Syndicate: The Underground

Syndicate: The Underground Intro

       Project 27 sprinted across the landscape. He felt the urgency in Project 2's voice as it came through the radio attached to his neck. He heard the static of the others shouting, but her voice was clear and present,

       "27 I need you to come to the center of the city now!" she barked. Project 27 looked around the broken city through his chipped goggles. The fluorescent green lenses ran with information and Project 27 tried to download it all, but an error popped up. The red flashed across his green pupils, as he shook his head to rid himself of the information. He had overloaded again,

       "Project 27," he raised his ears to catch the fading voice, "I need you to focus...... we...help....hurry.." He reached up an pawed at the device with a slight growl.

       "Stupid batteries..." he mumbled. The static finally cleared up and he lunged forward on powerful limbs, "Project 27, checking in. Project 2 can you repeat that?" The was no response at first, but then another harsh voice interrupted the hazy static.

       "Project 27, you better get your tail in gear, and hurry over here. The Daemons are closing in and 45 is busy with shutting the warehouse doors. Project 2 is busy, we need your skill down here newbie." 27 sighed and quickened his pace.

       "I'm on it 3. I am heading into the junkyard now. I will be there as soon as I can." He silently turned down the radio and then began to quicken his pace. He watched the dust stir silently beneath his claws and he looked up into the broken skyscrapers. He looked down the deserted street and listened to his quiet footfalls. He listened and he heard his panting echoed around him and his muzzle beaded with sweat.

       Earlier that morning, he had gone off into the wilderness again, looking for another way out, but he had found nothing. He had only found more and more death the further he got away from the city. He had been relaxed this morning, yet as Project 2 paged in saying that there was an attack in the center of the city, he had to rush to get there in time. He knew she would be all over him after this was over. Project 2 was the leader of their small pack, and she was not afraid to beat anyone who opposed her orders. Project 27 had to learn that the hard way. He chuckled at the memory and quickly hurried on. The dust was now coating his gray fur, and the ashes began to make his eyes itch. He never slowed down. He sneezed and growled in frustration with his eyes. He wished there was something clean in the city. He looked around and shook his head in confusion. He swore he saw a human for an instant, but he knew that was impossible. There were no humans around in the Detainment. They were the ones in charge though. They had sent them all there. Project 27 snarled and then tripped suddenly in the dust. He slid across the asphalt and yelped. He rose on his shaky legs and shook the dust out of his gray fur. He sighed and then forced himself to continue running. He got distracted again. Being the new one in the pack, he had yet to teach himself focus and self control in the Detainment. He did not remember who he was before. He only remembered appearing in the middle of this wasteland, where he now made his home. He did not remember his previous life, or his name. His only name was Project 27. It was scrawled in dark letters across his collar. His goggles glistened with the letters and codes of the world he lived in. They were a jumbled mess, and he knew that only meant one thing. There was a Daemon. The Daemons were cursed creatures and they always caused a disruption in the data codes of the fake world. Long ago, Project 27 had found out that the world that he lived in was nothing more but a false image. He watched as the map of his current area flashed into his vision. He allowed the tracker to located his next objective and the scope zeroed in on the Junkyard. 

       He narrowed his eyes and starred at the long line of garbage. He knew that the pack was on the other side, and he knew he had no time to waste. The Junkyard, was a long chain of garbage and junk that covered that stretched to the top of the skyscraper and spread across many streets. He knew that there was no way around it, and yet he feared going into it. Plenty of times before, he had gotten lost in all of the garbage, and he was stuck there for days. He didn't want that to happen to him again. The pack hadn't even bothered to come looking for him. He realized that out here, it was every wolf for himself. He knew he was weak in some ways, but stronger in others. He starred at the Junkyard and narrowed his eyes. His body arched across the rugged landscape. He had to focus and get through it. He had to help the pack. He grew closer and closer with each leaping bound he took. He sighed and relaxed his body.