Helix Operatives: Creation

Friend and Foe: Ceves

It was pitch black outside as the Sinderlo research group had arrived at the outskirts of Gingdale. The rows of black and white trucks parked in front of one of the trucking warehouses on the north side of town. Each member got out, making a total of twelve Sinderlos all wearing white hazmat suits with black masks, gloves, and boots. Inside one of the trucks was a female Anthro tiger.

The Anthro had orange fur covering most of her body with black stripes and white fur on her underbelly. She had pointed ears on the top of her head peeking out of long black hair that came from the top of her head all the way down to her hips. She had yellow eyes above the muzzle for her mouth and nose. She had orange fur on her hands and feet. She had a long orange tail coming from the back of her hips with black stripes on it.

She only had on a black metal collar. He hands were held to a machine with black gloves and her head was covered with a black helmet attached to a large machine. The machine sat in the back of one of the trucks with a large white radar dish on the top of it.

"Dr. Enlords," said one of the Sinderlos to the head researcher. "We believe that the two signals are from inside of the building."

"Excellent," said the heard researcher. "Now if there are any other mutations much like this salve we found."

Mutation? Slave? Signal? Well then, sounds like our kind of deal, thought Ceves to himself. He was sitting on the roof of the three-story warehouse looking down at the trucks while invisible. The warehouse was filled with racks of boxes and platforms high above. A maze of shipping containers were out back where a large crane was positioned.

Ceves was wearing his black clothing along with a black bullet proof vest, a pair of ear plugs, a pair of black knee pads, a pair of black elbow pads, a black tool belt, and a black bullet proof face mask. The mask sat on his face over his muzzle and top of his face. His belt had his spare magazines and a sheath for a machete he found. In his hands was an RO635 SMG with a suppressor on the front of it.

"You ready down there, Valor?" Asked Ceves.

"As ready as I'll ever be Silence. Just follow up on your side of the plan," said Tendro after taking up a position in the manager's office high above the boxes in the warehouse. Tendro was wearing his clothing along with a khaki bullet proof vest, a khaki back pack, a belt with a pistol holster and a knife sheath on it, a crudely drawn map of the area attached to his left forearm by rubber bands with the markings of where he had planted the explosives and numbered each one, his tattered blanket above his head acting like a cloak, and a pair of ear plugs. He had a Bowie Knife in the sheath and an M45 pistol with a suppressor on it in his sheath. In his hands was a modified AR-15 rifle.

His rifle had a suppressor on the front of it, a laser aiming module on the side of the barrel, a bi-pod under the barrel, a shoulder sling attached to it, a pistol grip, a bump‑stock on the back of it, and a telescopic scope mounted on a device on the top of the rifle that allowed him to flip it up or down in need of close quarter or long-distance engagements.

"I will. Looks like the head researcher is bitchin' out orders. Leave him to me for information. He's the one with the gold trim on his suit," said Silence as he smiled slightly.

"Noted. I'll do what I can," said Valor as he focused on the doorways. The scientists headed inside as Silence climbed down from the roof of the warehouse via the ladder in the back. He ran around the side and looked around. There was no one there and the vehicles were unlocked. Coast is clear on that part... Thought Silence to himself.