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Project: Daedalus (Issue #2)
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Master_Pugs
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Kiro stands and falls in line at the back of the pack and continues to mutter under his breath, lost in thought and eyes on the floor.
Agamon
Adventurer
The elite entourage heads out of the room. Screaming Eagle smiles and agrees to push Aaron's chair. "Yes, we're to take you to Dallas, that's where the investigation is headquartered. When we were told to bring you there, we assumed it was to incarcerate you in the elite prison they have there. That seems pretty unlikely now, given the circumstances."
Before they get far, the reporter and the cameraman exit the elevator. They quickly spot the group and rush towards them. "Screaming Eagle," the female reporter says, moving up to her, "what can you tell us about the engagement you were involved in yesterday afternoon?" She sticks the microphone in her face.
Screaming Eagle smiles. "We were there to bring these other elites in for questioning regarding the happenings at the research facility yesterday morning. Unfortunately, Evolution had different ideas for these people, and a fight ensued."
"These elites in your custody are the terrorists that attacked the facility?"
"The terrorist label is completely unfounded. In fact, there is evidence that these people are victims, not attackers, of that facility."
She turns to Tyrone. "Tyroc, do you have anything to add to that?"
BioGen headquarters, Seattle, Washington
The older gentleman nervously looked at his watch as he sat at the conference table. Beside him, Ms. Nelson sat with a calmer expression.
The man shifted in his chair. "She could have video conferenced with us. But she's coming here personally. That doesn't bode well, Nelson."
"A very expensive, very important, project has been set back significantly," Ms. Nelson said, glancing down at the laptop in front of her. "I'm not surprised by the reaction, Dr. Anton."
"How can you be so calm about this? All of our asses are in a sling right now."
"As we have discussed, things are not as bad as they seem. I am certain Miss Walsh will see things this way, as well," Ms. Nelson replied, not raising her eyes from the monitor screen before her.
Moments later, the doors opens and a tall, dark-haired woman enters, and without saying anything, seats herself at the other side of the table.
The doctor tries his best to appear confident. "Good morning, Miss Wal..."
"I didn't come here to exchange pleasantries, Anton," Linda Walsh interrupts, a bit of a scowl on her face. "The events of the past two days have your investors very perturbed, to say the least. The media has named BioGen as the company behind this debacle, you could become this decade's Enron after the investigation. But that's not even the worst of it, is it?
"I'm told that your 'experiment' is no long viable. This has my employer, as well as a number of other individuals, I'm certain, quite upset. We were expecting some results very soon. Instead, we got this." Linda removes her glasses and slides them into the breast pocket of her suit. "My thought is you'll be quite jealous of Enron when all is said and done."
"On the contrary, Miss Walsh," Ms. Nelson replies, looking up from the screen. "We've made great strides in the past two months. Surely, this is a setback, but we still have the most important subject to the project. The project is expected to be back on track within the week in a new, secure location."
Linda thinks on this a moment before responding. "This had best be true. I'll expect some results very soon. The time frame for the two end products is growing shorter. I'll report back to the investors what you have told me and attempt to keep them all on board."
The doctor grins nervously. "Thank you, Miss Walsh. I assure you we will do our best to..."
"You'll do better than your best. I'm staking my own reputation on this now, Dr. Anton. If you fail, you might not be around to see the fall of your company," Linda responds coldly. As she rises from the table, she notes the small ball-like opbject in the corner of the ceiling. "I hope that you didn't waste your time attempting to record this conversation. VSC outfitted your office with its security, after all," she says, putting her glasses back on before leaving the office.
Dr. Anton exhaled loudly as the door closed. "Nelson, get a hold of MacDermott immediately."
"Yes, doctor," Ms. Nelson said, adjusting her glasses before beginning to type once more on her laptop.
Before they get far, the reporter and the cameraman exit the elevator. They quickly spot the group and rush towards them. "Screaming Eagle," the female reporter says, moving up to her, "what can you tell us about the engagement you were involved in yesterday afternoon?" She sticks the microphone in her face.
Screaming Eagle smiles. "We were there to bring these other elites in for questioning regarding the happenings at the research facility yesterday morning. Unfortunately, Evolution had different ideas for these people, and a fight ensued."
"These elites in your custody are the terrorists that attacked the facility?"
"The terrorist label is completely unfounded. In fact, there is evidence that these people are victims, not attackers, of that facility."
She turns to Tyrone. "Tyroc, do you have anything to add to that?"
BioGen headquarters, Seattle, Washington
The older gentleman nervously looked at his watch as he sat at the conference table. Beside him, Ms. Nelson sat with a calmer expression.
The man shifted in his chair. "She could have video conferenced with us. But she's coming here personally. That doesn't bode well, Nelson."
"A very expensive, very important, project has been set back significantly," Ms. Nelson said, glancing down at the laptop in front of her. "I'm not surprised by the reaction, Dr. Anton."
"How can you be so calm about this? All of our asses are in a sling right now."
"As we have discussed, things are not as bad as they seem. I am certain Miss Walsh will see things this way, as well," Ms. Nelson replied, not raising her eyes from the monitor screen before her.
Moments later, the doors opens and a tall, dark-haired woman enters, and without saying anything, seats herself at the other side of the table.
The doctor tries his best to appear confident. "Good morning, Miss Wal..."
"I didn't come here to exchange pleasantries, Anton," Linda Walsh interrupts, a bit of a scowl on her face. "The events of the past two days have your investors very perturbed, to say the least. The media has named BioGen as the company behind this debacle, you could become this decade's Enron after the investigation. But that's not even the worst of it, is it?
"I'm told that your 'experiment' is no long viable. This has my employer, as well as a number of other individuals, I'm certain, quite upset. We were expecting some results very soon. Instead, we got this." Linda removes her glasses and slides them into the breast pocket of her suit. "My thought is you'll be quite jealous of Enron when all is said and done."
"On the contrary, Miss Walsh," Ms. Nelson replies, looking up from the screen. "We've made great strides in the past two months. Surely, this is a setback, but we still have the most important subject to the project. The project is expected to be back on track within the week in a new, secure location."
Linda thinks on this a moment before responding. "This had best be true. I'll expect some results very soon. The time frame for the two end products is growing shorter. I'll report back to the investors what you have told me and attempt to keep them all on board."
The doctor grins nervously. "Thank you, Miss Walsh. I assure you we will do our best to..."
"You'll do better than your best. I'm staking my own reputation on this now, Dr. Anton. If you fail, you might not be around to see the fall of your company," Linda responds coldly. As she rises from the table, she notes the small ball-like opbject in the corner of the ceiling. "I hope that you didn't waste your time attempting to record this conversation. VSC outfitted your office with its security, after all," she says, putting her glasses back on before leaving the office.
Dr. Anton exhaled loudly as the door closed. "Nelson, get a hold of MacDermott immediately."
"Yes, doctor," Ms. Nelson said, adjusting her glasses before beginning to type once more on her laptop.
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Calinon
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"Darn right, Angel," Tyrone says, stepping up beside Screaming Eagle.
"Two months ago, me an' these elites here," he says, gesturing to the others, "got kidnapped. I got bagged while working at my job at VSC. Sarah got set up while working as a cop in New York City. The 'nappers took Miguel, Max and Kiro here from outa country. Hell, they even nabbed Aaron here outa Canada, and he's just a kid. They locked us down in a lab under that base and experimented on us.
"Drug injections, sense dep chambers, electrodes; hell, they even inserted tracking chips in our heads. It was two months of hell until Doc Kalym came to her senses and helped us escape.
"Doctor MacDermott was the head of the project there, working for biogen; maybe even other companies. Likely he fed the media a morsel and lo and behold, the media turned it into a terrorist attack!
"Let me tell you, yo, and anyone knowin' anything about Tyroc knows this; I aint a terrorist. I aint done nothin' but help people with my abilities. None of these folks are anything but people wanting to lead their lives and stuck into a crappy situation only made worse by the media shucking around the terrorist angle. We didn't attack nuthin'. We escaped and did as little damage as humanly possible.
"We got out to this farmhouse and Doc Kalym took the chips out of our heads. Little things," he says, pulling his out of his pocket. "Just like this. Handily made by VSC. We were ready to run for our lives and try to figure this whole thing out when Biogen's hired thugs, Evolution, came on the scene.
"They showed complete and utter disregard for the safety of any bystanders. Gotta love when money is the only object. Shoot first, ask questions later. And after two months of being stuck in that prison, we got our asses kicked, royally. Aaron's lucky to be alive; Sarah too.
"That's when American Freedom showed up, and thank god for them. Without them, that psycopath Strafe and his cronies likely would have had us back in captivity or worse. But unlike Evolution, American Freedom took a look at our story and checked on it. And given that none of us have handcuffs on, you can see what they believe.
"Now we head to Dallas with American Freedom, and hopefully get to the bottom of this. I wanna find out who the hell thought it would be a fun idea to make me a human guinea pig and expose them for the scum they are.
"We aint terrorists. Never were. Our lives and reps have been drug through the mud. I for one, am proud of the reputation I had. I want it back. So I can guaran-damn-tee that we aint rollin' over and brushin' this crap off."
Tyrone reaches into his pocket and pulls out his sunglasses. Putting them on, he says, "And for my peeps at Tyroc's pad, my fans and retractors, and especially for you crooks in New York who had it easy for the past two months... Tyroc is back."
"Two months ago, me an' these elites here," he says, gesturing to the others, "got kidnapped. I got bagged while working at my job at VSC. Sarah got set up while working as a cop in New York City. The 'nappers took Miguel, Max and Kiro here from outa country. Hell, they even nabbed Aaron here outa Canada, and he's just a kid. They locked us down in a lab under that base and experimented on us.
"Drug injections, sense dep chambers, electrodes; hell, they even inserted tracking chips in our heads. It was two months of hell until Doc Kalym came to her senses and helped us escape.
"Doctor MacDermott was the head of the project there, working for biogen; maybe even other companies. Likely he fed the media a morsel and lo and behold, the media turned it into a terrorist attack!
"Let me tell you, yo, and anyone knowin' anything about Tyroc knows this; I aint a terrorist. I aint done nothin' but help people with my abilities. None of these folks are anything but people wanting to lead their lives and stuck into a crappy situation only made worse by the media shucking around the terrorist angle. We didn't attack nuthin'. We escaped and did as little damage as humanly possible.
"We got out to this farmhouse and Doc Kalym took the chips out of our heads. Little things," he says, pulling his out of his pocket. "Just like this. Handily made by VSC. We were ready to run for our lives and try to figure this whole thing out when Biogen's hired thugs, Evolution, came on the scene.
"They showed complete and utter disregard for the safety of any bystanders. Gotta love when money is the only object. Shoot first, ask questions later. And after two months of being stuck in that prison, we got our asses kicked, royally. Aaron's lucky to be alive; Sarah too.
"That's when American Freedom showed up, and thank god for them. Without them, that psycopath Strafe and his cronies likely would have had us back in captivity or worse. But unlike Evolution, American Freedom took a look at our story and checked on it. And given that none of us have handcuffs on, you can see what they believe.
"Now we head to Dallas with American Freedom, and hopefully get to the bottom of this. I wanna find out who the hell thought it would be a fun idea to make me a human guinea pig and expose them for the scum they are.
"We aint terrorists. Never were. Our lives and reps have been drug through the mud. I for one, am proud of the reputation I had. I want it back. So I can guaran-damn-tee that we aint rollin' over and brushin' this crap off."
Tyrone reaches into his pocket and pulls out his sunglasses. Putting them on, he says, "And for my peeps at Tyroc's pad, my fans and retractors, and especially for you crooks in New York who had it easy for the past two months... Tyroc is back."
Deva
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Best way to impede an investigation, tell the press everything... Sarah listens, stone-faced, as Screaming Eagle and Tyroc give the local reporter exactly what she wanted: The story of her career. God, I hate the media. She turns her head to Eagle, acting as if the reporter and the cameraman aren't even there. "Can we go now?"
Agamon
Adventurer
The reporter's eyes grow wide at the story. When Tyrone is finished, she cues for the cameraman to cut. "Damn, we shoulda went live with this." She looks to Tyrone, "Thanks," she says quickly, pulling out her cell as she and cameraman race back to the elevator.
"Yes, the word is out, there'll be a mob here soon. We should leave immediately or we'll get held up," Eagle agrees with Sarah.
They make their way down to the lobby. Two black, unmarked vans are waiting for them. Getting inside, everyone is wisked to the Denver International Airport, where the American Freedom areodyne awaits them.
Within 20 minutes, everyone is on board and ready to go. "American Freedom, you are cleared for takeoff." a voice says over the speaker as everyone settles in.
"Roger that," Screaming Eagle responds into her headset.
Max is sitting near the back, staying quiet and minding his own business. Jaya, still exhausted, is already falling asleep in her chair. Barrett sits in a chair nearer the back open the isle to make room for his cast. Andrew sits in the co-pilot seat up front.
Once they've lifted off, Andrew turns to Tyrone. "So all that stuff you said is what happened, hey?" His gaze moves to everyone else on board as he adds, "Why do you think they were doing that? I mean, there's already voluntary elite research being preformed, why all the kidknapping and hush-hush?" He looks to Miguel. "And what about this Brian guy you mentioned back there? Who's that?"
"Yes, the word is out, there'll be a mob here soon. We should leave immediately or we'll get held up," Eagle agrees with Sarah.
They make their way down to the lobby. Two black, unmarked vans are waiting for them. Getting inside, everyone is wisked to the Denver International Airport, where the American Freedom areodyne awaits them.
Within 20 minutes, everyone is on board and ready to go. "American Freedom, you are cleared for takeoff." a voice says over the speaker as everyone settles in.
"Roger that," Screaming Eagle responds into her headset.
Max is sitting near the back, staying quiet and minding his own business. Jaya, still exhausted, is already falling asleep in her chair. Barrett sits in a chair nearer the back open the isle to make room for his cast. Andrew sits in the co-pilot seat up front.
Once they've lifted off, Andrew turns to Tyrone. "So all that stuff you said is what happened, hey?" His gaze moves to everyone else on board as he adds, "Why do you think they were doing that? I mean, there's already voluntary elite research being preformed, why all the kidknapping and hush-hush?" He looks to Miguel. "And what about this Brian guy you mentioned back there? Who's that?"
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Agamon said:
"Don't know what they hoped to gain really, Jaya would know more about that then I would. Better yet, give me 30 minutes alone with MacDermott and I am pretty sure I could get all the answers you need."
Miguel says to Andrew with a smirk.
"As for Brian, all I know is that he's an older man. Jaya would have more information than us. They used him to keep our powers in check, but it sounded like he wasn't there voluntarily. He was in a different part of the complex and we couldn't get to him when we escaped. More then likely they will be using him with whoever they grab next."
Calinon
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"It went down like I said. Or aliens used their powerful brain rays to turn us into elite terrorists who escape in mini-vans and don't kill people. Take your pick.Agamon said:
"I dunno why they were doin' the crap they did to us, but I rather pissed someone off that wanted me removed. That's prolly why I was taken," Tyrone says without expanding on the subject. "And I know that those experiments were painful. Very painful."
"Oh damn! Hey, got an uhh... plane-phone type thingy about? I forgot to call mama and nothin' that happened in that base'll compare to the asskickin' I'll get if I don't call her, especially when that story goes out."
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