'Contamination level - Critical.
Analyzing tissue deterioration - Critcal.
...Recommended solution - Lethal force.'
Managing a sigh, the agent Shrike could not stifle a somber expression making itself visible on his face, a futuristic visor allowing for information less than pleasant. Out of curiosity, the agent found himself asking, why him? Why was he the choice they had settled with, for this assignment? He was neither reluctant, nor was he going to deny an order. However, Miles was well aware of his strengths, and his weaknesses. Many of the others, or rather, all of the others had powers far more destructive than his own. Despite his professional training perhaps surpassing the others, one could not deny the strength of a godly fist, or the divinity of manifested hardlight. The answer was, however, quite simple. Shrike was Horizon's scalpel. When something needed to be done quietly, they turned to him. Rather, one could use the word discreetly. Indeed, when questionable methods found home upon an otherwise morally straight path, Horizon did not wish to squander their glimmering emblems.
"ADA, what are the risks of infection?" Shrike spoke, his voice a soft string of words, almost a mere whisper within the underground sewers. One could consider the agent quite comfortable with the company of his visor, allowing for a more tolerable presence within the slowly dripping darkness of a buzzing city's underground. Connected with a subway station long since abandoned and forgotten, it was quite possible to lay eyes on the most peculiar of sights within these ancient halls.
'Unclear,' a robotic voice returned, an immediate analysis would consider the circumstances quite dire, related to how close to the surface this cadaver is located.'
"Yeah," Shrike frowned, rising from a knee as he stood. The creature before him used to be human, that much was clear. However, extensive mutations had resulted in an abominable sight. Muscles were torn and shredded, replaced by tumors, and boils. Fingers gave way for claws, teeth having grown sharp and dangerous. The sunken eyes above a now vacant nose were grey, and dim, as if sight left them long before life itself. Indeed, the stench was quite horrid, but with open wounds stretching their way across the leathery skin of this abomination, one could deduce as much from a glance. "The victim is male," Shrike continued, "is the mutation related to chromosomes?"
'No,' ADA returned, the artificial intelligence aiding Miles on his assignment. He proceeded to step over the corpse, mutilated and left for gruesome discovery. Continuing down the ever stretching darkness, Miles' grip around his pistol remained vigilant and steady. He was aware that anything could attack him, down here. There were no rules or regulations within these confines, no greater good or abysmal evil. No, down here, it was all about survival. No more, and certainly no less.
'Picking up movement,' ADA broke a prolonged silence, Miles' visor analyzing the surrounding before zeroing in on a shape further down into the tunnel. His eyes widened at the sight, the hulking creature moving with mindless intent. Long, twisted limbs dragged against the filthy water, a distinct lack of care surrounding this beast, a sense of absolute witlessness shrouding it like a cape. With a head slowly swaying from one side to the other in tune with its large, heavy steps, Miles lowered himself to the dry sidewalk where he was standing, taking a knee to remain unseen. 'Analysis complete. Comparing genetical structure to previous specimen. Comparison complete. The two appear infected by the same string of mutagensis. However, the result appear to differ in physical shape.'
"Great..," the agent sighed, allowing the creature to eventually pass him by before he proceeded to follow this monstrous discovery.
'Sending discovery to Horizon mainframe.' ADA noted, before Miles tapped the side of his visor. 'Initiating connection with Horizon satellite. Downloading city wide blueprints. Filtering out irrelevant data. Uploading map.' The voice finished, a small map appearing at the bottom right corner of Shrike's vision. It would appear that this creature, or rather, this thing, was heading towards the large, open area. Was it patrolling? That was a possibility, but somewhat unlikely. Something had mutated this beast into what it was, however, and Miles had been tasked to unravel this mystery.
Mysterious disappearances, people vanishing, medical and scientific data stolen from some of the most prestigious facilities, it all lined up. This appeared to be the result, but to what end? What was the goal? This was not the first time Miles had come across biological weapons, and monstrous results. It was, however, the first time he had seen something like this so close to the surrounding world. It was a risky move, to be sure. Especially given Horizon's presence.
"Probably just another mad scientist," Miles thought to himself, "it never ends."