Amputation

Weapons Hot

Running back to the doctor, I felt as though my entire life was about to change. This type of technology was insanely sophisticated. As I stood in front of Dr. Jones, he looked at me and smiled.
"How was the run Anna?"
"That, that shouldn't, how-" He cut me off.
"Advanced technology that hasn't been released to or produced by the public. It's time for a weapons test Ms. Zirn. You ready?"
"No. I want a damn explanation."
"Hit those three targets in back and I'll give you what you want." As he said this, he pressed a set of buttons on his computer and three targets descended from the ceiling.
"Your method of choice. I personally suggest either using the blade or the plasma bullets. You can punch them too, but they are made of made of thick plastic, so hitting it will only take longer." I decided to test out the plasma bullets. The problem there was that I didn't know how to do what I saw in the van. I looked over at Dr. Jones. He brought his right hand to his forehead.
"Oh, sorry. I didn't mention how to activate the gun or the blade. For blade,  think 'Blade, activate.' For gun, think 'Gun, activate.'" Sounded simple enough. Just think gun, activate. As it came to my mind, the left hand disappeared, replacing itself with the oval I saw earlier. I aimed down at the targets and the eye visors in my helmet showed me just how to aim to hit the three targets. Somehow, there was a neurological sensation of two triggers where my left hand had been. When the doctor saw my hesitation, he explained the problem.
"Top trigger, the one that feels like the index finger is touching it, fires plasma bullets. The bottom, the middle finger one, shoots the electric pulse."
I pulled the top trigger. The first target burst into smaller white pieces. The process repeated with the other two targets. Then I asked again.
"Give me some answers."
"Ask some questions." The doctor replied, typing away at his computer.
"Who are those people?" I said, pointing towards the door.
"Victims of that new drug pushing ring."
"What do we know about the drug ring?"
"We've found samples of the drug. It's synthetic. It alters the mind and the body. We're still studying the effects on the body and we're still investigating the dealers."
"What do we know?"
"This narcissistic prick running the operation calls himself 'Unknown.'"
"Great, just great."
"Well, this is where you come in. We need someone on the street hunting down these dealers and what they're selling."
"When's my first street operation?"
"Next week."
"Next week? Why not sooner?"
"You need time to adjust. I'm not sending you out on the field unprepared."
"You've seen what these drugs do to people. We need to be out there now."
"Okay, I'll rush the program. You'll wake up at six, eat, work five hours, eat again, work seven hours, eat, work until midnight, then sleep until six again. We'll repeat this on the next day. Then, we'll give you a field mission."
"Okay, I can do that."
"Good, before we're done for right now, I need you to do one last thing."
"What?"
"Go to the ceiling."