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<blockquote data-quote="Calinon" data-source="post: 2089542" data-attributes="member: 13737"><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><em>Epilogue...</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><strong>An SAP Research Facility</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><strong>South American Mountains</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">SAP security forces buzzed over the secret lab housed in the SAP facility as scientists worked to carefully catelogue the genetic samples within. All were working under the watchful eye of Allison Vaile. Thanks to the efforts of EPIC, the recent media coverage and a nearly unanimous vote of the shareholders, she now had full control of SAP on behalf of her secret benefactor.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Ms. Vaile! Look!" said a scientist, rushing up and thrusting a pad at her. A security guard nearly broke the man's neck as he stopped him with a chokehold from getting too close. Ms. Vaile casually took the pad and nodded for the guard to release the scientist.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"It's a genetically complete sample of Anaconda," the man said raspily, rubbing his throat. "It looks like they really did collect it from Neutr...."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Have it destroyed."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"But ma'am," protested the scientist. "The benefits of working with such a perfect virus..."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Destroy it. By day's end, I want Anaconda wiped from the face of the Earth."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><strong>A Military Research Facility</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><strong>Africa</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Zobari Nomusu sat stiffly in the reception room. Despite years of being a member of EPIC, he was still a practiced soldier and it showed in his stance and the unwaivering neutrality displayed on his tanned face. Underneath that exterior, he was seething. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">General Atsu Afifi had kept him waiting for nearly an hour. As the sixtieth minute ticked by on the wall clock, he rose to attention and strode towards Afifi's door. The soldier serving as receptionist rose and moved to block his path, a decision that enabled Sandstorm to demonstrate the superiority his many years of combat training afforded him over the young soldier. Leaving the man laying unconscious on the tiled floor, he threw the doors open to Afifi's office and stormed in.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Your stalling tactics are over, Afifi," he scowled, striding confidently up to the desk. "You have much to answer for."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">The man behind the desk simply shuffled the papers he had been examining together and closed the folder they were in, a folder marked "TOP SECRET." Afifi looked up, his white smile a stark contrast to his richly dark skin. "I trust my aide will recover?"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"You should worry less about your aid and more about yourself. Your projects here have not escaped notice. General Melamu himself authorized me to investigate matters. Keeping me waiting is not a wise idea."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Oh, I am very intimidated," Afifi responded drolly. "But suppose we eliminate the drab and boring banter and just show you the lab work we are performing here."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">At that moment, a feather could have knocked the hero down and that surprise was etched upon his face. "Come, I have nothing to hide from you," Afifi said, rising and leading Sandstorm into the research labs of the base. The labs, it seemed were all conducting legitimate research, and it surprised Sandstorm that nothing was out of the ordinary.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"I think you'll find our final lab of particular interest," Afifi said, leading Sandstorm into an enclosed room with tons of monitoring equipment. One wall was glasteel, providing a barrier between the scientists and soldiers in the lab and several men in several chambers on the other side of the wall.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"This is where we are working on our genetic virus," Afifi said calmly as the door clicked shut behind Sandstorm. "Once complete, it will eliminate the mutant plague infesting the Earth. Only mutants loyal to me will have access to the antivirus," he said, walking away from Sandstorm. Several soldiers interposed themselves between the hero and the General.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">It took Sandstorm a moment to absorb the information so plainly presented by Afifi. When it had all sunk in a mere moment later, he surged forward, prepared to use his powers to besiege the lab with a blinding sandstorm....</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">And instead fell to the ground.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Your powers are not working?" Afifi said with a knowing smile as his soldiers pounced on the prone man, beating him senseless. "I must say, I am very glad you have come. With the Anarchy attack on our forces recently, we are very short of suitable test subjects. And with the original virus now in our hands, stolen right from under the nose of your EPIC younglings, I think our first mutant test shall be very soon. Put him in cell three."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><strong>Mega-city of New York</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><strong>M-Tac Holding Facility</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Captain Carmella Majors stood in the security office in her civilian clothing, having been using her off hours to review the escape. She was currently reviewing the brief image of the man who broke the young girl out of her cell.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"He obviously has the same powers the girl does, but we never protected the systems from someone breaking into the cell with them, just out of it," the young officer said as the two second image spun and whirled, showing nothing but a swirl of color here and there with nothing readily discernable.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Go back," Majors said flatly.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"I don't know what you're looking for ma'am. It's all just a jumble."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"Again."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"We've been looking at this stuff for the last two weeks. What are you looking for."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Majors hand shot forward, hitting the panel and freezing the image as she leaned over the young officer. "Zoom in on that," she said, pointing at a tiny object on the screen.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"What is that? It kind of looks like a trident? Maybe some sort of icon?" the young officer suggested as he manipulated the image.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Majors stood back up, looking down at the officer, her cybernetic eye glowing. The officer quickly looked away. If Majors took offense, she didn't show it.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">"No," she said flatly. "It's an E."</span></p><p></p><p><a href="http://www.enworld.org/showthread.php?t=124309" target="_blank">Here's Issue 7!</a></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Calinon, post: 2089542, member: 13737"] [FONT=Times New Roman][I]Epilogue...[/I] [B]An SAP Research Facility South American Mountains[/B] SAP security forces buzzed over the secret lab housed in the SAP facility as scientists worked to carefully catelogue the genetic samples within. All were working under the watchful eye of Allison Vaile. Thanks to the efforts of EPIC, the recent media coverage and a nearly unanimous vote of the shareholders, she now had full control of SAP on behalf of her secret benefactor. "Ms. Vaile! Look!" said a scientist, rushing up and thrusting a pad at her. A security guard nearly broke the man's neck as he stopped him with a chokehold from getting too close. Ms. Vaile casually took the pad and nodded for the guard to release the scientist. "It's a genetically complete sample of Anaconda," the man said raspily, rubbing his throat. "It looks like they really did collect it from Neutr...." "Have it destroyed." "But ma'am," protested the scientist. "The benefits of working with such a perfect virus..." "Destroy it. By day's end, I want Anaconda wiped from the face of the Earth." [B]A Military Research Facility Africa[/B] Zobari Nomusu sat stiffly in the reception room. Despite years of being a member of EPIC, he was still a practiced soldier and it showed in his stance and the unwaivering neutrality displayed on his tanned face. Underneath that exterior, he was seething. General Atsu Afifi had kept him waiting for nearly an hour. As the sixtieth minute ticked by on the wall clock, he rose to attention and strode towards Afifi's door. The soldier serving as receptionist rose and moved to block his path, a decision that enabled Sandstorm to demonstrate the superiority his many years of combat training afforded him over the young soldier. Leaving the man laying unconscious on the tiled floor, he threw the doors open to Afifi's office and stormed in. "Your stalling tactics are over, Afifi," he scowled, striding confidently up to the desk. "You have much to answer for." The man behind the desk simply shuffled the papers he had been examining together and closed the folder they were in, a folder marked "TOP SECRET." Afifi looked up, his white smile a stark contrast to his richly dark skin. "I trust my aide will recover?" "You should worry less about your aid and more about yourself. Your projects here have not escaped notice. General Melamu himself authorized me to investigate matters. Keeping me waiting is not a wise idea." "Oh, I am very intimidated," Afifi responded drolly. "But suppose we eliminate the drab and boring banter and just show you the lab work we are performing here." At that moment, a feather could have knocked the hero down and that surprise was etched upon his face. "Come, I have nothing to hide from you," Afifi said, rising and leading Sandstorm into the research labs of the base. The labs, it seemed were all conducting legitimate research, and it surprised Sandstorm that nothing was out of the ordinary. "I think you'll find our final lab of particular interest," Afifi said, leading Sandstorm into an enclosed room with tons of monitoring equipment. One wall was glasteel, providing a barrier between the scientists and soldiers in the lab and several men in several chambers on the other side of the wall. "This is where we are working on our genetic virus," Afifi said calmly as the door clicked shut behind Sandstorm. "Once complete, it will eliminate the mutant plague infesting the Earth. Only mutants loyal to me will have access to the antivirus," he said, walking away from Sandstorm. Several soldiers interposed themselves between the hero and the General. It took Sandstorm a moment to absorb the information so plainly presented by Afifi. When it had all sunk in a mere moment later, he surged forward, prepared to use his powers to besiege the lab with a blinding sandstorm.... And instead fell to the ground. "Your powers are not working?" Afifi said with a knowing smile as his soldiers pounced on the prone man, beating him senseless. "I must say, I am very glad you have come. With the Anarchy attack on our forces recently, we are very short of suitable test subjects. And with the original virus now in our hands, stolen right from under the nose of your EPIC younglings, I think our first mutant test shall be very soon. Put him in cell three." [B]Mega-city of New York M-Tac Holding Facility[/B] Captain Carmella Majors stood in the security office in her civilian clothing, having been using her off hours to review the escape. She was currently reviewing the brief image of the man who broke the young girl out of her cell. "He obviously has the same powers the girl does, but we never protected the systems from someone breaking into the cell with them, just out of it," the young officer said as the two second image spun and whirled, showing nothing but a swirl of color here and there with nothing readily discernable. "Go back," Majors said flatly. "I don't know what you're looking for ma'am. It's all just a jumble." "Again." "We've been looking at this stuff for the last two weeks. What are you looking for." Majors hand shot forward, hitting the panel and freezing the image as she leaned over the young officer. "Zoom in on that," she said, pointing at a tiny object on the screen. "What is that? It kind of looks like a trident? Maybe some sort of icon?" the young officer suggested as he manipulated the image. Majors stood back up, looking down at the officer, her cybernetic eye glowing. The officer quickly looked away. If Majors took offense, she didn't show it. "No," she said flatly. "It's an E."[/FONT] [URL=http://www.enworld.org/showthread.php?t=124309]Here's Issue 7![/URL] [/QUOTE]
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