Noon
Downtown | Dr. Orlov's Lab
Those were dangerous thoughts. I tried to shake them forcibly from my head, reacting quickly to a shout to my left as the best kind of distraction that could possibly be provided. One of my men had wrenched a woman’s arm behind her back and forced her to the ground. Coming closer, I noticed with a frown that the woman had rather common black-brown hair, and then as she looked up along my legs, across my body and finally at my face, startling pure white eyes. I recoiled. “It’s hideous. Good find, keep looking.” Binding the woman’s arms behind her back, I kept a close eye on her for the next hour, and then a few more as my men made good on their work. At the end of the street, we’d come up with three.
“Let’s take these wretches to the doctor.”
I forced them at taser-point toward the train systems followed by one of my more trusted men, and from there it was a straight shot to the Government Medical Research Facility, guarded by military personnel twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. I scowled the whole way there, enough that the guards stepped out of the way without pressing me for identification. Just inside, I gave one of the slower mutants a good shove to make her walk faster (I wanted out of there as fast as possible, of course), which caused her to topple to the ground where she curled in on herself. Swiftly, my boot found her ribs as my anger mounted. My man took the others ahead. I would deal with this one. “On your feet, useless piece of shit!” When she didn’t move, I kicked her hard again. Over and over, until she’d managed to force herself to stand just to escape my wrath. A few steps and she stumbled to the sides, her arms wrapped protectively around her mid-section. She looked sickly. I thought for a moment, and the idea that she might be with child actually fueled my rage; a gloved hand found its way into her hair, her head was forced to meet the wall more than once, until she bled. “Walk!” It went this way until we’d reached Dr. Akim Orlov’s lab, and when the door slid open, I threw her bloodied body down on the floor. It was okay if she bled here. I didn’t mind that so much.
“There you go, Orlov. And I think it’s a female, too. Have at it, you twisted old crow.”
To say that I was well-acquainted with Akim Orlov…. Well. That would be an understatement.