Helix Operatives: Creation

Gene Force: Theon

What could that voice have meant... And who was it? Thought Theon as he wandered downstairs in the morning. He was wearing a pair of grey sweat pants and his fur was still a mess. He continued his thoughts as he went into the kitchen where ARBTDE prepared breakfast.

The kitchen had a series of large windows in one wall with the others having a similar caramel color as the rest of the wall of the house. The same colored back splash over the dark marble counter tops protected the walls from any mess. The cabinets were a dark black color with stainless steel appliances around the area and a pair of dark oak doors leading to a pantry. A large island was in the center of the kitchen with a series of oak bar stools around it. Under the windows was a breakfast nook with a dark oak table and black seats. A series of lights were held in the ceiling above them all. There were two open doorways on the opposite sides of the breakfast nook, one leading to the foyer and the other to the dining room.

"Ah, Master Theon. How did you sleep last night?" Asked ARBTDE as he put an omelet on a plate in front of him.

"Could've been better," said Theon as he rubbed his head. "Just had a weird dream last night. Some weird voice and a cryptic message."

"Maybe an oracle come to tell you your future?"

"Who knows and..." said Theon as he looked over at the sink filled with dishes. "Who's already up."

"That would be Mr. Vertan. He was up about an hour ago and is currently in the gym. Seems that he is a bit of a work out fanatic," said ARBTDE.

"Yeah, I'm catching onto that," said Theon. I should start working out too. Who knows how long this body will last? He finished his breakfast and walked down to the gym where the faint sound of music came from behind the door with the lyrics in Solvan. Theon opened the large wooden door to find Zeillian doing push-ups in a pair of grey sweat pants and a black tee‑shirt.

The gym had blue mats on the ground, a wall of windows looking out to the pool in the back yard with the other walls being the same caramel color as the rest of the house, a TV mounted on one of the walls, a series of machines scattered around the outside of the room, and a series of rolled up mats for other activities. Zeillian was using one as he did push ups with his phone next to him playing the music as he hummed along to it.

"Hey, Zillian," said Theon as he got onto a treadmill.

"Oh, good morning Theon," said Zeillian as he paused the music. "How you today?"

"Alright... Just had a weird dream that's all. Some weird voice giving me a cryptic message and all that. I could've sworn it was real, though. I even remember walking into the middle of my room before I woke up in bed," said Theon.

"Oh, you did," said Zeillian as he got up wiping a little sweat off of his forehead. "I was getting ready for bed and heard thud from your room. I go to check and there you are on floor. I figured you passed out from exhaustion, so I put you on bed. Trying to be nice."

"Oh... Thank you for that... But you didn't need to."

"I have slept on floor for many years. It is not good on body."

"Bad childhood?"

"At times. My family owned farm to support us. Twelve children to care for is lot and being one of children meant cramp living with older brothers and sisters. Moved out eventually to shit hole apartment. Now here."

"Master Theon, I feel the need to inform you that everyone is awake and the news is broadcasting a bank robbery turned hostage situation in Leap City. Your equipment is already available," said ARBTDE.