“Test completed. Weapon X, Scenario 23: successful.”
The control room was utterly quiet save for
the beeps and clicks of the equipment.
Dr. Stryker could barely contain his
ecstasy as he turned away from the monitors, the carnage still fresh on his
mind. He faced his guests with zeal in his pale eyes.
“Gentlemen, I hope you are satisfied.”
The officials had not moved an inch since
the bloodbath had begun. They witnessed in silent awe and terror as Weapon X
and the horrific bear tore each other to shreds.
One of the officials ran out of the room;
hand over mouth, on the verge of vomiting.
The senior most among them, medals and
titles flooding his uniform, locked eyes with the Doctor.
“Dr. Stryker, how long until we can have a full
battalion of such weapons?”
“Weapon X is a unique specimen due to his
physiology. Crafting additional subjects will take considerable time and
resources.” Stryker paused. “However, Weapon X, as you just saw, is fully
operational and ready for field use.”
Stryker let his words hang in the air for a
moment as the officials realized his meaning.
With hurried excuses they rushed out of the
control room to contact their respective agencies; acquisition of Weapon X top priority.
Stryker’s bony face was contorted with
satisfaction.
“What is the status of Weapon X?” he
inquired from one of the technicians.
“Subject is stable sir.”
“Any anomalies?”
“Nothing significant, sir. The subject’s
healing factor was operating below normal standards but we believe it was due
to the extreme cold.”
Stryker studied the assortment of displays
before him.
“What are the toxicity levels?” he asked
from another underling.
“Healing factor is holding the Adamantium poisoning
to acceptable levels, sir.”
Satisfied, Stryker once again gazed at the
large screens displaying Weapon X standing in the red snow.
“Bring him in. Get him cleaned up and
properly restrained. I suspect our guests will soon have the necessary funds to
facilitate the transfer.”
Looking back at his greatest creation, Dr.
Stryker could not help but feel disheartened.
“You will soon
have a new home,” he murmured to himself.
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