Helix Operatives: Creation

Dark City

It was a dark night in Leap City as Data Tecncho was working on a project for a client. Data was a male Anthro coyote with brown fur covering most of his bod. Light brown fur covered his chest and neck and two white stains in the shape of lightning bolts going down his back along his spine. A muzzle served his mouth and nose with sharp white teeth hidden inside his mouth. His eyes were a sharp yellow above his muzzle that reflected the computer's light as he worked. He had two pointed ears on the top of his head with ear buds in it playing music. A long brown tail coming from the back of his hips and stretched to the ground. He was wearing a black hoodie, a black shirt, a pair of black sweat pants, and a pair of black boots.

He was inside of the RV he owned, parked in an alleyway in the rebuilding city as he worked. Music played through the ear buds in his ears as his fingers typed away on the keyboard to the screen of a Sindel University web page. "C'mon... I just need to know where she went to..." said Data as he searched through the alumni tab. He saw his name on there and scrolled past it, trying to find the name of a former classmate of his.

"Damn it," said Data as he kept searching. Something suddenly spun him around in his chair, tearing him away from the computer screen. A sudden blow came to his face and he felt hands dragging him out of his RV. "Urgh, fuck," said Data as he clawed at his attackers. He was disorientated and couldn't see his attackers clearly through the dizziness from the blow as they dragged him away by his arms.

"Let me go!" Exclaimed Data as he tried to struggle away. He was dragged into the back of an APC, his hands chained behind him to the wall of the APC. "Urgh... Who the fuck?" Asked Data as his vision returned. It was the Federal Investigation Department, a police force that handled high value criminals. They were all wearing black armor and helmets to the point where they could not be distinguished as a single individual. They were all Sinderlos.

"Data Tecncho, it's about time that we found you," said one of the FID enforcers as they sat down behind a metal fence wall.

"Well, fuck you guys too," said Data as he tried to struggle out of the hand cuffs. They dug into the flesh under his fur and he could feel some kind of battery attached to them.

"Wait, wait... Data Tecncho?" Asked another prisoner. "As in, Lightning, the guy who leaked just about every government conspiracy." All the other prisoners in the APC were Sinderlos with their hands chained in front of them and were wearing suits and ties.

"Can't say, but it doesn't matter. For you guys it's innocent 'till proven guilty. For me, guilty until proven not guilty of that crime. Doesn't matter what I did. I'm just always guilty," said Data as his eyes darted around the cold, metal room.

"Well, then. We could just look the other way for this time," said one of the FID members as he stood up on the moving vehicle, grasping an M29 revolver tightly. "You give us whatever you stored Project Omega on and we'll just throw you out of here. You can go back to whatever you were doing, and this will never have happened. They're already bound for prison, so you'll have some time to get away before they can rat this thing out..."

"Okay, let's assume I even know what this Project Omega thing is. What makes you honestly think that I'd agree to you letting me go. I know it's a fucking trap and..."

"Sir, we got something up the road here," said the driver. "Looks like a..." A storm of bullets ripped through the carriage of the APC, killing the driver and his navigator in the front seat. The bullets tore through the metal like it was paper and killed the FID interrogating Data.

"Fuck, ambush," said one of the three remained FIDs as they readied their rifles. They took cover around the inside of the vehicle. "You got eyes on?" Asked one of the FIDs.