[hr][center][h1][color=darkorange]Werner "Kraken" Sevier[/color] & [color=00aeef]Dean "Trigger" Rourke[/color][/h1] by [@shivershiver] and [@DeadDrop] 
[hr][sub]Ft. Captain Jaymes Cane:[/sub] [@beyond visions][/center][hr][center][h1]One Hour Out... [/h1]
[hider=The Radio][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SrkeWsQZNyU]The Killers - Mr Bright Side [/url][/hider][/center]
[indent]The day was oozing heat onto the country side of Washington, the sounds of a muscle car ripped through the outskirts of Washington. The roads were cracked and poorly maintained, on either side of the beaten and barren road was a luscious green Forrest. The nature outside of Seattle seemed to thrive on it's own even in such hot conditions as of recent. Over the horizon a red muscle car surfed the hills, dancing gracefully over the road as the tires ran smoothly on the hot road beneath them. Behind the wheel was a man in the suit, a tacky cheap stripped dress shirt with blue dress pants. His red tie ran blood red on his striped shirt, his rugged hands gripped onto the steering wheel as his foot ate the gas pedal. Grinding the engine to it's limit as he sped through the deserted road way, on wards to his destination. The radio blared an ancient song from decades ago, as the car's speed grew so did the man's smile. He grinned as he bared his teeth for the world to see, his black aviators slipping off his eyes slightly. 

He began to take his foot off the gas pedal, slowly down the muscle car began to stop roaring as it did before. He pulled up behind a black SUV, switched to the adjacent lane and then gunned the gas again. Not taking his eyes off the road, he began to speak over the radio. [color=00aeef]"So, what if it's a false alarm? Do they pay for my gas, or do we?"[/color] He says looking over to his partner, Werner who sat beside him in the shotgun. [color=00aeef]"That would be a waste of time, a damn waste. I could be doing better things, like not driving out of Seattle. Hell, this place is a ghost town so to speak. I don't think anyone even lives outside of the city, not in this economy or - well ever."[/color] [color=00aeef]"You see Werner, well you know. These animals can be crazy in every way so, if you have a chance read up on the files. I got them behind your seat, some of these chicks are smoking hot but - I dunno maybe they kept their looks after the transformed. What I'm trying to say is just check out what they look like incase we see them on the road or something. If everything goes well maybe some jackass pressed the alarm by accident."[/color] Behind the two, in the back seats were infact a crate of files and documents. Beside it sat a gun case and a Remington 870 with a box of buckshot and a box of slugs. [color=00aeef]"Y'know, I don't think we'll need to use anything bigger than a pistol today. If possible, we'll try to get armor from someone their cus I don't want to ruin ours. It's in the trunk besides my .50 and all our other shit. I hope we're not going to war today, honest to god."[/color] He says, turning down the music but keeping his foot on the pedal. The car continues to fly across the road as they draw closer to the lab.

His hangover finally beginning to fade, Werner focused his cold gaze, hidden behind a pair of mirrored wayfarer sunglesses, from the empty road to the man sitting beside him. He'd known Rourke for a few years now, meeting him after the... Incident of the first generation. The Ectosavior had helped hunt down the other experiments like him, all failed; deformation, madness, or revenge had rendered them useless to the government, and Werner remained the only patient who remained operational. Until now, that is. Werner trusted the Ectosavior; not as much as he should, since the two operatives had worked numerous jobs together, but enough to turn his back to him every once in a while. He was a fine agent, if a little too chatty for Werner's taste. 

[color=darkorange]"Oh, I was about due for a visit anyway Rourke,"[/color] he said, perhaps a little irritation present in his voice. [color=darkorange]"[i]Maximation[/i], they've been callin' me in about every week. Monitoring, advising. Awful tight leash."[/color] Since he was the only one with any real experience with Project HYBRID, since most of the staff from his generation was either killed by the hybrids or killed by the government to cover up the incident, Dr. Eisley relied heavily on Werner for any form of advice, though the good doctor rarely took any of his harsher reccomendations into consideration. Sevier ignored Rourke's comment regarding the files; by now, he had them all committed to memory. Names, faces, strengths and weaknesses, he knew most everything about them, and then some. Curiously enough, there was even a budding romance between two of the subjects which Dr. Eisley allowed. The lead scientist in charge of Werner's generation, Dr. Staffel, didn't take too much stock in love and romance. He distinctly remembered two romantically involved subjects from Gen 1 being forced to fight, and mutilate, eachother under Staffel's watch. [color=darkorange]"Anyway, its nothing we haven't dealt with before. Hell, I'd reckon we could handle this bunch ourselves. What was Eisley thinking anyway, recruiting civilians? Nah, the gear in the back should work just fine."[/color]

[color=00aeef]Due for a vist, I don't think so buddy I think they want to make sure you aren't spittin' ink all over everybody. You are a big squid after all. He recruited civs maybe cus some of them were hot or they had good genes, prolly a bit of both. Noelle is - was pretty cute. Some others, but if they are mutants they are looong past the point of return. Thing is, I don't remember being called to a lab lock down since, ever. So, I dunno what to expect. Something bad."[/color]

The muscle car continued to crank over the dead road, the sun lowering itself onto the horizon as the day began to end. Music still dripping out of the radio as it beat into the wind, Rourke's hand laid on the side of the driver's door as he had the other on the wheel. The car ripping through the landscape at it's "normal speed" for when Rourke was driving. Who was Werner, really not just a squid and a agent but he was someone who was looking for something. Rourke didn't know at the time, but maybe Werner had a hidden agenda. It wasen't something he was concerned about, yet. Werner was trustworthy but not was themselves on the outside.

Werner chuckled, but found no real humor in the joke; he found himself laughing more lately, but neve really enjoying it. Just another way to keep up appearances, maintain alliances. It was all just a show to him. He'd been under so many covers, been so many different people, sometimes it felt like he was losing track of who the [i]real[/i] Werner was. Perhaps he had reached the point where he was simply a tool, like a gun, wearing a black suit and a smile. As much as he knew the thought should have disturbed him, it really didn't. [color=darkorange]"Careful now friend, that's octopus, not squid. Big difference. Say that again and I just might ink those ratty threads of yours, though it'd probably be an improvement,"[/color] Werner replied with a wry grin, his aristocratic Southern accent drawing out the words. He didn't mind his new body too much, though he'd much rather have been recruited as an Ectosavior. Werner envied Rourke for that, his combat savviness, strength, intellegence. However, the fame that came with being and Ectosavior didn't abide well by him, especially with his commitment to the CIA. Wouldn't do him much good undercover with his face plastered on every TV. 

Werner turned back to the road, taking a moment to enjoy the sun. When they entered the lab, there was no telling how long they'd stay in. His skin, already tan, turned a few shades darker to soak up the sun's heat. As much as he loved his enhanced abilities his genetic mutations gave him, the limitations were a pain at best; being cold-blooded was the biggest, always trying to stay as warm as possible. Werner just hoped he wouldn't have to go back to Russia anytime soon. [color=darkorange]"But relax Rourke, if something did come up, we'll handle it like we always do. And slow down, we should almost be there."[/color]

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Finally the sun started to fade from the sky, it's light daring to grace another contient's morning. The sky began to ooze darkness as the moon began to rise in the distance, the head lights from the muscle car cutting into the growing darkness. Fending it off as it lights the way for the vehicle. It didn't take long, after more and more songs rotating through the cars stereo the duo pulled up to a military checkpoints. Some badge waving and gate arm lifting later the two entered a small compound. 

Search lights wave over the land scape as patrolling guards move about, a few watch towers all armed with guards and machine guns. Barracks and other essential buildings stand tall as the entrance to the lab lays in the middle of the compound via elevator. Rourke parks his beauty and goes to the back, grabbing his Desert Eagle from his pistol case and shoulder holster. After taking two extra magazines he makes his way with Werner to the elevator where they descend - into hell.

Captain Jaymes Cane did not hate mutants, no, he was now standing besides two. But, he does not regret the orders he gave his soldiers; they were orders shoot to all Hybrid Humans on sight. It could be accused of him that there be no mercy existing in Cane's soul, though he would argue that at the expense of such mercy, it could cost him the lives of the men and women who fulfill their duties of loyally following his every command. He would never allow guileless passivity be the reason why soldiers die on his watch. Though just because the mutants are simply shot, does not mean any are doomed to die because of the fired weapon. They may act like animals, look like animals, and even fight like animals, but it is a promising probability that when you trap one, make him or her squeal and squirm a bit, they will be lead right to another. If any of the Hybrids are secretly cutthroat and had not been marked on the kill list like Dante Foster, then they will aid Maximation in the hunt, and in exchange they will be treated for what cancer might be injected into them. Because when it comes down to it, even if any mutant were to escape without any proper medical treatment their lifespan declines increasingly.

[color=688E23]"I was against it, and he knew that,"[/color] the Captain firmly claimed in the control room as the eyes of both Sevier and Rourke stared deeply at the replay footage of the administrator's death, while Cane faced the opposite direction of the screen, a direction and position that allowed him to make clear eye contact with the two other men he spoke to. Watching Eisley be murdered was something that brought the Captain great unease to witness again. Eisley was no where close to being Cane's best friend, but watching those that he is in service to protect be murdered, leaves feeling of lost even if it ultimately what Eisley did was suicide.  [color=688E23]"He thought he was facing his demons, and I guess you could say that he literally did. Well, he at least faced one of them, and his name is Dante Foster."[/color] Through the screen that they watched, the Stalker's tail slip through and cocked back out of the poor, pleading man's skull. [color=688E23]"I was betting Noelle Aether would be the one to do it. She had more the reason to, the girl just discovered news of her dead brother, Cylde Aether."[/color] After all, she was the Tasmanian Devil, but she didn't do it, she didn't have the chance too. 

[color=688E23]"After watching that, you know who's our primary target, but even if we do kill Foster, there are others of them. Capture one, promise medical treatment in exchange that they deceive and mislead another Hybrid right to us. Unless, he or she refuses this offer, then there is always torture being played over the intercom while best friend or sweetheart hears this, thinking that they are going to do something about it. And that's enough to have them run right into us, perhaps turns themselves in."[/color] 

Werner rarely expressed any form of intense emotion, which made his pacing back and forth in the sterile confines of the command room even more disconcerting. His eyes, burning with anger, darted between Captain Cane and the monitors, which ran Dr. Eisley's death over and over in an endless loop. When Cane finished speaking, Werner came to a halt before him, his body taut like a lion before it strikes a gazelle. He stared at the captain for a moment, longer than what could be considered comfortable, before speaking. [color=darkorange]"Captain Cane, need I remind you that those test subjects are government property, and as the highest ranking officer in this facility, any harm that comes to them will be [i]your[/i] responsibility.[/color]" His slow southern drawl had faded, replaced by barely-restrained fury, his words dripping with venom. [color=darkorange]"Seeing as how your incompetence has already resulted in the death of your predecessor, Dr. Eisley, I would advise you exercise the most [i]extreme[/i] caution when considering your next move. Any further mistakes will not be looked upon kindly by your superiors, and I highly doubt you would see a court of law before being locked away, or worse. More than anything, I suggest you have your men stand down before they get themselves hurt."[/color] 

Werner took a moment to compose himself, hands running through his greying hair. He rarely lost his temper like this. Losing control of your emotions lead to mistakes, a lesson Dr. Eisley learned so harshly. Werner persistently advised the doctor not to inform the hybrids of their condition until they arrived at a solution, but Eisley's conscience, or perhaps his stubbornness, won out. The man had repeatedly gone against his recommendations; recruiting civilians, training them for combat roles, fewer and less robust psychiatric evaluations. The doctor always had faith in mankind's benevolence, which proved to be his downfall. Werner shifted his attention to the matter at hand. It would not do him any good to dwell on what he can not fix. [color=darkorange]"Regardless of your [b]fuck ups[/b], agent Rourke and I are at your disposal." [/color] He hated being a lackey to [i]Maximation[/i], but he never had much of a choice after his genetic alterations. Sevier turned to his partner. 

[color=00aeef]"That's pretty fucked."[/color]

Rourke said letting out a hot sigh, his breath running as far as it could towards Cane. Additionally from his appearance is his car, Rourke was wearing a shoulder holster with a desert eagle sitting snug inside the holster. Under his clothes was a light weight vest, just incase. [color=00aeef]"If they all are going to start murdering everyone I'm not sure why we'd just recapture them - oh right they still have some use I guess. So do we need to worry about covering up any lives they take outside the lab or should that be up to another y'know agency?[/color] Rourke says, before looking over at Werner. It hadn't been the first time the two had been sent on a death squad mission and it definitely wouldn't be the last.

[color=darkorange] "Let's just make sure they don't leave the facility Rourke,"[/color] Werner replied. Damage control was not something he was accustomed to, since he typically didn't "go loud", and the supporting CIA and military assets typically took care of these matters. He assumed they would do the same here. He looked his partner up and down for a moment, noticing the heavy pistol barely concealed beneath his suit jacket. Ordinarily, Werner would scold and tease Rourke for using the unncomfortable and inconvenient holster, and the unwieldy cannon it held; this time, however, he was glad for it, seeing the monster that ripped through Eisley again and again on the security camera. His own Heckler & Koch HK45 would doubtfully have much of an impact against Foster's hardened shell. Already his mind was returning to the hours he spent observing the test subjects, noting strengths, weaknesss, and pressure points in the event they might be captured, opening the door to interrogation. 

[color=00aeef]"What kills it, the Dante thing. Can I put a .50 cal through it or do we need a magic wand?" [/color]

Rourke looks behind him to the door that he entered, the thick metal door holding back any means of escape. If only it was like that for the monsters, if the lab had been build better maybe they wouldn't of gotten out. Maybe if they had some sense of humanity left in their bodies they wouldn't of gone and killed the lead scientist, maybe they could of gotten cured. But what did it matter, it was his job to return them to Maximation. They were in the wrong and him and Werner were in the right, that's why they had been dispatched to clean this up.

To clean up their mess. 

His mind flicked back to the images of the other mutants, the files he had read and their faces before their mutations. Could they be reasoned with or would they just attack him like they did to Eisely - well Dante did to Eisley. The idea of talking them down came to mind, but how would Werner react to it. Were they going in to kill them or would they give up, of course they wouldn't.

Long ago, in a different administration things like this could be avoided or swept under the rug. People were going to find out soon enough, maybe today was the day that another generation of mutants were going to meet the public. Not Ectosaviours, something quite worse and that's what worried Rourke. A thick cloud of anxiety running down the young agent as the possibilities, no the out comes of what today would be like. The fear, the death the scared. It could be bigger than just a covert op, the armed forces other nations. It could escalate, kill or convince. That's what was given to the two. Would it be as hard as it sounded, to convince a half crazed Scorpion to stand down. The world's fucked itself, playing god, his anxiety started to drop. What would his unit do, probably kill them all. The Ectosaviours weren't here though, it was just Rourke and Werner.

Tough luck for the escapees, The Federal Gov was coming.
They play for keeps, with everything to lose.

[color=00aeef]"Well, should I go get my Barret?"[/color]

[color=darkorange]"Let's just stick with what we have partner. In the meantime, captain, I'd like to make an announcement over the intercom,[/color]" Werner said quickly, not wanting to waste time. Already the members of Project HYBRID were no doubt panicking and scrambling for an escape route; he needed to calm those who had peaceful intentions, win them over, and a couple ideas were rattling around in his head. 

 [color=688E23]"Very well, it's right over there,"[/color] Cane waved his hand over at the direction of the center desk, which laid on its right corner surface, the intercom. The captain, with no hesitation nor questions directed Sevier to the intercom, because if the agent were to work for him, Cane had to trust him.

The intercom came to life with a deafening hiss, amplified by the long and empty corridors. [color=darkorange]"This is Dr. Werner Sevier, Associate Director for Laboratory Science and Safety at the Center for Disease Control,"[/color] he began, adopting a soothing, almost familiar tone like a father addressing their child. The kind words coming from his mouth juxtaposed his stoic face, set in stone. [color=darkorange]"You may have seen me before. I've been responsible for monitoring Dr. Eisley’s operations here to ensure that they are up to code, and as you already know, he failed in safeguarding your lives. Eisley chose his own personal glory over your safety. I know you’ve been treated unfairly, but please, you still have a choice. Surrender yourself to the nearest guards and I promise you we will work our hardest to reverse the effects of Eisley’s work, and give you a chance at life.”[/color] Werner paused. [color=darkorange]“And Ms. Aether… I’m so sorry for your loss.”[/color]
The intercom system hissed before screeching silent. Werner turned to his companions, taking a brief moment to inspect his sidearm. The speech was full of half truths and deception, but on the surface, it seemed sincere; besides, some of it was true. Certainly they didn’t want to see the hybrids dead. Not yet, anyway, when they had caused so little tangible damage. Still, the situation was teetering on the edge. 
[color=darkorange] “Captain, give the order. Capture the subjects. Lethal force only when necessary. Shoot Mr. Foster on sight.”[/color] The agent motioned to the two neared armed guards to accompany him. [color=darkorange] “You two with me. We’re going hunting.”[/color]

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