Nothing Ever Lasts (Rewrite Demo)

Prologue

November 10th, 2018
0900 hours

The director walked down the long white corridors of the facility, keeping a keen eye on every detail that she could see. Her heels clacked across the floor as doctor's and soldier's alike made way for her. In her eyes, it was kind of amusing how people tended to stay from her wake. They knew how drastic it would be if she didn't approve of their performance. She liked it that way. It made her feel powerful and seen, minus the fact that she was the director.

A tall and slender black woman met her at a pair of double doors. She had a clip board in her hand, and was wearing a generic white lab coat.

"Good morning, Director," The scientist greeted her. "I trust your flight went well?"

"Good morning, Doctor Simmons," The director replied back. "The flight was exceptional. Are the subjects prepared?"

Dr. Simmons nodded her head, "Everything is prepared for the final phase of selection. They have improved immensely since your last visit."

"And Epsilon M-37?" The director asked her.

Dr. Simmons looked like she was expecting that question. She looked down at her clipboard and seemed furrow her brows.

"EM-37 has . . . Improved as well, physically at least. He passed through selection with all high marks. However, the new enhancement serum formula has proven to be ineffective, once again."

"Interesting . . ." The director mused, "I'd like to see him."

"Right this way. He is currently in the combat training area with Doctor Howard."

They both went through the double doors and walked through the other hallway's and main parts of the facility. Eventually ending up at the training grounds where multiple soldier's were practicing their techniques. All proving to be fast and strong in their movements. They walked over to a private area of the training grounds where a two men were in room with a two way mirror looking out to the dojo.

One was a doctor with wispy blonde hair who was monitoring through the two-way mirror. The other was a large military soldier in a black uniform. He stood up at attention immediately when they both entered. The doctor turned around and saw the pair.

"Good morning, Director," Doctor Howard said to her.

"Good morning, James." The director said to him. "What are EM-37's vitals?"

It was a little stern, but still in a polite way. Business like and straight to the point. She wasn't here to make small talk all day long here. The director had much more important things to worry about after this annual checkup.

Doctor Howard cleared his throat and handed the director a packet of papers.

"His physical prowess has been exceptional this past year. Of course, with the state of his . . . condition, in normal circumstances. In fact, he got back from a mission two weeks ago with excellent intel."

The director looked over the information on the paper. Eyeing anything that was deemed useful, but it was all just what she had been provided before.

"How exceptional is he, Doctor?" The director asked him.

Doctor Howard gestured to the window and the director looked out to see a young man on the mat. He was wearing a black shirt and grey sweatpants. Four other people in padded suits with various training weapons were surrounding him. It was truly a sight to behold as she watched him kick and grapple them like they were simple rag dolls. His form proved he was a well fit soldier.