Underneath New York City...
"Damn. The Omegas in this city are starting to become a real issue now. They're usually too scared to pull something this ballsy. I guess Albarn was more important than we thought. Should've had him in our pocket." A dark brown haired, handsome, Caucasian man, looking to be in his late twenties, dressed in a grey leisure suit, with a neatly trimmed goatee and small, prescription glasses was gazing upon an impressively large monitor that took up most of the wall.
It was not the only one, however. There were others, containing complex maps of the city and other feeds. He was in a complex command center of sorts. Many employees, almost all of them wearing headsets, were present. Some of them were filing documents, others typing away at terminals and making calls on the headsets. A large amount of them were also gazing upon the screen from the ground floor and others from the balcony, which could be accessed from the ground floor by two large sets of stairs.
The feed was of a recent news broadcast of the riot, just after Roar had shut it down. An African American man, dressed in a slim fitting black suit, walked up to the side of the man in the grey suit. He was bald, wore pitch black sunglasses, around forty, and had no facial hair. There was an ancient, deep scar on his chin that seemed to be from a large knife. The expression on what was visible was completely stoic. He was ice cold. "They're the least of our worries it would seem." he said in a concerned tone, hands behind his back.
"Hmph. Pause it," the brown haired man said, subsequently pointing at the screen. "Zoom in there."
There was a lone figure on the screen now. A young, handsome boy of Native American ancestery standing upon an overturned car. His expression was stern and his mouth was frozen in mid-speech. It was Enapay. Statistics appeared next to him.
"There he is," the brunette said. "Go to the satellite feed. Ronda, who're the kids he's running with? How do I take them out if it comes to that?"
The screen shifted to a live, high definition broadcast of the location where the fire took place. The multiple screens in the room where all occupied with the face of an Omega. Similar statistics appeared next to each of them.
An attractive, short haired woman of Asian descent, in a red business outfit, stood. She answered, in monotone, "Erica Adanson. Class B. Some kind of crystal and energy manipulation. If standard arms prove ineffective, sonic weaponry should suffice against her. Marcus Leroy Hawkins. Class B. He can morph into liquid, so any cryogenic weapons would serve as his foil. Lloyd Zhen-"
"I know everything about him. Roar's not a priority of mine, right now. Let somebody else focus on him. Preferably the idiots that let him get away, in the first place," interrupted the brown haired man.
"Next, Ben...well there's no last name listed. Again, no apparent weaknesses. But, he's not bulletproof. Currently, that is. He's apparently able to copy the powers of other Omegas. And the girl who's just arrived on the scene. Dawn Anastasia. She's able to manipulate and absorb both light and fire. She uses the flame manipulation to fly. Cryogenic weapons or water should work."
"Why don't just we send a squad after him? Obviously, we can merc those other kids if it needs to happen," the bald man said.
"You know damn well, why. 828's too unstable. Too unpredictable. And above all, too powerful. If we attack him, he might experience any mixture of emotions that'll send him right over the edge. He'd obliterate whatever we sent after him and then it's Jersey all over again."
"I doubt it would be that severe. How about we let loose one or two of the subjects?"
"Absolutely not. They all represent a significant investment and I don't believe any are prepared to deal with him. Not yet, anyway."
"Why don't we just bring in people who can actually handle him?"
"Who exactly might that be?"
"I doubt that'll work. They ask too many questions. It'll more than likely comeback to bite us in our collective ass. You know how much of a boy scout Toshiro is. You can be sure he's aware of our track record, too. He'd know something's up. Maybe he'll recognize 828 as the threat he his and capture him himself.......I'll send 14, just for reconnaissance."
"Foxhound?" An eyebrow was visible over the black man's sunglasses.
"You rang?" asked a human voice with a machine-like quality. An athletic figure dropped from the ceiling, gracefully landing on the ground with complete and utter silence. It was a very fit man of average height, in a jet black, skin tight body armor made of some sort of special alloy. His compact helmet sported a glowing, bright green, Y-shaped visor. There was also a ninjato like sword on his back and H&K MK23 in his hip holster, which was located on his left hip. The figure crossed it's arms.
"When did you get back?," the man with glasses asked.
"A few minutes ago."
"You heard everything?"
"So there's no reason to tell you anything?"
"What's the status on subject 699?"
"He's healthy and maturing at an alarming rate. However, it seems that his hunger is increasing. He's consumed 72 people in the last month. I believe that we'll be able to test the chemical soon, within the next eight hours to be exact. It's looks like he's searching for something."
"What might that be?"
"No idea...but I wouldn't worry. It's not impeding his growth. And how many people could actually stop him from doing what he wants?"
"I want you to take the chemical with you, too. I'll contact you when I want it administered. That'll be all..."
"Roger," Foxhound replied before skillfully leaping up into the ventilation system.
"Vincent, let's take a walk. There's something I'd like to show you."
The bald man nodded, and followed the man in the grey suit out of the command center. After several minutes of walking through corridors, they were approaching an elevator guarded by two heavily armed and armored guards on ethier side of it.
"Sphynx," the man in grey said, Vincent right beside him. The guards nodded and called the elevator.
As they stepped on, Vincent asked, "What do you want me to see, Calvin?"
"A new creation of mine. Subject 837. Codename: Okami. As you can tell, it took a few tries, but I've successfully engineered him from an altered form of 828's DNA."
Vincent's suprise was visible behind the sunglasses. "Okami? Okami means "great god". It's powerful?"
"Is he a clone? Does he have the same powers?"
"A clone? In a way, but, while they do share powers, you'll find that he is very different."
They descended further and further underground, for a total of one minute, before finally stopping. The doors opened to a large, technology filled room with dark lighting. The was a large array of expensive and complex machinery in the room, which scientist were using. The was one pod, in which a slender, naked figure was present, located in the back. It was also hooked up to multiple tubes.
"After you," Calvin said. Vincent nervously stepped in. He looked around, seeing a guard on either side of him, both wearing a silver, more advanced armor that looked more sleek and technologically superior to what the guards on the higher floors were wearing. They had no weapons in hand, but each of them looked very intimidating. Vincent suspected that the armor was even more dangerous than it seemed.
They passed a construction project. More specifically, a group of engineers were manufacturing what looked like a metallic dark gray, even more advanced version of the armor that was just seen on the guards. Vincent was awestruck, but his stoic face didn't show it. Within a few moments, they were in front of the pod, which was glowing with a green light.
"This, my friend, is possibly my greatest success. You are witnessing the future," said Calvin, gesturing a hand toward the boy.
Unable to hold back how shocked he was, Vincent removed his sunglasses to see more clearly. It almost felt like Deja Vu to him. A scene from over four years ago, but things were different. The boy in the pod was handsome, almost pretty, having features similar to Enapay's when he was fourteen, though the were far from exactly the same. The boy was about the same size as Enapay at that age, if not an inch or so taller. His luminescent skin, which almost glowed under the light that illuminated the pod, was very pale, and his hair, which was very long, but not as long as Enapay's had been during his escape, was completely white.
Upon closer inspection, his body had ports that were similar to the ports on the necks of the people from The Matrix, except they were located on his entire body. Five of them ran evenly down the middle of his back, no doubt connected to his spine. Two were on his chest. One was above his navel. Lastly, there was one on the back of each calf.
He also had a few odd, barely noticeable lines on his arms. Most people wouldn't know what to make of it, but this told Vincent that the arms were cybernetic. Only partially flesh. There was also a barcode tattooed on the bottom of his right foot.
"He has all of 828's abilities. Plus, he doesn't have to sleep to heal, and I've outfitted his arms with multiple weapons, and seismic generators, able to produce perfect seismic vibrations. Basically a more complete blueprint of our work with Subject 237," Calvin said, adjusting his glasses as he admired his work. The tone of his voice bled pride.
Vincent couldn't stop his heart from speeding up.
"Almost like an angel. Is he not?" Calvin grinned.