The Last Outcasts

I

Weeks have past since the first day. Every morning at around 0900, Lt. Lance comes to collect me from my cell. The tranquilizing stopped after he realized that I wasn't going to try and kill him anymore.

They took me to one of three training sessions each day. Hand-to-hand combat, fire arms, and how to use my new limbs. Though, I never found out why they did it to me, or what they wanted with me.

My new limbs were incredible. Each one had a special blade. They also had a special ability for each limb. My right arm has a mini plasma cannon, my left arm a retractable titanium shield. And my legs have mini rockets that allow for flight.

I was basically what you would call a "Mecha". Also, apparently I was "one of them", a supernatural. I had the intelligence of over 100 super computers put together. Along with battle strategy, sheer power. And apparently, the plasma running through my new limbs, was already inside me. Waiting to be released.

One morning, though, after months and months of training, they were sending me on my first mission. They woke me up and brought me into briefing. I was being sent out with an armored convoy. It was a search and destroy mission.

When we entered the room, it was dark. But there was a blue light, along with many other colors, in the center on top of a long, black table. The light was coming from a hologram that was being projected to the top of the table.

"Your target is a destroyed hotel in the Quarantine Zone." A man I have never seen before was giving us the rundown. I looked at his badge, "General Baker". A soldier on my convoy spoke out as Baker paused. "Can't we just bomb the place? We have the jets for it." Baker sighed. "Octavian?" He said as he looked over at me.

It startled me when he called. I never had a name before just a couple of weeks ago. The scientists called me Omega-5, or Mars Ultor. Never something real with a meaning. It was always just a code name. Or my prison code. Yes, my new name was Octavian Caesar, and I was proud of that name.

I focused back on what Baker was saying. "Would you mind explaining to Private Johnson why we can't 'just bomb the place'?" He moved back and gestured toward the place he was standing. I nodded at him and walked over to the place were he was just previously standing. I stood there and went serious.

"Yes, there have been confirmed supernaturals in the abandoned building." I pointed at the floating hologram and it zoomed in showing said building. "Though there might be civilians in the vicinity. If we were to bomb the hotel, there would immense collateral damage and we would lose part of the trust of the human race. Or what's left, rather."

Everyone stared at me in awe. Some whispered to each other. Others were startled when I said "human race" for less-than-obvious reasons. I looked over at the General and he gave me a small grin and a slight nod. The commander of my convoy spoke out. "All right people! Let's move!"