Cold War: Saved By the Bell

Chapter 1

Book cover photo for the story above.

Norway
1985

"Glad you decided to out of retirement, Mr. Petrov." One of his former lead doctors had agreed with Beck and Portnova to put Anthony down.

"I'm not doing this for the war or even for myself. I don't need anyone making fire crackers out of that small city." Anthony asserted. He removed his clothes, folding them before he handed them to Beck.

"It's ok Petrov, we all know what a great big heart you have." Beck teased as he set the clothes down a table nearby.

"This is the thing I'll be in for the next two years?" Anthony looked up at the tube embedded into the wall.

"That's correct Commander." The scientist assured. He operated the panel and allowed for the chamber to slide out of the opening in the wall and lower down to the floor. "Step in." He said.

Anthony shook Beck and Portnova's hand, giving them both a faint and uncertain smile. "If I don't come out of this with superpowers I'm going to be pissed." He joked as he stepped inside and leaned against the back of the chamber. It was cushioned to his suprise, allowing for at least some comfort.

"That won't happen. We would never let you run around in colorful spandex." Portnova crossed her arms.

"Sounds like black spandex will be the way to go then." Anthony countered as the doctor poked a thin tube into his arm. He watched as the man placed restraints on his wrists and ankles.

"Just so you don't fall." The doctor tried to ease his mind. There wasn't anything that could be said to him to make the sight of restraints in a medical setting 'easy'. "Your going to feel sleepy, it's just a light sedative to help you fall into a deeper sleep. Beck, put the oxygen mask on, and Portnova make sure the oxygen is running fine." He spoke to all three of them.

"Do you have the formula?" Beck tugged at the doctor's arm, whispering into the mans ear. He made sure to step out of Anthony's field of view.

"Yes, just as we agreed on." He nodded towards the table behind them.

"Good. Do you have your studies and findings on all of this?"

"Yes, right here." The doctor reached into his jacket and pulled out a small leather journal. "I even organized it with a decorative table of contents!" The man said, somewhat excited to share his findings with someone who actually was interested. Beck took the journal and scanned through it as the doctor returned back to Anthony.

"Ok, I'm going to shut the chamber but don't worry. We're almost done." The doctor said, walking up to Anthony who was breathing with his mask now. The man with the white lab coat nodded for Portnova to shut the chamber door with a switch at one of the panels.

The closed containment jolted Anthony out of his drowzy state for a moment. He was fighting sleep.

"Can you hear me Commander Petrov?" The doctor said through his mic. The sound rang all around his small cacoon.

"Yeah.." Anthony replied, sluggishly.

"Ok, you may feel some slight discomfort, but you'll be asleep before you know it."

"See you in two years comrade!" Beck chimed in.

He glanced through the glass window to see Portnova looking at him in the center of the room. She stood, waving before she flicked him off.

Anthont chuckled. Suddenly he saw an orange colored liquid rush into the IV in his arm. It burned his skin. The pain became unbearable as it despersed to the rest of his body. "Beck! What is this?!" He cried out in pain. It felt as if his body where enduring all forms of pain ever thought possible. Arguably more painful than Adler's interrogation. His cries were silenced when a burst of cold blue frost was shot into the chamber.

"It is done." The doctor said, sliding the chamber back into the wall.

"Indeed it is." Beck drew his pistol, shooting the doctor in the head. The body collapsed at Portnova's feet as she approached.

"Whats all in there?" She glanced at the book in Beck's other hand as she dragged the corpse to the corner of the room.

"His profile, background.. blah blah, stuff we already knew. The formula."

"Can it really change him?" She asked.

"The doctor says he beleives it can mutate the cells, allowing for regenerative ablilites as well as increased strength and an extremly slow aging process."

"You didn't tell him did you?"

"No, of course not. If we did he would have thought we or someone else just wanted to use him as a weapon for our war."

"I can imagine it would be difficult to explain to him that he's only being put through this to act as the key to a contingency plan. What else did that nerd write?"

"The chemcial make up of the liquid. Side effects, possible death... oh." Beck paused sounding disturbed.

"What?"

"It says a possible side effect of corrosive vomit..."

"I beleive everyone's had food from Mcdonalds at least once in their lives." Portnova set his bag of belongings by his clothes and followed Beck out of the room as he continued reading to her.

2065

He screamed, his body still processing the pain it endured from what felt like 30 seconds ago. His body and mind felt weak and exhausted.

"Easy now." Ruin helped him out of the chamber as it fogged with freezing cold steam. The other specialists covered them as he got the young man situated.

"Beck...." Anthony mumbled.

"Walsh, hurry up!" Battery shouted as she reloaded.

"Let's move!" He said, picking up the disoriented man over his shoulders. He grabbed the clothes and bag and rushed off.

"I can't bloody beleive it, he's actually alive!" Prohphet said in releif.

The crew fought their way back to the top just as quickly as they had to come down.

"You first Walsh." Nomad said as he and the others covered for Ruin and Anthont to board the ship. Anthony felt Ruin grab his pistol with his free hand as the rest of the team cleared a path to the ship.

"What..." Anthont began to gain his senses back. His eyes could only focus so much but from the image his eyes made out of the blurry figures, it didn't look natural. "What the hell is that?!" He freaked out.

As Ruin leaped over a legless zombie he fired a few bullets, killing them... again. Anthony felt blood splatter in his face.

"Ah! It's on my face!" He gagged as they landed into the back of the ship. The others soon followed. Tech had advanced beyond his knowledge so far, that he couldn't even tell they had lifted from the ground.

Ruin sat Anthony down on one of the seats. Anthony began to panic. "What the shit?! What the hell was that thing! And why was I just swept off my feet by a bunch of powerrangers?!" He gasped. "Oh my- my clothes." He said as calmly as he could. "Can someone..."

"Here." Firebreak tossed him his shirt and pants. Thankfully, he had maintained his socks and underwear. Anthony slipped on his clothes.

"Can someone explain to me what the shit is going on here!" Anthony demanded.

"Chill out. We're the good guys." Outrider assured him.

"Oh great. I'm supposed to just beleive you. Have you never watched these kinds of movies where the lead villan says those words and then it turns out they're just space nazis or some messed up cult faction. Wait.... Are you guys... space nazis? Because this interior looks like something out of a movie."

"Can you please shut him up." Seraph said, annoyed.

"Glad we all had the same idea." Battery pricked a sedative into his neck, instantly sending him into another deep slumber.

"He can save it for Mason." Seraph towered over the young man's unconsciouss body, obersving rather judgingly.