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Clicking. Ever present clicking.
This was the only sound in the dim room, lit by computer monitors and the glowing red emergency power lights that hung ominously from the ceiling, reminding the two-man science team on duty of one of those cheesy science fictions where the alarms blare and the self destruct button is engaged.
The room was bare, except for the elaborate computer screens lining the walls, and the single table, folded into its upright position, proudly sporting a map that was tinged with the meagre lights set up around it, providing light for the two scientists, frantically taking notes.
At the table sat a man.
He was barely a man anymore, for the experiments had taken a hefty price on his body. His skin was pale, leathery, hanging off of his bones in waves of ivory. His eyes and ears were covered by a thick black cloth, knotted too tightly, making his skin puff out. His wrinkled, pockmarked hands were constantly sifting across the map, pausing every once and a while to touch a certain point, lick his lips, and speak, his raspy voice clear in the silent room.
This was Endyneβs greatest asset, and worst nightmare. Experiment 00011, the man whoβs responsibility it was for tracking and hunting the experiments loose and dangerous in the world.
His name was lost into the voids of Phoenix Connections, but now his name was two mere words that were spoken reverently, fearfully. He was known as a simple man with an extraordinary power.
They called him The Master. His ability was finding others like him.
In their endless trek, his gnarled fingers paused.
βExperiment 01338, located; Freakβs bar. Downtown, Stretch City.β He rasped, his words immediately followed by scratching as the two scientists wrote the location down. His fingers continued on their trek, moving across the map with ease. After two more experiments called out, his fingers halted.
His brow furrowed, and he opened his mouth before closing it again. Something was... wrong. He couldnβt see past a barrier... a barrier that rested squarely over New York. Try as he might, he couldnβt read the codes...
βMassive Experiments in New York City. Approximately... twenty. Retriever involvement recommended.β
In a corner of his mind, he sent a single, coded message.
<RISE, Z. MANY COMRADES DETECTED. TIME TO WORK>
The two scientists, surprised at this news, picked up a phone.
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Matthew west was driving down a nondescript highway in the middle of New York state when he heard the call. A small beeping melody was heard in his headset that signalled a global call for retrievers. His ears perked up. Something big was happening.
The radio tweeted, and across the Retriever channel, the following message was heard.
βAll Retrieval units, proceed with manoeuvre Alpha Bravo, converging on city target New York, New York. Heavy experiment presence, proceed with caution. Units are advised to capture targets, and return them for re-evaluation. Command out.β
West frowned. All Retrievers? That meant a lot more than heavy presence. An unaccounted for number of experiments... his skin crawled. West was no stranger to combat with experiments. Indeed, he was one of the most successful retrievers Endyne had, his capture rate almost astronomical. But that many experiments meant that they could gang up and take the Retrievers down, one by one. They had to be careful.
His radio tweeted again, and his ears perked. His private line.
βCommand to Bingo, read us?β
West nodded. βBingo here, go Command.β
βYou are to detour to find Experiment 01889, otherwise named Conner, Jaz. Sheβs a priority A target, just entered into New York, southbound. Guns loose, not open, copy?β
West stopped the grey jeep he was driving, and reversed direction, heading towards New York. βRoger. Guns loose, not open. Any specifics?β
There was a pause. βNegative, Bingo. Masterβs down for the count, it seems. Proceed with caution. This oneβs a badass.β
Bingo nodded, severing the connection. He closed the folder he had open on the passenger seat, a dossier containing all of his previous captures, and focused on The open top of the jeep provided a cool breeze as he broke every speeding law he could on his way to New York. The city so nice, they named it twice.
He wondered if he would think of it that way upon leaving.