MysteriousUnderground tunnels. Destination unknown
James slept silently in a hollowed cave. His suit laid down neatly over his bags, and speeder parked outside of the entrance. He slept, he dreamed, dreamed of a memory from his genetic template, he had felt that he was receiving more, and more recently, but this, this had to be the worst. The worst one his mind could process. It started out with a man in the similar costume to the one he was wearing now racing through streets of Japan, His rifle held tightly in his hand, and brows narrowed. The man, who appeared to be James' genetic template leaped into a window, to see a woman, pregnant, and with the look of shock on her face. This man, this monster pulled the trigger, releasing a bullet through her heart.
"Ahhhh!" He exclaimed with his voice echoing throughout the cave, He wasn't a savior, wasn't designed to be a savior, he wasn't designed for his skills as an "agent". he wasn't revived for any of it. He was revived for his skill as an assassin. A weapon. It was all clear to him now. His purpose was to kill. To Murder. James removed himself from the ground, slowly placing on his gear, then the last touch Winter's Reaper. Similar to a widow's bite, as he somehow knew of the word, and knew what it was. The once project savior boarded on his speeder, speeding off into the shadows, with burning fires, and ragged men huddled around them hear and there, lighting up the cave. Alone sat a man slowly tilting his head at James who was now slowing down examining all of these people, on there goals to survive.
"Nice Speeder." One cloaked man spoke, with a Mohawk, a ripped sleeve revealing a detailed tattoo. He was leaning up against a wall, Mohawk was a grey color, dark grey. James ignored the comment, and kept on proceeding down the long narrow tunnel. As James began making his way away from all of the survives, the cloaked man grinned evilly under his hood, with three claws unsheathing from his hand, with one of them placed under the wrist, other than over it with the other two. Blood pouring from them, dripping onto the ground. "DRIP." It began to echo, with James listening carefully. He then made his way to a corner, beginning to slowly hear the sound fading. "Drip...".
It seemed that James had been driving for hours, days, and for what? To bring more murder on top of what he was created to do. Chang Chin II had his plot, but who was to say John Barker didn't? James doubted John wasn't a good man, he seemed very intelligent, and wanting a good cause. But now it wasn't safe to say, now it wasn't safe to say who to trust, Not yet...
"RAAHH!"
A loud roar was heard, but after the crashing through a wall in the cave, it was a beast, a creature, another weapon, but it is never safe to give a weapon too much power. The grey Gargoyle looking creature tackled James off of his speeder, holding him tightly in his grasp, face to face, weapon to weapon. Saliva dripped from the creatures lip onto the ground. The cave was now pitch black, with James now only using his night vision to see. The beast sniffed, as James reached in his belt for his electrical knife, and quickly jabbed it in the beasts eye. James was thrown down onto the ground, his cheek skidding against the rough rock, blood slightly dripping from his cheek. The beast roared, louder and louder. James' mask was ripped, and night-vision was disabled. he tore off the mask and began to sprint in the opposite of the direction of the creature who chased after, stomping onto the ground, a sharp blade jabbed inside of it's eye.
James knew what he had to do, the only thing he could do, the beast was gaining speed, too much speed. James rolled a grenade back to the beast, who reached out, grabbing hold of James' arm, with the tightest grip James ever felt, the grenade exploded, just as James had been pulled into the beast's radius.
Moments later James awoke, with no feeling in his arm, no movement, no arm. The gargoyle was on the other side of James, with it's skin tore off of the right side of it's chest. It's grey heart seen not moving. Flames still burning it's body, supplying enough light for James to look to his left arm, and to see it is no more.
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