20 God Made Man

Chapter Nineteen

God made Man

Briar stared at the room crowded with beeping and clicking machines. People with white lab coats crowded amongst the machines reading out the data being relayed to them. Some milled around talking, as others glanced at them as they burst in.

Looking over her glasses, Bluue waved one hand in the air. "Get out!" At this everyone silently got up and shuffled off toward the only other door. Some groaned silently to themselves, as others remembered the large sums of money they were paid because of the silence clause in their contracts. After the door swung shut on the last scientist, Bluue pulled Briar, none to gently, over to the back wall. Across it hung the largest mirror Briar had ever laid her eyes on. It went from floor to ceiling, and reflected everything in the room back at her, making her slightly dizzy.

"That is the biggest fucking mirror I have ever seen." Briar commented, eyes wide as she took in the sheer size of the piece of glass before her.

Blue eyes staring at her over two half oval glasses, Bluue grinned at her. " Oh honey. You haven't seen a thing yet." Pushing a button on the wall next to her, she spun slightly on her heels. Moving her hand with a slight flourish. "Tada."

The mirror glowed red for but a moment, then stopped. Nothing happened for another moment, then the reflective surface of the mirror disappeared. Instead the mirror became glass, revealing a room behind it. Monitors made a strange red glow in the room, casting the lone figure in the room in shadow.

"Who is in there?" Briar asked, turning to face Bluue. The older woman did not respond, only looked over at the room behind the glass. "Bluue who is in the room?"

Still no answer came from the older woman. Briar stepped closer to the older woman, demanding now that she get an answer. Hand balled into a fist, she grabbed onto the collar of her coat. "Bluue! Who the hell is in that fucking room?"

"Experiment number 5434685623465. Age 20 years and seven months. DNA recombination sequence is stable." she chuckled slightly. "It is actually stable. I can not believe it."

Briar looked at the older woman in fear. What in the hell was she talking about like that? What was stable, and who was behind the glass? "What in the hell are you talking about?"

"Do you know anything about weapons contracts Briar?" Bluue continued to stare out over her head toward the glass room.

"No. Not really."

"That's good." a small smile spread over her face. "Better that way." silence came over them for a moment, as Briar waited for her to continue her sentence. " Recombinant DNA has not been around long. Only in the last thirty years has it begun to gain any scientific use. In 1984 this company got a contract from, lets say one of the many governing bodies that makes this world spin. About that time we were planning on getting ourselves into a small war on some foreign front. One of these bodies saw our research in the science of recombinant DNA, and contracted us to make them a superior solider."

" After twelve years, failure after failure, we finally reached the perfect specimen. Experiment 5434685623465 was our greatest success. He was born with claws to tear his victims, eyes red to scare the living hell out of any target that got in the way of its objective. A body built specifically to attain a maximum speed of 70 mph, and able to do acrobatic and contortionist acts in any battle situation. His bones are hollow to allow ease of movement and keep his frame light to leave little too no trace of his presence. In a few words. The perfect war machine. He was programmed to kill and maim. To fulfill complex strategic plans on the battlefield and to survive in any situation thrown at him. There was just one small glitch. He was an albino. Something about that one trait set him apart from all the other fetus's. He was destined to become to super solider we spent so many years and so much money trying to bring to life."

Taking a moment from her speech, Bluue pushed another button on the panel near the glass rooms edge. Lights flickered inside the room, flashing slightly before they slowly warmed up to their full brightness. Briar gasped, looking at the sight before her. Nothing adorned the glass room except for a large mobile computer unit, and a set of odd shackles now holding someone prisoner against their will. It was who was in the shackles that concerned Briar. Slumped against the shackles, his head hanging free, Dais was spread almost crucifixion style against the wall before her.

"Oh my god Dais! What have they done to you?" Briar rushed forward only to be held back by Bluue's strong grip.