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Bivouac

''Walker. Walker. Wake up. Where are we captian?''

''Where are we?''

''Where is our gear?''

My eyes flicker in and out of consciousness. I feel the blood flow restriction from a tight noose around my wrist and ankles. I try to decode the voices, I'm sure I have a pretty good guess who they are. Trying to see through my hazy vision, I notice my team from my last mission.

''Troy. Foster. Jake. Are all of you okay?''

''I'm fine, Captian'' Troy says confidently.

Troy is my second in command. He's about 6'2 and all American muscle. If anyone steps out of line it's his job to put them in their place, when I give the order.

''All good here, Captian, just a little shook up.'' Foster says.

Foster is our medic. He takes care of us if we get badly injuried in a fight. Average build, but is handy with a pistol, for defensive purposes.

''Which one of you spiked my drink last night? My head is a bee hive.'' Jake burst out.

Jake is the newest of the group. He just joined a few months ago, straight out of some of the worst territories in the war. It's astonishing how he's still sane. Same build as Foster.

The sound of a rusty door breaks our conversation and we all stare. A techie-looking prick walks in, followed by three armed guards. By their looks, it's clear that they are special forces, just as my team and I. I've never seen the nerd in the lab coat before. Maybe he can shine some light as to why the Hell we are in a penitentiary, coalesced to a metal bar.

''Hello everyone.'' The lab geek says. ''My name is Dr. Greed.I'm glad you could all make it. At this moment you must be wondering simply as to why you are here. I will get to that in time. First, I should tell you that your mission was successful. Despite your failure, we were still able to obtain the substance from our perfidious friends in Kabul. With the two substances combined and in our hands, we were able to create recipe for the perfect soldier.

The good news is, you all will be the first to test it out. Men! Bring them with us. We're going to go to sector 6 boys. Don't worry, you're not in trouble and this is not punishment. No one will hurt you, unless you don't follow my orders precisely as told. Then everything will be just peachy.''

They release and pack us in a heavy duty truck that looks like it could fit an elephant into it. When we are in the truck, they cuff us and place black sacks over our faces. Caution was taken and all forms of protocol, to secure their secrets, had been put into action . The only way we're goin to find out the truth is to wait and find answers on our own. For now, I'll just sit back and enjoy the free ride to nowhere.

ARRIVAL AT THE BASE:

Being shoved out of the armored can isn't pleasant. Our custom-made outfits weren't much to my liking either. Nevertheless, I still have my sense of hearing. I can pick up the sounds of thick metal doors, opening to let us out. Clamors of security keyboard buttons being pressed, confirming authentication of the procedure. I have a feeling that these will be the last sounds I will ever hear again.

Soon after the security bypass, we are being set inside some ''chrono-whatever the fuck they called it.'' The uncertainty that the doctor we talked to about ensuring my men's safety, seemed slim. At this point, there's no chance of escaping. We would have to break the code of a soldier to obey his orders. I could never do that. Maybe this is just a simple drill they regularly run on specific soldiers. But I've never heard of any secret testing labs such as this.

They then take off the sacks over our faces. I'm shocked by what I see. I see my team, all in uncomfontable capsules, something like a futuristic time machine. The capsules closes us all in them automatically. I begin to worry more and my senses are raised, like if I were in combat training as a private again.

Inside the capsules we get strapped down by some tough, metal cuffs all over again. Needles from outside the capsules enter and stick us, taking our blood. With my faint hearing I can catch a voice outside of this can I'm in.

''Process complete. DNA samples are a match. Now starting first process.'' A computerized prgram says.

Needles seep into the see-through box that my team and I are in. Longer than the ones they stick into you from a flu shot.

''Oh boy! This is gonna hurt.'' I say, bracing myself as I watch my team going through the same thing.

I hear the screams of agony fill the small light filled lab that we're in alone. Containers of two chemical agents can be seen above, where the agent is being channeled through the needles and into our bodies. The pain feels vexatious, with a slight numbness through my body. Almost soon after the intake of the agents were finished being transferred into us, everything and everyone became silent.

Heavy doors slided open and a handful of armed guards came to inspect whether the treament went as planned, surrounding us from the outside. The inside of the capsules were foggy, just as my senses. Something about me feels different than before, before the experiement. All I knew is that I wanted out of this fucking can.

Before I knew it, my fist bashed right through the thick foggy glass, grasping at what felt like a throat of a human. When I look at my arm, it is covered in an abnormal growth of dark black hair! Fur? The smell of the blood on my hands is sweetly guided into my nostrills. What was this strange feeling of such beastly power overwhelming me? Was this just a dream, or the effects of the drugs? What ever this is, it has a mind of it's own. I'm no longer in control of my actions, as well as my team.