The two agents nodded "Of course sir..." and zipped up the body bag, carrying the dead corpse outside "Is there anything you need before you leave sir?"
The two agents nodded "Of course sir..." and zipped up the body bag, carrying the dead corpse outside "Is there anything you need before you leave sir?"
"...no nothing." Eric muttered, distractly. He mumures some words under his breath in a ancient tongue and then leaves.
The FBI agents carry the body back to the black unmarked van and zoom off.
"Terrance, I got you a new thing to dissect."
"What is it boss?" Terrance smiled "Is it a prize?"
"Do not fall out of you chair, I get that enough with my home team's tech. I managed to slice the thing's neck open. It has to be related to that drug."
"Wow, she's a looker boss..." he came closer "It seems human boss... in my years as a cover up agent for the Air Force... I've never seen this before."
"Having to kill beasts like this is second nature to me, but not ones evolved from humans." Eric's phone began to ring.
"This is Eric...another one?...never mind, I will get there as soon as I possible can." He ended the call. "You are about to get another one to play with, Terrance. It's loose in the hospital."
"Good luck fighting it boss... I might come down there with a Research team."
"Just do not start sharing condolences."
The Monster growled and headed towards Eric "ROAR!!!"
OOC: whoa whoa whoa when did that thing show up?
OOC: Monster in the hospital, isn't eric in the hospital? xDOriginally Posted by princesspeach94
OOC: no not yet.
OOC: Don't worry, I lol'd.
IC: The Monster growled and didn't head towards Eric "ROAR!!!"
"...Why are these people wanting to destroy themselves?" Eric muttered, leaving the hotel.
"Sir it's pretty bad..." Terrance said "it's insides are warped and twisted..."
"Save me the details, please. I prefer not to know what the insides look like."
"Roger boss..." and kept cutting the alien corpse "mmm...this might of been a male, boss... if you see any females get it to me ASAP... noting these in my log."
"Of course."
"Seriously boss this thing has everything cept a brain... 3 stomachs 2 hearts... 4... dang... this thing can drink a ton of beer without getting kidney failure."
Doe waited for the gunfire to stop before he left the room. Outside, he saw alarm lights flashing and a dead guard on the floor. John took the body's firearm and plotted his escape. As he rounded the next corner, his heart sank.
There, not twenty feet away, was the anomaly he had captured the previous night, only it wasn't an anomaly... it was real, and by the looks of things ready to tear him open.
As the monster began to make its move, Doe raised the firearm. His first shot hit the beast square in the gut, but to no effect. The next and final shot tore through its chest area. It ceased to charge, and limped to the nearest wall. There, it squealed and grasped the wound as it slid down the wall. Doe glimpsed at his firearm to see that the slide was back. No more ammo. He cautiously crept to the mutated corpse to get a good look at it. His camera was gone... guess the press won't get the inside scoop on this one.
A quick analysis revealed that his chest was one of a human. The rest of the body had grown thick scales, one of which simply ate his first shot. Must not have been turning for long. Infection hadn't spread to the chest... heart wasn't protected. Hearing footsteps, Doe made a mad dash for the exit.
"Ser Journalist, it is a pleasure to see you again. I see you defeated the beast I was after. As I recall you said you would break your own neck the next time I was around." Eric handed him his memory card.
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Doe barely managed not to run into the man as he ran out the door. Uncle Sergey, we meet again... With detached amusement, he took the memory card. He saw Eric's carefully-prepared uniform and realized what a madman he himself would have looked like if he were to have made his escape. In a patient's gown and socks, running through Manhattan with a bloody bandage over my nose and a smoking gun in my hand... you never had much of a chance.
"Alright, you have me." He laid the firearm on the sidewalk.
"You photographs have been of great aid to this investigation. And if you are expecting me to arrest you, I have no cause and it is not my department. You have done a decent enough service for me, I have already killed one of these damnable things already, what ever department is after you, I will not say anything." He picked up the firearm at his feet.
"Now tell me, where did you shoot the beast and do you know if there are any more around-" A distant roar answered his question.
"This is almost reminding me of a rat infestation."
"The heart, I... I shot it in the heart." His voice was slightly distorted by his injury. "Its chest was just like a human's, but the rest was more like a crocodile. I'm going to take a shot in the dark and say that was a mutant. Something to do with Mexico, perhaps?"
"So I have been told. As relating to Mexico, We have no evidence to support the theory, Ser Journlist. Now I suggest you get out of here." He drew his daggers from their scabbards and ran towards the source of the sound.
So I'm not 100% screwed?
Doe decided to lose the remaining hospital security in a nearby alley, where he paused to make a plan. After some searching, he found some filthy old bum's clothes sitting on a trash can. He decided to use that as a disguise, and panhandle enough cash to get home.
Five minutes later, he blundered his way into the street, putting all of his effort into his acting, and avoiding throwing up from the rancid smell of his clothing. Keep it together, Jack. Just do what you need to do to get home without getting arrested.
"Terrance, you about to get two more bodies for your experiments. If this next one does not kill me first."
"Roger that Boss, I cannot send a Team out... Chairman Carter has them off in some sort of goose chase."
"Damn it. His stupity is going to end my existance one of these days."
"How's it going Boss?" he hacked into the camera and watched Eric fight the beast.
He knocked the beast down with a foot. "Much better than last time."
Finally back home, Doe sat at his TV drinking a mug of coffee. Hell of a day this was... yuck. He'd been sure to thoroughly clean off the stench of bum upon arrival. Content that noone had followed him home, he kicked back and turned on the news. This particular station was based in the middle of NYC, and broadcast all over the country.
One of the major issues that the Doe clan had mulled over in past meetings was the possibility of a panic (riots) upon the failure of a government cover-up. It was agreed that a cover-up from years in the past was safe to leak, but if something that was currently happening were to become common knowledge, that's when things got dangerous. As such, Doe's stomach turned into a ball of lead as he watched the blurry video (probably filmed on a cell phone) of a mutated freak being chased down a crowded sidewalk by a couple of police officers.
The newscasters casually debated the probability that the footage was real, but Doe already knew the answer. He raced to his back closet and fished out his favorite illegally-owned firearms, one of which was a modified AK-47 assault rifle left over from the Cold War. He'd added a thermal camera to the side, a folding stock, and a quality "red-dot" sight to the top. For close encounters, he carried a suppressed M-10 (or MAC-10, as it is more commonly referred as). He kept both weapons out and ready, should the unruly hordes of New Yorkers decide to stampede.
"It is dead." Eric finally said, sheathing his daggers. "So this is the thanks my people receive. Destruction of themselves and the world around them. Sick. The blessings mean nothing to these people. Seeing this carnage makes me wonder if she is the one in the right and we are in the wrong. Terrance, you may pick up at your liesure. I am leaving before I slaughter others with this frustration." He walked away from the body.
"Strenght of sin. Spirit of a ghost. Hope of the dead. Courage of a coward. Freedom of a slave. Law of murder. Harmony of a knife. Wisdom of a fool. That is what this world believes in."
"Are you monolouging again boss?" Terrance chuckled, sipping some coffee "You need to Secure the beast before the team arrives since i cannot get one ASAP."
"No one in their right mind will go near the damn thing. I am leaving. I do not wish to be here any longer. I am not investigating, I am cleaning and covering up a damn mess!"
Chaos came quickly. Somewhere down the street, some group of idiot friends had decided they wanted to be adventurous, so they decided that buying some horribly overpriced green slush in a jar was definitely a good idea.
Now, a short time later, they were a pack of foul, howling monstrosities charging through New York. The now-heavy rain didn't seem to bother them, but it was slightly disorienting for the pedestrians on the street. As they were distraced, trying to get away, one good samaritan threw a brick through a shop's window. One thing led to another, and riots erupted.
Doe how had his weapons on him, and his assault rifle in hand. He knew where his clan's leader lived- off the island, but not terribly far from where he was. The riots would get there soon. Ignoring all firearms laws, Doe stepped outside and prepared to make a run for it. Reminding himself that all of the data he stored in his basement was on a database elsewhere, he began walking.
"I am aware of the assignment....The only reason I am here is because I was personally asked by The Boss. I am an investigator, not some damn janitor! Perhaps I was an assassin at one time, hunted by every government agency, but I am no dog that you can order to kill!...Then I suggest you find someone else!"
"Don't cry boss... I'm not asking you." Terrance said over the mic "The Boss is ordering you."
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