Luka Novak was a product of Deep State programs, hidden from the world most normal civilians knew of. Born into MK Ultra, modeled into the dark society to become a super soldier, battling other factions in the Deep State, battling extraterrestrial...
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Luka stood out in front of a brutalist concrete building. To the average person, it was a normal building full of small businesses, but to someone like Luka, it hid a hospital. A hospital that experimented on the human mind and how the body can endure torture. To someone on the outside it would be a heinous place that deserves to be shut down, but to Luka this was a second home. It was something he was used to. He walked the drive up to the side door on the east side. A nice shrub fence along the premises full of green foliage, making the building look less intimidating in the residential area of LA.
Luka walked to the glass doors as they slid open. A small receptionist desk, hidden behind glass. The room was surrounded by white and bright lights. "Good morning, Novak. Dr. Malcolmson is expecting you." The receptionist spoke. She smiled at him under the lights, her skin paled out by the light, but her red lips piercing the light. She stood up behind the desk and handed Luka a clipboard. Her white, 1950's style nurses' gown, looking unusual against the modern facility. Luka signed his name as he handed it back. She got on the phone as a security guard came out. "Novak, you know the drill." He spoke. His clothing was more appropriate for the era.
Luka sighed as he pulled his gun out from the back of his pants and handed it to the guard. The guard looked at him. "Novak." He stated again as Luka bent over and pulled his pant leg up, exposing the top of his boot, where he hid his knife. He flipped it in his hand as his hand grabbed the blade. The guard took the knife. "Let him in." He stated to the nurse. The door buzzed as Luka walked over and went inside. The hallway had dark wood on the walls and a dark red carpet, used to hide the blood that often spilled in the facility. He walked along the hall to the nurse's station on the left side. "Good morning, Novak. You know where your room is. Get ready and head to the Room 12." The busty, blonde nurse spoke. "I hate Room 12." Luka mumbled as he turned right into a room.
The room wasn't anything special. It looked more like a hospital than the hallway did. A medical bed on the wall to the right, a small chair next to the bed and a small loveseat against the furthest wall. There was no TV, but old music played on the speakers with occasional screams coming from down the hall. Luka started to take off his clothing as he got ready for his day with 'Papa.' The protocols were unusual, but he was used to them. He got into the hospital gown, socks and slippers as he left the room and made with was to Room 12.
He walked down the hall listening to the sounds in the rooms he passed. Some were silent, some were loud, and some had horrific screams coming from them. He knew each room. He knew what was going on in each, but the only thing he could think was he was glad it wasn't him. He occasionally messed up too much and got put into one of them, but he tried hard not to upset his 'Papa.' He saw the man standing near the end of the long hall. "Luka! I am glad you showed up!" The man spoke as Luka walked down the hall. Luka's gaze came up to the man.
Dr. Malcolmson smiled at Luka as he walked over to him. His well-tailored suit moved along with his tall body. His blonde, but greying hair brushed back. He smiled as the two met in the hall. He grabbed Luka's face in his hands, cupping his cheeks as he looked at the man before him. "You look exhausted. Are they taking good care of you there?" Dr. Malcolmson asked. "You know I don't sleep." Luka said quietly. "You never looked this tired being with me." Dr. Malcolmson spoke as he kissed the top of Luka's head. Luka was tall, standing at six foot five, but his 'Papa' stood at almost six foot six. Dr. Malcolmson pulled from Luka as he smiled. "Let's get started. We have a lot of work to do." He stated as he moved to the side and gestured to the door. Luka took a deep breath as he looked at Dr. Malcolmson and started to head towards the open door with Dr. Malcolmson in tow.
