Project Lone Wolf

Chapter 2: Orientation

The picture above is the lady in the lab coat.

I awake groggy and slightly disoriented. "Ugh. What the hell happened?" I asked, before suddenly remembering what happened. 

"Ah! Good your awake finally. Now we can begin your orientation," exclaimed the all to familiar feminine voice. When I opened my eyes I saw none other then the lady in the lab coat.

"I'm not doing shit, till I get some more answers!" I sternly stated, gritting my teeth.

"Well good thing all you have to do is be awake." She replied with a smirk, as she pressed some buttons on a control panel. Then suddenly a mechanical voice stated, "Orientation procedures are now ready. Please begin when ready."

"What the fuck is that suppose to mean? Now I got a voice from a fucking computer telling me what to do?" I chuckled as I said that last part.

"Nope. It's going to do all the work for me. Now this is going to seem weird, but bear with me. And hold very still." She replied, grinning pressing a button. "Initiating orientation procedures." The mechanical voice stated. 

Then suddenly straps launched from the white wall behind me pulling me, slamming me into it once with a thud. These straps latched into the wall holding me firmly in place, I couldn't move anything. "What the..." I was cut off as a strap strapped down my head, latching it into place. "What the fuck are you doing to me?" I demanded.

"Shhhhh. It will all be over soon, little puppy. The pain will hurt at first, but will only be temporary." She said soothingly, almost in the tone a mother would console one of her children.

Pain? What pain? I thought. The thought was cut short as something stabbed into the back of my neck. "Aghhhh. What the fuck?!" I spat as the thing suddenly began to tap into my brain. Suddenly in a matter of seconds I knew all the knowledge of recorded history. Everything. I knew about the war. I knew ancient history too, the Egyptians, the Romans, and all of that. Then finally I knew the main mission statement given for Project Lone Wolf. The very project that 1 year ago a young man signed on for thinking he could serve his country in a place better than a wheelchair. "Orientation is now over." The computer stated as the link in my brain disconnected and the straps released me to fall to the floor.

"There. That wasn't so bad was it? I'm Doctor Simon's. Katie Simon's, to be exact. I was the one who over saw your 1 year operation. And I must say, you were our most challenging case yet. But you will prove to be very valuable, I hope. Now, time to assign you a handler." The doctor stated as she helped me up.

"Handler? What am I an animal?" I asked confused at first, but then realizing what I had said, "I mean why do I need a handler?" I asked confused slightly.

"Damn it. They forgot to ad that in the orientation program again. Damn it." She said, while rubbing the bridge of her nose annoyed. She sighed, "Your handler is tasked with taking care of you, giving your assignments, and they are finally allowed to approve of a mate, if you so choose to have one. But your handler will explain that more." She stepped over to the doorway. "Coming?" She asked turning towards me. I nodded and walked to the door.

Me: So... What did you all think? Too long? Too short? What? Please comment. Please note I will now be adding some comedy to the ends of these just because I can. *A note is handed to me from a stage assistant* Thank you. *I read it.* Well get out here and say it yourself you idiot. *I yell off stage to someone. Then suddenly a wolf jumps from behind me* Not scary Koda, now state what you have to say.

Koda: Fine.*grabs the mic and shoves me off stage.* Due to the producer cut backs your ass is now gone from these.

Me: But you can't do this your my fursona, Koda.

Koda: To bad, its my comedy thing now. That's all and stay furry my friends.

Me: Hey, wait. I'm not....*WHAM*

Koda: There that shut him up.