The Doctor's Monster

Insurrection

The mission has started.
Everyone has a part to play here.
If done correctly, this will all be over soon.
G183 sits perched atop the watchtower, awaiting further instructions.
With his head low, he watches the men below with childlike curiosity.
In the conscious part of his mind he wonders about them.
"What do they smell like?"
These are the types of thoughts that fill his head.
But that isn't what the Director has in mind for his Asset.
"Release him."
It's a simple phrase.
But with it, comes a great price.
The Doctor obeys.
G183 gets a headache as his consciousness is pushed aside to make room for instinct, and rage.
He closes his eyes and lowers his head to the ground, covering it with his claws in an attempt to soothe the pain.
Within seconds, the pain is gone.
He knows better then to fight his instinct.
With little struggle he gives in.
It's easier that way.
No longer able to control himself, he lifts his head.
His eyes narrow as he peeks down at what he once saw as living things.
Now, only seeing prey.
John Milton.
Manuel Barth.
These are the first two to meet the Doctor's monster.
With no hesitation, the beast leaps from the wall.
60 feet down.
Stealth is no longer his objective.
It's a horrifying sight to behold.
His giant form blocks out the moon as he falls through the night.
The two men look up to see a ghost drifting towards them at high speeds.
The ground shakes upon impact.
Dirt and gravel pepper the men as they shield their eyes.
Slowly, it rises to its hind legs.
The two men stumble backwards, stunned.
In front of them, shrouded in darkness, is the beast they've heard so much about.
It's eyes open.
They have a deep yellow glow.
The bioluminescence within its pupils helps it see in the dark, and the heat in its prey.
Right now their hearts are racing at the sight of him.
He can see it.
A low guttural growl reverberates from its throat as it steps into the light.
The men stare in horror as the monster reveals himself.
He towers over them.
10 feet above their heads.
It's lips are curled revealing teeth sharp as knives.
It's skin is dark blue, and covered in plates of bone and scales tuff as armor.
It's slender and muscular.
Manuel freezes.
John doesn't.
13 rounds escape his gun before he stops shooting.
The Doctor neglects to allow his creature to heal itself.
The bullets have no effect.
But he feels them.
Like 13 hot needles being driven into your body.
Not lethal, but painful still.
John lowers his gun, suddenly stricken with fear.
The monster lets out a roar that resembles the booming of a heavy bass speaker, mixed with a deep horrid scream.
The sound, it's organic, but alien all the same.
Manuel runs and so does John.
Manuel empties his magazine as he speeds off towards what he believes is safety.
The sounds of gunshots attracts attention.
By now others have begun moving towards the sounds of conflict.

The Captain stays low with his men behind him.
The sounds of gunfire fill the air.
By now no doubt G183 has gathered quite the following.
The Transport Jet that dropped them off, comes equipped with a camera just beneath the cockpit.
This camera allows the Director as well as the Captain to see the battlefield in real time.
They see G183, their monster.
He tosses soldiers left and right like rag dolls, batting them around with his claws.
He doesn't stop, taking bullets constantly.
The pain makes him angrier.
It's ferocity almost frightens the Captain.
For he knows this beast.
Deep inside he knows who this is.
As we know, the Doctor needed him to be smart.
Problem solving smart.
However you cannot have that level of intelligence without some kind of sentience behind it.
After all, what is intelligence if there's no mind to use it?
They gave him a mind.
But with the mind comes a conscience.
Thoughts.
They didn't teach it morals.
Or compassion.
Feelings.
These he learned from his dealings with the Captain.
It's caused problems before.
The beast pulling its punches, consciously making decisions on the battlefield.
That is when they decided to wipe its memory.
Again.
And again.
And again.
It never stopped.
A blank slate each time.
He's a machine.
Bred for killing and infiltration.
That's all they need him to be.
But to the Captain, he's so much more.
He sees potential.
But he's just a Captain.
An operative.
What can he do?
He thinks to himself.
He has to do his job.
"Ready up."
He says, lifting his helmet from the ground.
A readout of the battlefield is displayed on his visor, showing him where to go.
Silently, he leads his team towards the door.
2 men accompany him.
Chet.
The one who is going to get them inside the building.
He specializes in espionage.
Gathering intelligence on high profile targets.
He was the one they sent in to gather intelligence for their current target.
More impressively, he managed to snag the schematics of this entire compound.
He's studied them more vigorously than the others.
Pierce.
He is here specifically to help with the retrieval of the item in question.
In their briefing they were told it would be heavy.
With his enhanced strength, the Captain can carry it they have been assured, but he will be unable to fight while carrying this asset.
They have been told it is fragile.
Pierce is an expert marksman.
Trained to keep opponents at a distance, and away from certain areas.
If there's a pinch point or a bottle neck, he is nearly impossible to get past.
Though this can also be his downfall at times, as he gets too confident in his own ability to fight, and neglects his ally's when presented with a scenario which requires teamwork.
Pierce is to keep enemies off of the Captain, should they be made.
Their fireteam is much bigger, but this job requires stealth.
The three of them were selected for their specific reasons.
Their mission will succeed.
Of that, there is no doubt.