So proudly he’d say his name. Odis Lyndon Gallagher. His name was clearly not one that rolled off the tongue. Lauded for his very much exaggerated war story (which detailed him singlehandedly fending off a vicious horde of a cataclysm), Odis rode this false story as far as the tides could take him. Unfortunately, this “hero” of the people was primarily geared towards fake sincerity and ersatz glory. He gained a representative position and aimed even further like the opportunist he was. 

Entering the very establishment Apollo resided in, his walk carried a frivolous bop causing his striped polyester tie to swing vigorously outside his navy tailored suit. There wasn’t much to see, though some guards held thoughts questioning his acumen. Riding the main elevator several floors up, he rested his briefcase on the flush carpet. Before the doors opened there would be several times where he’d brush his shoulders off and pop his collar in sequence.

Bizarre. 

Even the two guards accompanying him shook their heads in disgust. 

His smug expression remained with him as several men left the room once Apollo dismissed them. For a brief second he saw Apollo within the crack of closing door but something told the Odis to pause on his planned entry. It was the first time he showed any falter in confidence. Something wasn’t right. He could sense it, but to the bathroom he went thinking he could wiz away any form of internal trepidation. Perhaps he was just nervous, it was the first time he was meeting Apollo face to face after all. 

“Excuse me boys, I’m going to take a quick pit stop.”

The guards gave a quick nod and waited in the hall as he entered. Surprisingly, the bathroom was rather large and held an interior that was surely designed through the combined effort of renowned architects and interior decorators. 

“Impressive” Odis thought and after relieving himself he took a trip to the sink. He placed his prescriptive frames down on the counter and began talking to himself in the reflection of the gigantic mirror. “Relax Odis Lyndon Gallagher relax… You got this…”

After turning on the faucet he noticed there was a hesitation is water flow. He thought nothing of it but in actuality he should have questioned it. Before he could react his hands were suddenly covered in a metallic slime…

“…What… in the…”

Before he could finish the platinum ooze magnetized to his face, gorging violently down any pathway the sentient liquid could find. This included his mouth, nose and even his eyes. The horror, Odis could not even make out the tiniest squeal for help as it constricted his vocal cords, but he the conglomeration of property changing microorganisms did not seek to kill him. Well, that was both true and false.

At this very moment his brain was being partially consumed, meticulously rewired, filled and replaced by the downloaded conscious of another. 

The last visions and thoughts of Odis Lyndon Gallagher would be that of the spinning mural plastered upon the arching ceiling which was only ironic to him because no other person in their right mind would compare him to Julius Caesar. 

His body was lifeless for a minute or so and the two guards past their patience barged into the bathroom guns drawn with suspicion something was going on. The second the handle rattled Odis’ eyes pinballed from the back of his head and into a regular position. By then the remnants of Panident escaped down the drain and water was regularly flowing once more. What the two ops became witness to was a complete shift in the man’s demeanor.

After slowly getting up, he presumed slight shrugging position despite being at gunpoint. “I just slipped that’s all. I’ll be out in a moment.” They abided to his requests and waited once more outside. The second the door closed a crooked smile filled his face from ear to ear.

“Oh boy did that hurt.” 

What is this body number eleven? He lost count. Ten whole times he had been killed and because of the abilities of Panident his entire conscious could be downloaded and formatted to any live person’s brain to be uploaded again and again.

The last thing he remembered was hearing “THEN I SHALL BURN IT ALL!” and just like that a building collapsed on him just as he was entering. It wasn’t just any other building also. It was Merse’s office. As troubling as that might have been to think about he had received enough of a briefing from Panident to pursue the plan with confidence, even if several things had already gone wrong.

With his hair no longer tame and slick he didn’t even bother to fix it as it fit his personality more. He looked in the mirror, stretching his neck in attempts to get used to the body he was in. Instead of putting on his glasses he left them there because he didn’t need them opposed to the previous owner of this body. Instead, he opted to take the suitcase and he walked towards the exit. Whoever this Odis fellow was Apollo had a meeting with, he was gone. 

There was a saying that fit the individual occupying Odis’ body perfectly. In fact his nickname derived from it.

“You can kill all the [b]roaches[/b] but they’ll always just show up again.”

Hello Apollo Amon, meet Prime's second in command Ferris Caldwell.