[right] ‘God, I hope they never find that answer – especially mine. If there’s one thing the world does not need any more of, is another catastrophe, or a kind of world war that many people have dreaded for years to never come. Nuclear, they used to say was what would be the cause of it; nope, it would be a bunch of power-hungry anomalies.’ [/right] 

Right on the dot, at 0700 on the clock, Agent Caits opened the door and stood at attention, presumably waiting for them to exit. 

[right] ‘Where’s Agent Dioxide? What’s the plan now?’ [/right]

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[right] Date and Time: 11/03/2016, 0650 [/right]

Agent Dioxide had to treat it as a routine event, effected by perhaps the need of a status report – the kind of information that is not written on paper, but is nevertheless invaluable for assessment of both Subject and Agent. Still, the throbbing pain that is his pacing heart made him worry that his appearance would betray the notion of his innocence. In that way, Big Boss did not need a lie detector, as his very presence demanded the truth, that he could somehow sieve through your lies and break you apart. 

‘Sir?’

[right] ‘I believe I should speak to the Higher-ups about having stricter qualifications on the recruiting of Agents. How does someone like you – with a severe form of Precordial Catch Syndrome – even walk up the damn stairs, let alone pass the physical exams, without dying? 

Yes, I know about it. Your dilated pupils, slight perspiration, fidgety legs, and your shirt is literally moving with your pulsing heart.’ [/right]

‘Sir, I more than make up for my physical [i]complication[/i] with my ability to plan and think incredibly well. I coordinated the extractions of 12 of our Subjects, including our most recent 29. I always strategize 10 steps ahead of my first, and that makes me very competent.’

[right] ‘Yes, your 190 IQ is indeed impressive – though nothing to my 280, it’s still valuable. Which leads me to the question I have for you:

How would you prepare for field-tests with the Subjects 29 and 30? [/right]

‘Sir?’

[right] ‘Unlike most of our Subjects, these two possess actual offensive, and combative abilities. The last one we had, Subject 3, had Acidic Poison Generation, but was not immune to his own acidic poison. Bloody fool sprayed poison on himself and died.’

But 29 and 30…. The possibilities are up there. I would like to know how you think we should operate.’ [/right]

‘Sir, I believe we can handle a [i]”fight simulation”[/i] with Subject 30, but Subject 29 is something else. We don’t yet know the extent of which her abilities go, and whether or not we can subdue and control her once in her enraged form.’

[right]  ‘I thought you said you plan very well.’ [/right]

‘I do, sir, but I don’t think even with the combined power of five armies can we hope to control Subject 29. Field reports of her initial extraction says otherwise.’

[right] ‘Then we bring in ten armies. The fact that she’s here in [b]our control [/b] means she is stoppable.

You disappoint me, Agent Dioxide. Leave.’ [/right]

There was nothing else he could argue with. He could not provide an answer sensible enough to persuade Big Boss otherwise that this was a bad idea. He stood, and turned to leave. When his hand reached for the door knob, Big Boss spoke:

[right] ‘Return the grenade.’ [/right]

That made him jump, his heart ached and he feared that he would collapse then and there. But he opened the door quickly enough for him to slam it closed and catch his breath.