Amputation

Old War, New Weapons

Of course this creep drives a white van. That just makes perfect sense. Of course I'm only seeing his car because I decided to see if he's really telling the truth about making me some kind of hero. Anything I can do to stop the crime on that street that stole my limbs from me is worth checking out. But I need to make sure of one thing.
"Open the back of the van."
He turned around and cast his spectacled eyes on me.
"Hm?"
"Making sure you don't have kids or chloroform back there."
"Oh of course. Sometimes forget that people find windowless white vans disturbing."
Now that's just plain stupid. How the hell do you forget that the first word that comes to mind when people talk about white vans is pedophile? He opened the back to reveal a small desk covered in papers and a computer and four large black boxes.
"What's in the boxes?" I asked.
"Prosthetics."
"Never seen artificial limbs carried like that."
"That's because you've never seen a weaponized limb before." He said smiling as he crawled into the back of the van. He opened the boxes up one by one, revealing the limbs in each. All of them were colored a viciously neon orange.
"Why orange?"
"Prototypes. These were originally meant for military testing, until the government officially closed the program. Unofficially, I was told to make a team of three to take down a new street gang."
"Where are the other two?"
"I don't need them now that I've got you. The program was originally intended for three people. One who's lost his or her legs, one who's lost his or her left arm, and one who's lost his or her right. You've lost all your limbs, making two other people an unnecessary team addition. I'm going to train you to use all three of these limbs in unison."
"Where are we going to train?"
"First week, lab. Second, the streets."
"Tell me about the training and the weapons."
"First, the left arm."
He picked the left arm up and moved a plugged a nerve input connected to the computer into the arm. He then pressed the y key on the computer and the hand split in two and folded back onto the arm, practically seeming to disappear. Where the hand was there was now a black surface with three small hole focused around the center of the oval.
"This arm has two functions. It fires an electric pulse for non lethal purposes and it fires plasma bullets from the three center holes you see here." He pointed at the holes. He then pressed the n key on the keyboard and the two parts of the hand reappeared from their place on the forearm and became whole again. He placed the left arm back in its case. He then opened the case holding the right arm.
"This is purely lethal." He stated plugging up the arm and pressing the y key again. This time when the hand pulled its magic act a blade just barely shorter than the forearm came the oval.
"When hand to hand just isn't good enough." He said smiling before pressing the n key and placing the arm back in its case.
"The legs will have to wait for the lab. Their functions have to be seen in action."
"Okay. I believe you now, but what new gang are we fighting?"
"It's a new drug pushing gang. They're really ramping it up with this one. I've got some poor victims of their new substance back at the lab. I'll show you more when we get there."
"Okay." I replied. This guy may be nuts, but if he has the governments not so official backing, I guess it's okay. I'm just ready to get back to some action. I walked away from the back of the van and over to the passenger side door. I opened it up and got in. We then made the trip to the lab.