The Tomorrow Children

Part Two- Answers

"We'd like a room, please." I said, slapping a wad of cash onto the fake wood counter.
After hours of driving through the desert, we finally found a quaint town in the middle of a busy highway which had a motel. We bought some food and drinks, a new map (the Atlas burned up in the car wreck) and a DS for Rodey, who somehow found tranquility sitting on the bed playing Final Fantasy.
The rest of us planned our route to the last known location of the suited man. However, due to the secret nature of the experiment, the mans identity and information was unknown, but we did have some information to work with.
First, the company that had been hired to make us was BEL Corporation, which stood for Biological Experimentation Laboratories, a company that "is dedicated to the progression of the human existence". The Company, the client of BEL, was Exos Tech, a multi billion dollar corporation that had been making massive scientific breakthroughs in the commercial world for years, making new technologies that could be sold to anyone and everyone. After doing some research, we learned that the company had gotten into some lawsuits and issues considering making suspicious deals with other companies, and setting up secret labs. Of course, the company just brushed the issues aside, saying it was for "the pursuit of new experimental technology", would flash the media a smile, and most everyone would forget it ever happened. So while the CEO of the company made everyone forget what they had done, and ironclad lawyers to block any threat thrown at them, they were able to go about their nefarious ways, and set up our laboratory, as well as others. Each one with the goal of creating practical superhumans, and overall learning to remove the imperfections of the human genome. So that meant that their were possibly more of us out there. If the experiment was replicated on the other subjects, then they had perhaps suffered the same fate as us. Or perhaps, after the "failure" of our experiment, they had learned to fix the other subjects. While digging through the files of BEL, we discovered something that would certainly shock the media. We weren't designed for just the improvement of the human genome, but also as a super soldier. It made perfect sense. We had increased stamina, speed, strength, and hand eye coordination. And our weird side effect super powers? It's too good to pass up for a human.
So our first stop was BEL Corporation headquarters. Having little money and no vehicle was going to make it difficult, and knowing the The Company was out their looking for us would limit our available options for transport, especially since we didn't know what methods they may be using to hunt us down. Unfortunately, the BEL headquarters wasn't even in the same country as us. It was in a country by the name of "United Kingdom". There was apparently an ocean that separated the two countries, so our only option for transport was by plane. We could barely pilot a car, so piloting an airplane was not an option. The only other option was taking a public plane. We barely had enough money for economy seats, so we were going to have to survive off airplane food for the next 24 hours. There was pretty much no way this could end well. We had had Almost no human contact since leaving the city, and now we had to crowd into a steel fuselage suspended 20 thousand feet above the ground with other humans, and somehow navigate to the BEL headquarters through yet another unknown landscape. Oh yeah, and we're wanted dead by the biggest Corporation in the world. And if we're caught we'll probably be killed. No pressure.

      The flight began as smoothly as you would imagine, loud, noisy humans buzzing about trying to secure their seats on an overbooked flight, whatever that meant. We simply sat in a corner next to a particularly smelly human, who appeared to be munching on some sort of sandwich. My stomach made a horrible noise, one that I had not heard before.  

"Rodey,"  I said, nudging his shoulder and interrupting his fourth playthrough of the Final Fantasy game. 

"What?" he said, clearly annoyed due to his 3 seconds away from the screen.

"My stomach, just made a very peculiar noise." I said. "Are stomachs supposed to make noise?"

"You're hungry, stupid." He snorted. Spotting a small smile creep onto his face for a split second, I began to feel myself blush a little.

   After what seemed like ages, the human woman seated behind a desk, who appeared to be extremely distraught due to the multiple angry customers she had to deal with earlier, began to call people onto the plane. Once she got to our number, we got up and prepared to board the plane. dozens of humans filed onto the plane, many seemed very tired. At this point, I couldn't blame them. Sure, they probably hadn't just crashed a van and escaped a government organization, but the human life is a chaotic one, so they each had their own individual problems that weighed them down just as much as our own situation. 

     I hate planes. What a horrible way to transport. Sure, it's fast, but the process is terrible. First, getting on the plane was a nightmare, but now being on the plane is somehow worse. We all quickly discovered that Ren snores, Rodey's DS died after about an hour, so he was in a mood, and Clementine had to sit in another row, stuck between two obscenely massive humans, whose grotesque fat rolls seemed to spill over into Clementine's seat. This was going to be a long flight.