This choice: Before leaving Iraq, she was injected with a military experiment • Go Back...Chapter #3Military Intelligence is an oxymoron by: Charon   Special Agent Gregory Thompson dashed through the laboratory halls, his suit coat flapping out behind him. For a man in his 50s, he was still as swift as anyone in their 20s. He threw open a heavy steel door, startling a brown-skinned scientist within.
"Doctor Ramesh, what is the meaning of this!?"
The doctor regarded him in an inquisitive manner. "What do you mean, Gregory? I've no idea what you're talking about."
Thompson grabbed Ramesh by the lapels of his labcoat, hauling him into the air and slamming him against the nearest wall. "You know goddamn well what I mean! You injected a soldier with the Omicron strain of the Makrite Compound!"
The scientist shrugged. "I was only following orders, Thompson. You know that. I always follow orders."
The special agent growled, pressing Ramesh even harder against the wall, causing the Indian man to wince. "I don't give a fuck about orders right now! THINK, Ramesh! What was the girl's name, huh!?"
"Her name was Shelby...Oh."
"That's right! Say it! Shelby Thompson! She's my daughter, you deranged fuck! Who gave you the order to inject her!?"
Ramesh coughed from the pressure Gregory was exerting on his abdomen. "It came all the way from the top. I couldn't have disobeyed if I'd wanted to. You know as well as I do that at our level of secrecy, the only way we leave the agency is in a bodybag."
Thompson pulled out his sidearm, and pressed it directly over Ramesh's heart. "Well then, Ramesh, I've got a new order for you. My rank exceeds yours, so you better fucking follow it: you are going to work night and day to find a cure for the Omicron strain, before anything horrible happens to my daughter. Understand?"
Ramesh looked at the gun. "Your words are impeccably clear."
Before we continue, how about a little primer to the Makrite Compound?
It was theorized by Gilliam Makrite, ideally the greatest medical compound in existence. The Alpha strain had already shown promise in slowing or even halting the progress of cancer, and the Delta strain was used to close massive wounds. The military had especially been interested in the Epsilon and Omicron strains, however.
The Epsilon had shown in tests with rats to create massive amounts of muscle tissue, more than quintupling the creature's strength. Of course, it then developed a particularly vicious form of brain cancer, and died soon afterward. The Omicron strain worked differently: it still increased the strength and durability of the test subject, but did so by causing it to grow. The rats injected with the strain had grown larger than bulldogs before they were killed, for fear of how big they might grow to be. It was found that certain parts and organs in the animals, the ones found most pleasing to the opposite sex, were greatly enhanced as the critters grew.
And now the Omicron strain was fermenting inside its first human test subject, and unwilling and unwitting one...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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