in the chair.
Now equipt with a phone, it didn't take her long to find the warehouse, her dufflebag slung over her shoulder. She scouted the area. There were armed guards at almost every enterance. She didn't want to fight anymore, not now. She needed help. She's killed more men in the last 12 hours then she' ever hoped to do in her life. She was some sort of monster, and she's been able to kill in ways she never thought possible, and the worse part was she didn't even have to think about it. She took a deep breath and approached one of the guards. "Hey, you don't wanna be here, Missy." said one of the guards. " Yes, I do, Asshole, tell Toxic, I got his message." She said tapping her foot, crossing her arms over her chest. The second guard walked up to them and froze at the sight of her. His friend took notice. " You know this cheeky broad?" He nodded toward Lolly. He nodded. " That's the one, that broke Mason's arm." He said and the other guard looked her up and down. Lolly was skinny little thing, she didn't look like much and most people, even before whatever all this was, didn't take her seriously.
She hated it.
"You need to prove it, Papi?" She asked, her eyebrow shooting up as she looked at him. "No no, We're good, Cmon, I'll take you inside." He said the brighter of the two, and Lolly followed behind him as he lead her to Toxic.
"We'll I'm back, just like you figured I'd be." She said, holding up the note between two fingers. "Now what's the catch?"
"The catch?" Toxic said with a faked questioning tone before leaning back, seeming to be thinking. "Well, I have a little corporation who is trying to study and replicate some of the drugs and toxins that are everyday for me. This is a huge problem. It could cut exponentially into my profits and they could create anti-venoms, something that could be extremely dangerous to me." Toxic sat up, obviously paying more attention to his guest than leaning back in his seat. "I am not going to lie. I have money, connections, and weapons, but alas I am lacking when it comes to people who can handle sabotage. Especially against people who like to play with super-soldier programs."
Toxic now leaned on his desk, his clenching eachother and acting as a point to rest his mask on. "After seeing what you did to Mason, I'm sure that you know that name by now, I am impressed. My proposition is that you go where I ask, you gain cash, and you get an in with a few weapons dealers. If it is a job that needs explosives, I'll provide. Oh, and if I am correct, they might have the machines that Doc might be able to use to help fix that little problem that you have every now and again." As Toxic spoke, his voice still deepened by his mask, he gave off quite the air of confidence. He was certain that anyone who had to be knocked out every now and again to get themselves to stop clawing at their skin would be looking for a little vengence.
Lolly's interest was piqued the moment he said 'super soldier'. Problem was, she wasn't a criminal mastermind, or even that great of a thief. Her dad was...he was a master at it. He was known pretty well in the criminal world but that was ages ago. The thought of her father made her swallow. She couldn't think about that now. She took a breath. "So you think your 'Doc' can figure out how to fix me?" She asked incredeously. "The man that did this. He called them nanites, and they are fucked all the way up, not only are they basically broken, They are grafted to my bones, and in my blood. He's gotta be able to stop them from freaking out and Not kill me." She said with an emphasis on 'not. "If he can do that, then we gotta deal." She felt like she was getting in bed with the devil but right now. God seemed to be looking the other way where she was concerned so she decided, why not. It can't possibly get any worse. "I'm Lola, Lola Cervantes." She added, leaving her nickname out of it. This guy, may be her temporary employer, but he was not her friend...at least not yet.
"Well Lola, all nanites are, if my understanding of electronics is right, really small computers. They still fix you right, so I doubt that they are broken. I am willing to be that they just need to be... updated. Like Windows Vista. The doc is more than able of that, assuming that he has the hardware to get into their teeny, tiny little brains." Toxic said, going back to leaning in his chairs, putting the backs of his boots against the edge of his desk. There was a reason that Doc didn't have a liscense... he was prone to do things that weren't considered ethical, including merging man and machine. Of course, Toxic had yet for any of his workers to actually survive an injury that takes their limb. Guns don't tend to do that.
"Where is this Doc of yours?" She asked crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm not a huge fan of mysteries and right now, that's all my life seems to be, so a little transparenecy would be nice." She said, She felt something tick in the back of her mind. 'Don't trust him' her own voice was saying but it sounded like thousands of her, all at once, speaking in perfect unison. "..And they are talking to me now. Terrific." She huffed, her head cocked to the side. She looked at him and the voices began again. "They are telling me not to trust you." She said and her muscles tensed. She didn't want to attack him, she needed him but everything in her body screamed for a preemptive strike.
"The warehouse next to this one. Look for the one with the white hair, but whatever you do don't mention anything about experiments. He wasn't always just a doctor working for a drug ring. Hell, he always seems sad when someone comes in and they aren't missing a limb." Toxic said, before deciding to add in "However, he doesn't like doing things that his subjects and/or patients don't like. Kinda why I chose him over the hoard of other crazy doctors."
Lolly nodded before going towards the closes door. She looked back. The nanites flashed memories of this morning in to her head. She shook away the thoughts. It was odd.
She followed his directions and knocked on the door of the warehouse beside the one she just in. "Um, Hello, Toxic sent me. He said you could probably help." She called through the door.
A doctor rushed to the door, a small view port opening to show the young man's eyes which quickly shot around the area behind her. "Who are you? What do you need?" The young man spoke again, obviously sightly suspicious of the uninjured woman asking for help from a makeshift hospital.
Lolly was surprised, She didn't expect a young man to answer the door. "I'm Lolly." She said, gently, this guy looked as though he may have been wound up a bit tight, but hell so was she. "It's kind of a long story but the gist is, Nanites are controling my body...or atleast trying to. Toxic said you could maybe help me, if I did some work for him, honestly, I don't want to but I need help. Sometimes I can feel them crawling in my blood, It's gross and the most uncomfortable feeling in the world. Does any of this make sense to you, or am I really just nuts because frankly the latter still is up for debate."
"Then you will want to talk to doc. Give me a sec." Said the young man before the sound of a metal bar slamming into position eminated from the door. With a sound that made nails on a chalkboard sound like beautiful music, the young man managed to drag the metal door open. He then pointed to a main in a doctor's coat who appeared to be doing light surgery, saying "That's doc. At least wait till he's done before you approach him, okay?"
Lolly took a breath, so the young guy wasn't the doctor. Oh well. She looked over some, standing on her toes to get a glimpse of what the doctor was working on. "err, Hello?" She called, hoping to atleast get his attention before she bombarded him with questions and he did seem pretty busy.
"Listen mam, I am trying to remove a kidney right now. If you wouldn't mind waiting till I am done, I could actually devote some attention to you." Doc said as he continued to move his scalpel carefully through the sleeping man's body, with the precision of an atomic clock.
"Sorry, sorry, I just didn't want to startle you." She said defensively. The nanites seemed to not mind this guy or his apprentice as they seemed extra calm. She felt normal again. She turned to the apprentice. " So uh, Hi." She said to the young man."This looks...interesting?" She said with a slight frown at herself for her poor choice of words. "What brings you here?"
"Well, I wanted to apprentice the good doctor in some of his far more interesting experiments, but about a year in and we ran out of money. Toxic came to us, saying that he was willing to pay for off the grid doctors. He doesn't like to skimp, and he is nice to us at least." The young man said, shrugging. "Both of us are just waiting for people to start coming in with strange injuries that require... unique and creative medical solutions. Unfortunately, we rarely get to deal with anything more than gunshots, broken bones, organ transplants and removals, and the occasional third degree burns."
Lolly couldn't help but chuckle. "Wait til ya get a load of me." She said and that was all she had to say after that as she waited for the 'good' doctor to finish.
"Lad. Would you mind taking the patient out of the operating area?" Doc said as he turned around, facing Lolly. "What is it you need?" He gave her a look of curiousity. She had all her limbs, and her body seemed to be in perfect condition. Not normally the type to approach someone with a reputation such as his.
Lolly gave a smile, a nervous one, she clapped her hands together and sighed. "Well, Short verison, I have nanites in my body, who fight for dominance. They are grafted to my bones and are surfing my blood stream and,- this is a recent development- talking to me in my own voice." She said. "What I need...Is kind of a loaded question. There's alot I need, but maybe you can help me, by stopping them from taking over my body. Anything I use them, mostly with healing, they try to use that weakned state to take full control. I kinda have to be knocked unconscious for them to stop. They got into a sleep mode sorta thing when I'm out..."She paused. She didn't know all that before. Maybe Toxic was right, they weren't broken, but maybe they were just confused..like some of them wanted to help. "So, Can ya help me?" She said, flashing him a smile, one that used to get her dad to buy her just about anything she wanted.
The moment that Lolly mentioned nanites Doc lit up like a christmas tree. He held back the urdges to go nuts. After Lolly stopped talking and gave a smile that Doc knew normally meant "Please!!!" He grabbed the handheld microscope and flashlight. Without a moments delay, he was using them to look at one of the man blood vessels inside her eyes. "Okay, what I need is a manual and nanite adapter from their manufacturer, or the people who put them into you in the first place. Of course, I doubt they will give those up easily." Doc said as he drew back from Lolly. "After I have those, all I need is time."
All Lolly could do was stand there, when the flashlight touched her eyes, the nanties shielded them with a thin black layer like sunglasses. She blinked a few times. " I can find them." She said and surprised herself by knowing what he was talking about. She wondered for a moment if she could have figured this out......her mind went blank for a second. What was she just thinking about? She shook it away. "Do you have any idea where they might have them, a blueprint or something. Don't worry about the guards, I can deal with them. " She said alittle too cheerfully for her liking.
"Do you remember where you got the nanites? If they have a grafting station there, the nanite adapter should be in the same room. It would have to be that way, unless they pre-loaded them right before grafting them to you. I believe that it was propobly the first option, as you describe them in such a way that it seems you woke up before all the proper restrictions could be put in place. The adapter will look like a bunch of suction cups with wires, and the manual will be a book, likely a very big one. Both the nanites should recognize right away." Doc said as he began to pull a computer setup out of the closet closest to them.
" I did, wake up too soon." She said. "The guy, Sir, he said I woke up before they had time to program the nanites. They said something went wrong, because they'd put me in a medically induced coma, the nanites apparently combated the drugs they used against me to keep me unconscious." She said and sighed. "What are you gonna try to do?"
"Tell the nanites its nap time. If that doesn't work, let Toxic knock you out then tell the nanites to go into sleep mode." Doc said before adding in "Whoever grafted you must have been an amateur if they activated your nanites while you were under sadation."
There was pang in her mind again. " No, the nanties were already active..." She blinked. " I didn't know that..." She sighed. " They are gaining more control, Doc." She said, and was scared. " They weren't speaking this morning, nor the night before when I escaped. I don't like this." Her eyes pleading now. "Can you really do this?" She asked.
"Yes." Doc said, faking confidence. Someone gave them the freaking ability to evolve, or learn freely. An amateur mistake, but one that posed a very difficult problem to fix. If they chose to refuse his commands, there would be nothing he could do but EMP them. He would need to get a short range one up and working soon. "I just need the manual and the adapter." Doc said before quickly following up with "Nanites, what is your purpose?" Hopefully they would respond, it would give him an idea of just what intentions they were.
Lolly's eyes went wide for a moment, her pupils dailating. "Combat, Defense and Protection of the Host." Lolly said, in her own her voice, but times a thousand. "The Evolution of combat and defense." She said and blinked. " Gah, Don't do that, Talk to them directly. It makes me itch and I feel like a puppet." She barked in her own singular voice. She rubbing her eyes. "God..."
"I got all the information that I needed. I just had to see how far they had gotten. However, I would urdge haste. By the way, how many breaks do they have? How many seperate minds do they have?" Doc asked, only trying to validate his actions. Sometimes the only way to judge an AI was through direct communication.
Loly frowned, her head swimming. "I can't tell, but it seems like ther are two so far, one for combat and once for defense." She said and sighed. "The defense ones they seemed to like me, the combat ones...not so much." Lolly felt dizzy. " I need to sit down." She said holding her head with one hand and reached out for something to hold on to. "Whoa..."
The other doctor quickly shot forword with a chair as he saw Lolly begin to reach for her head. Doc stood there a few moments before saying "Once you are done resting, I suggest that you prioritize getting the adapter and the manual."
"Yea, sure, I'm find Doc, don't you worry about me..."She said darkly, holding her head, trying to stop the world fro spinning.