Subject 3033...(BWAM, Sci-fi Romance, 18+)

Chapter Twenty Five

Siobhan's p.o.v

My palms press flat against the cypress-wood table, as I stare up at the team lined up in my office. Yes, I am seething, but revealing that much, I shall not. It is a tactic I have coerced my body to master, the calm before the storm.
"So, what have you managed to discover, in regards to subject 3033, Detective Euphrasia?"

"We've been working tirelessly, diligently, and without sleep for countless weeks..."
"Get.to.the.point.detective," I grit, letting some of the rage slip.
"Forgive me, Miss. Siobhan. So, recently, I'd been pondering over the issue of tracking chips, and how personnels working in both the labs and institute, have them implanted into parts of their bodies.

I decided to hack the chips of all employees, identify how many are dead, and where exactly they died, via the holographic storage systems. Then, I stumbled upon the tracker of a worker, a nurse who'd been employed in the labs. Apparently, she is very much alive, but the female does not inhabit the building, or the institute.

So, my team and I dug deeper, further. We discovered her whereabouts, in an area not sited on the global map, a well-hidden valley, called the Kailu Valley. The land houses a soldiers' bunker, and just recently, an impenetrable shield was erected around the vast surface."

Oh, now my attention is peeked.

"The shield serves as a defense mechanism, invisible to the human eye, with a voltage so high, a mere touch by a person from the outside, would instantly electrocute them to their death. Which led us to the conclusion that subject 3033, is most definitely inhabiting a part of the Kailu Valley. The persons that went out of their way to build such a shield, must surely have knowledge of what she is."

I keep my mouth sealed, pondering over the words.
"We will not take any chances. So, here is what I suggest we do, with your permission, Miss. Siobhan. We should send out persons from my team, disguised as survivors of the apocalypse, to the valley. Then, they'll infiltrate and attack the base from the inside, bring subject 3033 back, execute everyone else."

Her words make my eyes snap from the empty space I'd been staring into, and in direction, instead.
"And what makes you so certain she'll not execute you first? She is a lethal weapon of war, trained from when she was young. Of course, I completely agree with you on the 'pretence of survivors' idea, but no one will be executing anyone. Instead, we will lure her in."

The idea sends a trail of pleasant goosebumps coating my skin.
"How will we lure her to you, Miss. Siobhan? Like you said, she is fatal."
I grant the detective a subtle smile, arching a brow.
"Her surrogate mother, Enya."
The room bursts into low whispers and incoherent mumbles.

"But madam, we thought you executed Enya."
"Detective, you only heard the news, you didn't actually see me or anyone else plunge a knife, or use a ray gun on her, yes?"
More gasping, more whispers.
"So, how do we lure her in?"

"Simple, really. Enya is the one person subject 3033 values more than her own life. The girl has practically marked and memorized her mother's external features magnificently. So, the barcode on her left upper arm, I shall rip off myself, and one of you, will have it delivered to subject 3033, as proof of her mother's existence. Besides, Enya is barely breathing in the torture chambers."
"When do we leave then, madam?"
"In three days. Any objections? I thought so..."

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Tallulah's p.o.v

So, with each ticking second, each minute, each passing day, my feelings for Noe grow more profound. In all my living, I'd never imagined that one day, I'd be cooking in a home, or that I would be training outside those dense titanium walls back in the labs. I'd never pictured myself seeking solace and warmth in another human, other than my mother, never imagined that I'd have a female friend, and one as amazing as Tokyo.

Speaking of the female, we are currently in her lab, both Noe and I. According to what he told me this morning, on our way back to his home from the gym, he'd have to pay Tokyo a visit, check on his axis and atlas. So now, he is sat on the operation bed, shirtless, with his back curved outwards.

"Tokyo, I need you to re-galvanize the two vertebrae, with tungsten instead of chromium."
"Excuse me? Cousin, your trionic spine is already galvanized."
"It was, five years ago. So, do it."
"Are you sure? It'll hurt real bad, because this is tungsten you are requesting for, the strongest metal in the world. A metal with one of the highest melting points."

"Then melt it. You've created furnaces that could melt down diamonds."
"Noe, this metal has a melting point of six thousand one hundred and ninety two degrees Celsius."
"Will you do it or not?"
I stand rooted in the corner of the room, watching them bicker and exchange responses.

"Fine, just fine! But this will hurt, Noe."
The man only falls mute, gazing at Tokyo with glassy eyes. She moves to another corner of the room, to a large ceiling-to-floor metal cabinet, keys in a code, and soon enough, the door clicks open. She grabs a set of gunmetal grey rings, pushes the door shut with her hip, before pressing in the same code, once more.

"I only have these rings, not the silver-white," she mumbles more to herself than to Noe, grabs a pair of protective glasses, padding over to a fireplace of sorts.
"Noe, you really want this? A tungsten galvanized spine, despite the inevitable, unfathomable pain?"

"I do, Tallulah. It won't hurt as terribly as Tokyo makes it out to be, because some of the sensory nerves around my back area have been designed not feel certain sensations."
"Which metal did you opt for the last time?"
"Steel."

Steel? Steel! Oh, I so badly, want to yank him off that bed, carry him back home!

The heat being emitted from the furnace is what draws my attention towards the blazing, brilliant-white flames. Tokyo is fully clad in protective acetate gear, rolling metal rings, whilst collecting the liquid into fireproof glass beakers. It takes her forty five to fifty minutes to melt all four rings and tap the liquid metal, and as soon as she is done, with gloved palms, carries each beaker towards the operation table.

"Turn over, cousin. Lie on your front," she instructs, grabbing hold of a scalpel, and a syringe of anaesthesia.
She feels for the skin on the back of his neck, pressing with the tips of her index and middle fingers, all the way down to the small of his back. Satisfied with her fingering, she slips the silver needle into four different sections along the length of his spine.

"Can you feel a thing, cousin?"
"No sensations."
"Good."
She draws the spotlight to illuminate his flesh, and as the scalpel slices and slits vertically, delicately, from top to bottom, a sudden choking suffocation engulfs me at the sight.
"I am going to galvanize each vertebrae, not just your atlas and axis."

Noe's only response is to nod his head against the sheets.
She conjoins a set of tungsten pipes onto his cord, pours in the liquid metal into the carrier, letting it flow via gravity, whilst controlling the movements using a small clamp at the bottom.

Once the first few drops of the liquid metal make contact with his spine, he groans out lowly, fisting sheets firmly, and the very sound of his agonizing grunts causes my heart to clench. My feet glide over to the bed, standing right next to where he is lain, looking into the open flesh. I am sincerely mesmerized at the sight of trionic metal fusing with trionic metal, tungsten pipes attaching to each.

All this while, Tokyo remains mute, pouring more of the dense liquid into the carrier, until beads of perspiration coat Noe's back, trickling down skin, onto plain sheets.
"How.long.Tokyo?"
"Only a matter of minutes, and we'll be through with the process."
The only logical thing for me to do, is to fall silent, hold his hand in mine, till Tokyo winds up the procedure...

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