Experiment 103

Seven Months ago..or something like that.

WHAM!

"Uh!"

I spun under him, twisting his arm over my shoulder and down, listening for a sharp crack before releasing the man. 

Block the hook- turn-hands up!-up-duck!-come on, up again! -punch, punch!-knee kick-turn-shit, clench your jaw!-

WHAM! I gritted my teeth, reeling back, but continuing to move; ducking circularly and charging ahead and pulling the guy's head onto my knee.

Last one...

I kept my mouth closed and hands up, circling him.

Show no signs of weakness or emotion...

I sidestepped to avoid the arrow that shot out of the wall.

Stupid Caron, I can use that. 

I rolled onto the floor, grabbing it, and in one fluid motion driving it into the man's neck. 

He wasn't cut under that body armor, but crumpled anyway, knowing he was finished.

I can't show any emotion...none whatsoever. Can't slouch, can't raise the middle finger to the glass, can't collapse, and definitely can't grin victoriously.

That would expose my defects... 

Don't relax ..the ultimate soldier doesn't do that. 

I glanced around. The weapons table? Check. Moving targets all eliminated? Check. The fifteen Krav Maga trained agents I had defeated in five minutes? Check. 

I tuned into my earpiece, hearing Libby bragging about me. 

"-as you can see, the subject is completely capable of using a variety of weapons, trained in every martial arts form on the planet, resourceful and deadly. Not a moment's hesitation." She was behind the two-way mirror, along with buyers, advertising me.

I refused to give anyone the satisfaction of my fear. 

"And it's ability to take orders ?"

Its? Seriously? I stared coolly through the glass, pretending I could see somebody I couldn't. The sound of the breathing behind the glass sharpened. I didn't smile. I used what Caron called my creepy face to send chills through whoever was behind the glass. 

Libby answered immediately, her voice a perfect mix of seriousness and cheeriness. "Even the prototype, is extremely programmable, but we are improving our versions all the time. But the best thing is its ability to become whoever you want it to be. The perfect agent is one that is undetectable, unrecognizable, and innocent seeming. "

Caron grunted in agreement. Libby had been literally manufactured to be the perfect used car salesman. Caron, my trainer, had not.

"What exactly is so special about it?" A bored sounding voice asked.  "We've seen five others today." 

Good acting, but still a lie. And unfortunately for the Libyan Overprivileged Army,  Libby catches lies the way a shark can smell blood.

"All due respect, that's impossible. The subject you just saw is years ahead of the market, created with tech decades ahead of CRISPR. He's modifiable, unlike-"

I turned off the earpiece, suddenly exhausted.

Yay me, the killer for sale...

"Oh not just a killer," Libby had assured me pleasantly."An assassin, intelligence agent, diplomat, negotiator, terrorist..."

Boy, was I lucky to have soo many career choices. 

The door buzzed open, and the agents were escorted out.