A.L.P.H.A.
[All Laughs Pause Here, Adym]
Program I
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Program I
3... 2... 1...
"Boom."
Concrete crumbled and metal shredded and bent beyond belief as an explosion filled the ground floor of CompoTech. A number of people were instantly blown to bit, pieces of flesh raining down upon the survivors who screamed their lungs out. A thick, black smoke filled the air. The fire alarm had gone off, and the sprinklers that hadn't been damaged in the explosion set off in an attempt to quell the remaining flames.
'Alert! Alert! Enemy in the vicinity of G-1! Alert! Alert!' The alarm rang shrilly through people's ears and anyone who was not trained for military combat lined up against the wall, cowering in fear. Men and women in uniform hupped up and down the hallways, spanning their forces through the floor to find whoever did this, and continuing their search floor by floor.
"********, man! Alviin, what the hell was that?" A raven-haired young man yelled into a transmitter clipped onto his purple scarf. His already pale skin had faded three more shades, nearly completely white now after feeling the blast of the explosion, even though it was ten floors down.
"Zzzt." The transmitter made a loud noise before a male voice came out on the other end. "That was C4. Not as effective as the newfangled stuff, but it did the trick. You got far enough away right? I set the timer for ten minutes."
"Yeah, we're on the eleventh floor. Twenty-nine to go." he said angrily. Alviin wished them good luck and went out on the transmitter, leaving Zyzon to let loose a huff. His left hand, hardly a hand anymore since 2015, reached up to his face, brushing against the claw-like scars on his left cheek to raise his thick-framed, rectangular glasses. He glanced down at the hand, the limb made of metal. Crafted well to be shaped like fingers, though in a far pointier way. Ball and socket metal joints kept them working like usual, as well as plenty of nerve connecters.
A onyx-haired woman placed her hand, her normal, fleshy hand, on his shoulder, and Zyzon glanced down to the woman a few inches shorter than he. She smiled, her ruby-painted lips parting to reveal a toothy smile that she hoped would calm him. Zyzon just sighed. "Alright, Helena." he said. "We got work to do."
They reached trouble as soon as they stepped onto the nineteenth floor. The elevator had been tampered with so any of their followers could not use it to get ahead of them, but it just didn't work the same when the enemy was on the floors they had to get onto. Zyzon swore and brought his left hand out to point at them, the tips of his metal fingers swinging open on hinges to reveal the hidden guns beneath. Twenty shots were fired; it was all the bullets he could hold in there. The downside was that he couldn't aim the blasted thing too well, but it still had done enough damage. At least five of them were dead, and most of the others were nursing bullets in their arms or legs.
Helena then stepped up, steam hissing from her legs. She jumped forwards and gave one man a sharp kick with her heel. The metal collided with his teeth, shattering them upon impact and sending him flying into the man next to him. Heads knocked together and both men were out. Helena then set to work, capturing one woman's neck between the flesh of her right leg and the cold metal of her left. More steam erupted from the sockets screwed into her left knee, as well as both ankles, a way of letting off the heat that built up whenever she used these fake legs.
Zyzon set to work on the men coming in from other rooms to see what the commotion was. His left hand was unusable, but his right 'hand' had plenty more spunk left in it. Bullets erupted in plentiful bursts from the large gun securely fasten to his arm. A reel of bullets sunk into the gun, fast disappearing as the number of people dying increased. When all life forms other than him and Helena had been killed, Zyzon stopped.
"Reload?" Helena said, pulling a package out from the belt around her waist.
"Reload." Zyzon said, and held out both arms for Helena to open up and reload. Once that had been done, they stepped over the bodies and continued running up the stairs.
"Are you alright?" Zyzon asked Helena as they reached the twenty-fifth floor. Helena rolled her dark brown eyes. It had become a habit of Zyzon, to constantly ask if she was okay. She had been the most damaged in each of their encounters.
"Pu-leaze," Helena said, continuing to run up the stairs, ahead of Zyzon by at least four steps. "These legs were made for running. And kicking. And I 'ain't joking." she added with a laugh.
"You know what I mean." he said with a growl, turning a corner to start on the twenty-seventh floor.
"Oooh!" she said, almost mocking a realizing voice. "You're worried about my insides. They're fine." Helena said, lightly touching the almost heart shaped scar that adorned her left side, a bit off from her belly button. Underneath the scar tissue and flesh lay a number of synthetic organs, her real ones ripped out in 2016. Black cords were attached to these organs, and erupted from her skin to swing around back and hook up into her spine. Her hands ventured up her bare stomach to the three claw-shaped scars that stretched across her torso, and bit below her breasts. She gave a laugh. "We are so going to screw him over, aren't we?"
Zyzon just gave her a little smile, and stopped when they reached a hallway on the thirtieth floor. Unlike the other floors, this only had one door, down at the end of the hallway. "This must be it." Zyzon said. Then he jumped as his transmitter crackled to life.
"Just to let you guys know, my scanners detect a single life form in there." Alviin's voice said over the transmitter.
"Really? What is it?" Helena said, bewildered.
"Like hell if I know. Just go in there, grab the computer, and bring it back to me so I can hack into it and get all those secret plans and weaknesses we need to bring that man down! Woot!" Alviin's childishness showed in his voice and speech as he gave a loud whoop at the mere thought of the group's painful revenge.
"Riiight. Okay." Zyzon said, clearly not as exuberant as Alviin was. He and Helena walked down the hallway and opened the door. They were greeted by darkness at first, but slowly, dim light turned on and the room was illuminated.
It was a bleak room, the walls, floor, and ceiling being no more than concrete slabs. No decorations, too, this room was all buisness. Numerous electronic equipment filled up the room, items that only Alviin could recognize and name, as well as a few giant monitor screens. But a monitor was useless without a computer behind it, and that's what they needed to focus on.
Then the room was fully illuminated, and the pair saw the life form Alviin had detected. A blonde, curly haired young man, his hair clipped away from his face by black barrettes, save for a few stray strands. A pale-skinned boy, he was, like he had not seen the sun for years. He was clothed in naught more than a pair of white pajama bottoms, and was seated upon a most uncomfortable-looking chair. Zyzon and Helena swiftly readied themselves for a battle, but the man didn't even move. He didn't even appear to be looking at them. No, Zyzon assured as he stepped a bit closer, this man had his eyes open, but there was nothing in them but a light fuzziness that almost seemed to move around, but he couldn't be sure in this light and this far away.
But most confusing about the man was not the state of non-motion he was in, nor the lack of seeing their presence. It was the wires. Thick black wires, similar to the ones that connected Zyzon's gun arm and Helena's legs to their flesh, though it was probably a bit closer in structure and use to the wires that connected Helena's synthetic organs to her spine, were coming out of his head. Three were connected in a semi-circle in the center of his forehead, and went over his head to insert themselves in the back of his head. A wire on each side of his face, no more than a centimeter above his blonde eyebrows, slipped out and wound themselves to an inch behind each ear, where his head met his neck. Upon his ears were clips, a button near the bottom of them, and multiple wires, much thinner and greater in number than the wires in his head, stretched out and connected the every machine in the room.
Zyzon and Helena gaped at the man for a moment, then looked at each other, knowing the same thought went through their heads. But that was absurd! It was unheard of, why, it was just-
"********..." Zyzon whispered.
