James stood in a field next to the Chief Technician Center.
He wasn't too sure about the patient he contacted, but he did know that he wouldn't attack him in broad daylight. Especially not with civilians on the premises.
James monitored the area, as the sun harshly beamed against his back.
He didn't want to stay around for too long, as he was sure someone would get suspicious of his presence.
His appearance made him look far from friendly, and he wasn't in a friendly mood either.
He continued to survey his surroundings, until he saw a y'all boy with a goatee heading towards him. He recognized the boy as Patient-IX from the facility.
He had kept a watchful eye on this patient particularly. The guards stationed to Patient-IX reveled I'm his suffering.
He was sure that the patient would snap and attempt to kill somebody, but that moment never came.
He was certain that the patient had already been broken mentally, or he was just more mentally fortified than James expected.
James readied himself as the boy continued to walk closer to him, half-expecting an attack.
He placed his left hand on the micro-gun in his pocket, and his right hand on the data-file.
Patient-IX came within a ten foot radius of James, then he stopped.
He eyed James with his arms folded, and James eyes him back.
James steppes slightly forward and said, "Let's not waste our time here; I told you that we have business to discuss, and we it needs to be prepared for accordingly".
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Annihilators
Ciencia FicciónNine young adults are kidnapped and brought into an underground facility. Once there, their individual DNA is altered to give them extraordinary abilities. Plagued with their own, seperate dilemmas; they must now work together to live a life free fr...
