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Theresa Martinez

Poor little bastards.

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a character in “There Is No Escape”, originally authored by demented-tiger, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Name: Theresa Martinez
Age: 45
Type: hunter
description: Theresa is a tall, powerfully built woman. She has the body of a woman half her age, though her face still shows her maturity. She is 5' 10" tall and has a firm, muscular body. Her stomach is flat and taut, and she has rather large, ample breasts. She has light brown skin, dark brownish/black hair tied in a high ponytail, and brown eyes.
personality: tough and mean, Theresa is a tough, strong, and no-nonesense woman. She has nothing personal against the mutants - in fact, the whole program makes her sick to her stomach - but a job's a job, and who's she to question the ones who give her a paycheck. The last guy who said something - he never showed up for work again
History: As soon as she turned 18, Theresa joined the Army, like her father and grandfather before her. She worked her way into the elite ranks of Delta Force until she was forced to retire at the age of 30. Although the Army said she'd reached the peak of her combat prowess at that point, Theresa disagreed. She was only getting started. She could only get stronger, faster, wiser, and more cunning with age. The Army had given her skills she couldn't market in a conventional employment or academic setting, but were in high demand in the underworld of mercenaries, solders-of-fortune, and organized crime. For the next 15 years, Theresa bounced around from continent to continent; leading guerrilla troops in Africa for local warlords, fighting leftist rebels in South America for government paramilitaries, and serving in the private armies of Mexican druglords; among other adventures. This gig with the lab is just that - a little job to pay for groceries until something better presents itself. At least it was until she realized what was actually going on in here. Now she can only hope to survive until her contract expires - unless a mutant "retires" her first.
weaknesses: Normal human; obviously. no magical/mutant powers
Fears: mutants, especially the ones who have been horribly mutilated and/or reserve a special hatred for humans in general, especially those humans affiliated with the scientists
Equipment: soldier's uniform (army surplus bullet-proof vest, helmet, combat boots, fatigues, pack), semi-automatic rifle (modified to shoot tranqualizer darts, so the scientists can get thier experiments back alive, but that can still shoot live ammunition in case a mutant has to be put down), bayonet/combat knife, ammunition drums that can hold both live bullets and tranquilizer darts, stun grenades, and survival/tracking gear.

So begins...

Theresa Martinez's Story

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Character Portrait: Alex Character Portrait: Sari Character Portrait: Crimson Character Portrait: Huntress (Jennifer Kyle) Character Portrait: Enkidu (The Shardmind) Character Portrait: Theresa Martinez Character Portrait: Jerome Kutzo
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Jerome entered the containment room and what layed before him nearly caused him to show an emotion.

There was one scientist in a cage and three mutants were out of their cages. He recogized two instantly...Sari and Enkidu. He was surprised that Enkidu was out. Endiku was a mellow character, the only mutant that hasn't put up a fight with the scientists. It appears he made a friend, Sari. Sari had been here from the moment he arrived. She and Enkidu were the least problemsome subjects. I guess people change...The third one was a mystery to him...probably brand new, he thought.

"There's been a breach!" he spoke in his com,"All scientists report to the containment room immediately. He pulled out his tranquilizer dart and shot the three, knowing that each dart would cause them to sleep. It was charged with a high sleep medicine so the effects would be instant. Even Enkidu would be affected, despite his crystal form. At that time, the scientists arrived. "Clean those bodies up and put them back in their cages. Put Enkidu in the solitary confinement cage. It's the only safe place left." The scientists went to work. The solitary confinement cage was at the very end, it's own room of it's own. It was made of metal and had no openings of any kind. It was the only place for him until they fixed his cage.

He went over to the scientist in the cage, opening it up. He was careful about Alex, since she could be invisible and sneak out. He grabbed the scientist and yanked him out, locking the cage behind him. "What happened," he asked. The scientist began stammering,"W-well...I-I guess that...well you see it's just the funniest thing...I-I...Subject three may be...she's gone...escaped." He slapped the scientist, then tossed him to the ground. I'll have to tell Theresa to look for TWO escaped mutants, he thought. Crimson, another blank face he didn't really know, was the first. Maybe Theresa had her hands full, he thought. He decided to meet up with her and go hunting with her as well. He grabbed his tranquilizer sniper and left the building, looking for Theresa.

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She slung her rifle over her back, and waited impatiently for Jerome to show up and give orders. She assembled her troop of 10, ready for the hunt. She looked around and sighed. They could be miles away by now. She shifted her feet and and took out her knife, twisting it in her hands. She looked over to Theresa, who was also leader of the group. She looked to the door and saw Jerome walking out the door and she waved him over.

"Let's get hunting."

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Most women her age were slowing down. Oh, there were still a few who tried to relive thier glory days through botox, plastic surgery, and trysts with the young, male fitness instructor; but generally, most 45 year old women were overcome with family life, work, and the endless drone of working life. Not Theresa. Sure she was showing her age, but her body and mind were as fit and strong as ever. As she did every morning, she dressed in her boots, cargo pants, and sports bra, and was doing chin-ups and leg-lifts from the doorframe to her bedroom. She didn't have to be in until 8, anyway.

As usual, she hated the thought of going into work. Perhaps she was getting too old for this. Right now, all she wanted was to throw herself down on the couch, open a beer, and watch daytime talk shows until she fell asleep. Then again, the whole reason she'd taken this job was because she was bored of doing just that. And she needed the money. Of course, she hadn't known then that this "lab" was actually a house of horrors, where someone's idea of a science project was turning children into monsters. But a job was a job. And she still hadn't heard from her friend in Nigeria. She was begining to wonder if the Army of Christ had been crushed before they could begin thier crusade against the heathen Muslim terrorists. She'd so much rather be living under a tarp in the jungle than having to go to a place where creatures that were once American teenagers were stuffed into cages that made pet carriers look like palaces.

A knock on the door startled her. Theresa lost her grip on the doorframe, and landed with a thump on the floor. Her first thought was that Carlos "El Pato"'s men had finally caught up to her. She thought that was over with, after the Mexican Marines swarmed the little cantina where Theresa was holed up against Carlos' men. Apparently not. With instincts bred from 15 years of fighting, Theresa dropped to the floor, scurried along on her hands and knees to the door of her apartment, then slid up against the wall. She reached for the shotgun she kept hidden over the door, pumped a pair of shells into both barrels, and threw open the door, ready to give Carlos' hired goons a face full of rock salt.

Yuri screamed like a little girl, and threw his arms in front of his face to protect himself. He was dressed in his full military uniform.

"Yuri!" Theresa exclaimed, lowering her gun. "What are you doing here? And dressed like that? What are you trying to do: get the cops called? People will think you're some sort of neo-Nazi terrorist."

"My apologies, Ms. Martinez," the former Russian Speznatz commando sputtered in accented English. "But there's a call from the lab. It's the test subjects - they're - escaping..." The emotion in his voice wasn't so much from Theresa's surprise. Theresa felt her heart sink into her stomach. This was the moment she dreaded - unable to take the horrors anymore the monsters in the lab had finally snapped. Most were probably just scared, and would instinctively scurry off into some dark hole to hide for fear of how others might react to their horrible transformations. But some - some might have had thier humanity forced out as more and more drugs were forced in. Some might blame humanity for betraying them to the scientists. Some might turn their mutations against the humans who gave them these "powers". Some might decide they no longer owed anything to humanity, and that all humanity must suffer for the sins of a perverted few.

They're no longer children, thought Theresa, ejecting the shotgun shells and returning the weapon to its hiding place. They're no different than escaped lab rats. Most just need to be rounded up and taken back home for thier own safety. Some need to be put down. Of course, these justifications did little to calm her. On the contrary, they only made her dread her job even more. But when she thought of how many people would be at risk if one of the more violent mutants got out...

"Come inside, Yuri, before people start thinking the Russians have invaded," she ordered, then shut the door on her fellow mercenary. "How many little critters got out?"

"I don't know."

"Any scientists dead?"

"I don't know. Maybe a few, God willing, but I don't know."

"Okay, just let me get dressed. I'll be out in a bit."

Theresa retreated to her bedroom. Her shirt was where she'd thrown it the night before. She pulled it on, then her vest and the rest of the ballistic armor, and finally her helmet. She grabbed her pack, filled her hydration pouch with water from the bathroom faucet, then retrieved her weapons from the closet. She'd pick up ammunition later, at her locker at the lab. She grabbed her ID badge and her phone, and rejoined Yuri, who was nervously slapping his palm with a cigarette pack.

"Okay. Let's go." The two scurried out of the apartment, down the second story steps to the dirt parking lot, where a green pickup truck was waiting, driven by some kid fresh out of the Marines and dressed in a motley assortment of hunting camouflage and military fatigues. Yuri got in the cab, and Theresa vaulted into the bed. She'd barely settled in, when the kid gunned the engine, and took off, driving well over the legal speed limit. The town was small enough, that they were out of it in minutes and streaking down the highway towards the turnoff to the lab. As they drove, Theresa called in to the lab.

"This is hunter lead Martinez, reporting. I'm with Meyers and Vladimirov. We're three miles from the turnoff. What's the situation?"

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"Hey, that could be useful. Whenever you hear thoughts that aren't mine, let me know,"Crimson told her,"We could know when they are around us. And here." He imagined a granola bar in her palm and when he opened his eyes, it was there. "I don't know, but should we wait for Rocky and Cat Girl? They could be escaping as well. I know it's a risk and will only go with your decision, whichever you choose. Keep in mind that there are people who want to bring us back in. I only have so many arrows." He motioned to his quiver. Goner was very useful, since she could turn invisible. Even if he couldn't escape, he would make sure that she would...
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Jerome almost smiled when he saw Brenda. Now her and Theresa were his top hunters and he was exceptionally proud of them. Last week, when the first one escaped, they were on the call, ready to react. They wrangled him in within a couple of days. He was confident that these two wouldn't be much longer. "Let's go," he commanded and off they marched. Brenda and himself would lead the ground patrol, Theresa would scout ahead with her two troops in the buggy.

An incoming transmission entered his com. It was Theresa. "Yeah, we got a couple of escaped subjects. Subject 3 and Subject 17. Subject 3 has invisibility as well as mind reading and manipulation. Subject 17 can conjure any item out of thin air. Be warned about them. Me and Brenda are on ground troops, following behind. Locate them, but do not engage. Call us and we will arrive behind you, then take them out together. I repeat...do not engage." He turned off the com and turned to Brenda,"Let's wrangle a couple of mutants, shall we," he muttered and led the way behind Theresa.

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Great; it was Dr. Satan who answered. Theresa was sure there wasn't a hunter or scientist who actually liked Dr. Kutzo, or Dr. Satan, as everyone called him behind his back. Shared his views, yes; had as little regard for the mutants as him, yes; but certainly didn't like him. He was just - creepy. Even though he was 18 years her junior, Dr. Satan still gave her the creeps. Returning to the task at hand, she tapped on the back window of the truck. Yuri turned to open it. Theresa relayed the situation to the two men in the cab.

"Jesus Christ!" exclaimed Andrew, the ex-Marine driver. "Please tell me they mean one guy is a master escape artist and the other knows slight-of-hand tricks."

"Unfortunately, no." Yuri said. Andrew had only been working at the lab for a month, so he was blissfully unaware of the darker goings-on. As if experimenting on children wasn't enough.

Andrew's eyes widened. "Wait, what? I thought this was supposed to be a program to build a better soldier, not make comic-book superpowers real!"

"I wouldn't believe it either, but unless we see otherwise, we can assume Subject 3 has psychic powers and can literally turn invisible; and Subject 17 can create anything it wants to from thin air, like the Green Lantern," Theresa explained.

"Fuck!"

"Trust me kid, you have no idea what really goes on in there." Truth be told, Theresa didn't know either, and she probably wouldn't want to find out. "I heard there's this one guy - he used to be a guy, anyway, a teenage boy, I think - but there's this guy that I don't know what they did to him, but now I hear all his organic tissues have been replaced by some sort of crystalline matter. He's still alive, but he's not even human anymore. I don't even think he resembles anything close to a human except for 2 arms, 2 legs, and a head of sorts. He's more like solid, living rock."

"Ugh!" exclaimed Andrew as they pulled up to the guard shack, five miles up the turn-off, up the main road, on the edge of the lab's outer perimeter.

The guards were only prepared to deal with normal human threats from the outside: curiosity seekers, investigative journalists, religious extremists, determined parents... Not mutants trying to get out. Hell, they didn't even know what went on inside the lab. They probably thought it was all white rats and monkeys. The guards reported no disturbances on the outer fence, convincing Theresa the mutants were still in the perimeter. Even if Subject 3 could fool the motion sensors and trip wires, Subject 17 couldn't - no object it could conjure, short of a hot air balloon, could not set off the perimeter alarm.

Once they were through the gate, Theresa let Andrew drive a distance into the perimeter before ordering him to veer off the road and head off into the desert. When they reached a clump of trees growing at the bottom of a dry stream, she ordered Andrew to park the truck as close to them as possible.

"Okay, Andrew, Yuri, you two: go out and erase our tracks back to the road, and for about another hundred yards down towards the gate," Theresa ordered. "Cover your trail on the way back. I'll stay here and hide the truck. Remember: if you see our two lost sheep, radio Dr. Satan, trail them, and try to stay out of sight." Yuri smartly saluted Theresa, and Andrew nodded, then tightened the drawstrings on his Aussie cap. The two men then set off into the desert. Theresa waited until they were out of sight, then sprang into action. She dragged some dead branches up and over the truck to conceal it from the casual eye. Then she opened the hood, and removed the battery and replaced it with a rock. That should keep the mutants from using it as a getaway car. For good measure, she disconnected a few other electrical lines, just in case Subject 17 realized the trick and conjured a car battery. Then she crawled into some bushes nearby, and waited for Yuri and Andrew to return. She hoped Subject 3 wouldn't find her first. She alone knew what she'd done to the truck, and if Subject 3 read her mind, then "manipulated" her... Theresa tried to think of something else. Still, she felt uncomfortable, all by herself. Swallowing hard, she contacted Dr. Satan on the radio, this time.

"This is Martinez," she said. "I am in Zone 4, solo. Meyers and Vladimirov are backtracking. I'm going to need some company. I don't like the idea of being alone with an invisible mind reader on the loose."

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Jerome was continuing to walk through the desert. The sun was now set, the sky a deep lavender. He would care for beauty, except he didn't. He never felt any emotion since the accident and he knew he wasn't going to ever again. A beeping sound came from his com and he picked it up, hearing Theresa on the other end.

"Calm down, soldier," he replied,"She is not a powerful mutant who is known to kill. She's just a girl. Her time in the containment room should have lowered her self-esteem. If she doesn't come crawling back, she should be easy to take. Just keep a strong mind and she won't get to you. The other one, on the other hand, is a little more fresh to the lab. He will be the more dangerous target. He's smart and creative and knows how to use his resources. But as long as you keep him running and tired, he won't be able to fight back. That's the advice I give to you. You know what to do. We'll be there in a little bit, don't lose your head, soldier." He turned off the com and kept walking towards Theresa's direction.

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Crimson was a little deflated, partially from physical exhaustion, partly from the fact that it was just her and him who were escaping. No matter, he thought, we can come back for them and save them, this time with police force. "I don't know about the police..." he said finally,"But that's a risk we have to take. We can make up something and bring them to this place and they will see the truth. We can-" Before he could continue, she began screaming. She was hearing thoughts from one person. They were almost too much. We wasted too much time talking, he thought in horror. She couldn't turn invisible and he couldn't create anything. They were both exhausted. "Sshh..." he whispered,"You making all of that noise doesn't help." He grabbed her and they ran underneath a rock. "You stay here..." he whispered,"I'll distract them. You helped me and I'll help you. Live a good rest of your life." With that, he ran out with his bow and arrow, already nocking an arrow and firing. He cursed when his shot missed, landing directly between Shadow Man and his accomplice.
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Jerome stepped to the side, pushing Brenda to the other side as an arrow landed between the two with a thud! He turned and saw Subject 17 with a bow and arrow running to the side. "Action..." he put his sniper rifle into firing position. "Brenda, take your troops and surround him. I'll get Theresa." He pulled out his com and radioed Theresa. "Theresa, we've found Subject 17. Get your ass over here and help us!" Not waiting for a reply, he turned off the com and began to set up his sniper.

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The moment Alex fell, she reappeared behind a tree. He walked up to Brenda, noticing the blood on her ankle, but not caring. "And that is how you bring some mutants down," he smirked as he went to the other hunters. One was dead while the other was screaming in pain from an arrow in his leg. "Collect Subject 17 and Subject 3 and bring them back," he commanded and they instantly obeyed. Like dogs, he thought as he turned on his com and called to Theresa."Where the hell are you, soldier? We got the mutants in custody. Head back to the base. I will speak with you there." He disconnected. The soldiers had just picked up the mutants' bodies and were carrying them back. He looked up at the sky and found it pitch black. How time flies, he thought and went back to Brenda. "Need help, or can you walk?" he asked, harshly. He meant well, but he still had no feelings for anyone.

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Theresa wasn't exactly comforted by Dr. Satan's words. She is not a powerful mutant who is known to kill. She's just a girl.

Yeah, but no one is known to kill until they do kill, and it's not exactly that I'm worried about. Then came the command to come for assistance. Unfortunately, Dr. Satan hadn't specified a coordinates. Theresa radioed to Yuri and Andrew.

"Meyers, Vladimirov: Team 10 has made contact with Subject 17!"

"What's thier position?" asked Andrews.

"How should I know? I..." The loud pops of compressed air caught Theresa's attention. They were distinct from conventional gunshots, but carried just as good. "Just head for the noise. That's probably them." Breaking cover, Theresa scurried out across the desert, keeping low to the ground, and using the bushes for cover. The noise of the shooting got louder, then suddenly died away. Theresa kept running. Coming over a rise, she found the rest of the hunters - a motley mix of private contractors, mercenaries, former soldiers, bounty hunters, and "gun-nuts" clustered around Dr. Satan, who stood tall, like the Devil himself. At his feet, like a prize buck, lay a quite cute-looking teenage boy, clutching a bow and a quiver of arrows. A pretty little girl, not even 16 yet, lay nearby, a submachine gun at her side.

I must be getting old, thought Theresa. Either these mutants were easily taken down, or I'm not as spry as I was when I was 40. Theresa came to a stop, and rested her hands on her knees, while she panted and caught her breath. As the day was starting to get hot, she took sip from the straw of her hydration pouch.

"Well," she said. "That was easy enough."

Andrew and Yuri arrived at that moment, both panting and sweating. Theresa felt a slight swelling of pride. Both men were younger than her, and both men looked ready to drop dead. Yuri regarded the two mutants with what looked like disdain, and muttered something in Russian. Andrew whispered something that sounded like, "Jesus Christ, they're just kids." between breaths.

Theresa looked up at Dr. Satan, and felt her skin crawl. He looked more like a cross between a hunter who'd bagged his quarry and a mafia hitman than a scientist.

"Is that all of them?" she asked, glancing again at the two mutants.

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"Unfortunately, the only place I can think of that's like that is the solitary confinement room, and that place is already occupied," Jerome puzzled over the situation out loud, then decided to do it anyway," Actually, Brenda, let's put them in the solitary confinement room. The room is bugged so we can hear and see anything they do. They can't plan without us knowing." And with that, he walked in between the two limp bodies of Subject 3 and Subject 17. A half hour later, they arrived at the facility. "Now..." he instructed the ones carrying the subjects,"You all may know Subject 5. The crystal one. He's gone rogue for some reason, so be careful when you open the door. Only open it a slight crack and push the bodies in. Don't waste a single second." They did as instructed, tossing Subject 3 and 17 into the Solitary confinement room, then sealing the door once again. He turned to Brenda and motioned to her foot. "You might want to go bandage that. I've got a meeting with Theresa so don't bother me for now." He went up to his office and waited for Theresa to arrive.

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No one paid any mind to Theresa and her two goons. Everyone was too busy dealing with the aftermath of the battle. One man dead - a former soldier - and several more were injured. These critters are getting desperate. I'd hate to see what the more powerful, angrier ones could do. Weather the dead man was an accident or a deliberate strike by the mutants, Theresa wasn't sure. What she was sure of, was that Dr. Satan wasn't pleased with her for whatever reason. He wanted to see her.

As the other hunters collected thier quarry and trekked back to the lab, Theresa turned and lead her two companions back to the truck. Along the way, she retrieved the battery and handed it to Andrew. "I had to disable the truck," she explained. "I didn't want to give our little friends a getaway car."

Once at the site, Theresa and Yuri removed the branches while Andrew repaired the electrical lines and reinstalled the battery. As he worked, Andrew muttered a few choice words about Theresa, Dr. Satan, the lab, and the mutants.

"Little fuckers. Ought to just be put out of thier misery. It's the only freedom they're ever gonna get."

Once the truck was prepared, Theresa got back in the bed, and boys got in the cab. With a roar of the engine, Andrew put the truck into drive, and sped the rest of the way to the lab. Once they parked, Theresa got out of the bed and headed into the locker room. For a moment, she savored the cool air conditioning. Then she headed towards her locker.

The first thing she did was put away her weapons, her pack, helmet, and her ballistic armor. Normally, she took off her uniform top too, but as she was wearing only her sports bra underneath, she kept her shirt on. She made sure to load a clip onto her rifle. She'd had no ammunition for it earlier, as it was all stored here, and her pistol was only equipped with hallow point bullets - good for killing people, but not bringing back mutants alive and in one piece. Then she slogged up the stairs to rendezvous with Dr. Satan.

Because she'd ridden in the back of a truck, she'd beaten the main body back to the lab. Theresa still had time to lean against the wall outside Dr. Satan's office, cross her arms under her enormous chest, and wait impatiently for him to arrive. She tried to look cool and composed, though in reality, she was rather disgusted and anxious about the whole episode.

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Jerome was sitting there, looking at the only picture of his family...the family he used to love. It'd been so long since he loved anything, he forgot what love felt like. Such a minor mistake from his first few months on the job, and yet it changed his entire life. It was why he hated even the tiniest mistake from anyone, Showing up one minute late, hesitating at the line of fire. He was a perfectionist and he had no room for error. It was partly why he called Theresa to this meeting.

Speaking of which, where's Theresa? Then he heard noises outside his room. He figured it had to be Theresa. "Come in, Theresa, I'm already in my office," he called out to her. He sighed as he waited for her to enter the room.

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Jerome saw her enter the office and stood up. She did have a good three inches and a few pounds over him, but he had no compassion, no emotion. He showed no fear and had no attachments. Everyone else had at least ONE fear, but he hasn't felt fear in years. He has seen all and didn't even bat an eyelash. It was a gift and a curse however. Even her husky voice didn't intimidate him, like it did most others.

"Theresa, I have a small problem with you being even a little bit late. I can't afford error in this business. If you can't deliver punctuality, I can easily have you replaced with someone who does. I can order you to be sent back to Mexico, you know that, right?" his voice became just as intimidating as Theresa's if not more.

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Brenda snarled at the crystal thing. Good thing guards were already coming in. The started shooting, they got the weird animal thing, and also Crimson and Disapear. The bird girl was nowhere in sight. she glared and shot at the arm with her gun. It released her and she dodged the crystal things that came zipping past her. A tranquilizer dart hit the crystal thing, but it soon regained consciousness. All hell was breaking loose, and worse, Jerome came stomping down the stairs with Theresa and SERGEANT BROWN? HE is going to be mad.

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Huntress watched Crimson from the dark corner, and John was looking for her and watched the other escape.

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Sergeant Brown heard the alarms going off and he knocked harder on the door. He and an army looking woman came out. They all dashed down the stairs to see a horrifying sight. His perfect aim caught each of the mutants, with a tranquilizer dart. He turned to Jerome ready to speak, but one of them moved again. Confused, he fired again. "JEROME! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?"

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Sergeant Brown was furious. He pointed a gun at The crystal thing. "I'm not willing to negotiate." He fired, a tranquilizer dart lodged into the crystal, and obviously, he squeezed before he fell to the ground. He motioned to the guards. "Quick, before he wakes up, put him in the solitary confinement chamber." The guards shoved him in and locked it. The other guards put the rest of the mutants back in their cages. "Right, well, since Jerome is clearly unable to do his job right, I might visit a little more often. Hey you there!" he pointed to a scientist. "Get me a bunch of syringes full of something that will hurt." The scientist scurried off and returned awhile later with a bunch of syringes.

He took one and walked to the Brenda. "You, get a syringe for being so stupid as to get caught up in a mutant." Brenda gasped and clutched her ribs. He took the syringe and injected it into her. She screamed out in pain. He walked to the next little mutt, a crimson colored kid. "You, get a syringe for escaping, and as I noticed, breaking Jerome's sniper rifle." He injected it and the pain on the crimson kid was instant. He walked to the next one, the tricky one that disappeared. "You, get a syringe for also escaping." he injected it and she screamed out. "You get a second syringe for aiding the escape of those two," pointing to the crimson kid and the solitary confinement chambers. He injected another and the girl writhed and yelped, screaming. He moved onto the last mutant, the cause of it all. " you, get exactly four syringes, for helping escape four mutants." He injected them one after the other. "Now, as for scientists, you will always walk in at least groups of three. The guard will be doubled and I will visit at least once a week."

He turned toward Theresa and jerome. I want both of you scouting the skies with helicopters for that bird girl. Get on it. Pronto.

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((OOC: Sorry, had to get off for a little bit. I've caught up now, so I should get cracking!))

Crimson was stepping out of the weapon room when he saw someone he didn't recognize shooting people with darts. Not good. Before he could nock an arrow, a guard siezed his bow and quiver. Then, two scientists grabbed his arms. He struggled, but it was no use. He shut his eyes and waited for whatever punishment to await him. He heard the man's footsteps echoing on the concrete floor. Suddenly, he felt a small pain in his arm, then it was all over his body. He shut his eyes and his throat, trying not to scream. He didn't make it past five seconds. He was thrown back into his original cage, the door locking as it normally did. His body still felt on fire, but not as bad as before. He stopped howling and began to regain his thought process. Angel escaped...his smile broke through, despite the fact that he was in a load of pain. If he'd have reacted faster, he might've escaped with her. Instead, he focused on Shadow Man's gun and it costed him. He watched sadly as the other aides were writhing in the same pain he was in, some more than him with the extra shots. Goner had two and Cat Girl got four shots! That would be too much for me to bear...he thought. They took Goner to experiment on again. He stared bitterly as they noticed that "Subject 17" hasn't been tested on recently. They injected him with something and he was out like a light.

When he awoke, he was on the experiment table again. The pain from the shot was gone now. "Just relax..." the scientist said, smirking,"We're only going to test on you a lot more." He closed his eyes, not even wanting to know what they would do to him. A familiar pain shot up his arm. He knew it was a shot. He opened his eyes. Everything was dark, fuzzy, and painful. Every time he moved his eyes, a sharp pain entered his mind. This was the worst one yet, he thought. He closed his eyes once more until they were done. When they were, they led him to a training room, a gun on him the entire time. They wanted no funny business from Crimson. Once they got there, they tied him to a chair, his arms, legs, and head. He couldn't move anything except his eyes. Across the room, there was a fan. They turned it on and a blast of icy cold air hit his head at top speed. This was torture, he thought as he began chattering. A few minutes passed and the fan was still on full blast, the freezing air penetrating through his head. Stop it! STOP IT! he screamed in his head and wished desperately for the cold air to stop. As if on command, it stopped. "Why'd you stop it?" he asked quietly. The scientists were talking rapidly amongst themselves. They seemed excited and pleased. He turned to the fan to find it still on. "What the hell?" he cried out. One of the scientists untied him and pushed him towards his cage again, the gun still pointed to his back. What did I do? He knew this test was successful and he had another power, but what was it? He was thrown into his cage and he hit the floor. But something was different this time. Instead of the cold floor he experienced every time before, this time, the floor was warm, almost comfortable. He stood up, still puzzled. He began pacing yet again. I now have some power that makes everything warm to my touch, he thought. It was the only reasonabe explanation he could come up with. But why? How would that be useful in combat? Whatever, he thought and went to sleep. He had enough planning for tonight...meanwhile, a scientist was talking to another scientist about their success. "It's official. We've tapped into his skin and now he's able to withstand any weather imaginable. Freezing cold, blazing hot. The only side effect is that his skin changes color to whatever he's radiating. Crimson for heat, cyan for cold, et cetera."

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"Yes sir," Jerome replied, no emotion detectable. Inside he knew that the result didn't go as planned. He had watched, mouth open in awe, as he saw the creatures escaping once again, not even an hour passing between the last one. This was supposed to be a more successful day, a day where he explained all of the breakthroughs they had and how many of their projects were safe for army members to use against their opponents.

But no, the subjects got in the way of that because they chose to try and escape again. Brown had to resolve that problem. As the result, he was now furious at them and he had to take charge. Jerome had to handle these cretins better. He turned to Theresa. "Our previous conversation can wait. You bring your two troops and Brenda to go find the winged girl. I'll take care of the subjects, the scientists, and the hunters. They need to be better trained in situations like these. Now go." He left the room and entered the containment room. No scientists was to go alone and he approached three scientists tossing subject 17 into his cage. "The results?" he questioned. "Successful," was the reply. "Excellent," he replied back, then a thought hit him. "This was the one who destroyed my sniper rifle, right?" he asked them. Two didn't know since they weren't there, but the third one did. "Yes sir," he replied. "Once he's awake, take Subject 17, Crimson, Subject 3, Alex, and Subject 2, Sari to my private containment cell." Another "Yes sir" was heard before they left. He turned to each of the subjects he previously listed. He was going to get his revenge.

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Crimson suddenly found three people off in the distance. It was Alex, Allaire, and Sari. He waited for them to get over here, then realized that Sari was still possessed to take us back. He watched her as she nearly got Alex and they both flew upwards into the sky. He had flown a few hundred feet than stopped. Sari wasn't following. She had landed on the plateau. Did she stop? Was she able to regain cotrol again? He saw her pull out a small note, looked at Alex, and got ready to fly back. "Wait!" he cried, swooping a little lower. "Where are you going? You're free now! You can escape with us!" He was still a little cautious just in case she wasn't fully turned yet.
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Jerome was outside, scanning the sky for their three little birdies or their two hunters, but no one was there. He sighed, then turned to Brenda. "You and I are going after them. Two against three isn't a number I like. We'll hopefully bring Brownie to help along. The more muscle we have, the better." He went to the weapon room and grabbed a couple of pistols and a Tranquilizer Rifle. He went outside and to Sergeant Brown. "Hey, I think we need more muscle. I recommend you, me, and Brenda go after them. You in?"