173 let the cryo oil drain from his nose and mouth and lifted himself out of the reheating unit. His body was still ice cold, but why waste time waiting for the oil to heat when he would warm up by getting up and moving anyway.
"Eager for your next mission, One Seventy Three?" a voice asked as a towel was handed to him.
Doctor Ezik's face was much more lined than when 173 had last seen him, though it seemed only minutes ago that he'd debriefed him for the last mission.
"What can I do?"
Doctor Ezik smiled and held up a file.
173 dried his hands, took it and swiped through the images and documents it showed. The images were mainly of humans lying on tables, or hung up in cryo bags, or being operated on, all heavily augmented like 173.
"An old project may have been rediscovered. We've picked up a signal similar to the one your tracker broadcasts from an old facility of ours and think it could be a subject we thought lost. You will investigate the signal. If it is a living subject, you will bring it back alive and as intact as possible. If it's dead, you will put the body on ice and bring it back. If there is no possible way to recover it, no other organisation can be allowed to have it. It must be destroyed."
173 nodded. "I will recover the subject."
"The details are in the file, but it looks like you'll be going to an old space station we used to own, Zsashos Five. Don't forget to pack pepper spray."
YOU ARE READING
Time Traveler Part I (Feeling Like The World Forgot Me)
FanfictionFreedom fighter and undercover spy Ben is caught on a mission, experimented on, cryofrozen and forgotten about. He wakes to find everything he knew long gone, the luxury space station he'd been investigating now a patchwork city of outcasts, outlaws...
