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Adult ++
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21
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3,514
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5
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Chapter 15
Chapter 15
General William Stryker had finally found the mutant he had been looking for.
Logan. He would be perfect for the experiment – which would mean death for anyone else – because of his mutant powers. Stryker didn’t have much information about Logan’s past; only that he was born in Canada roughly 190 years ago, and that he had survived everything that would have killed any other man or mutant. Yes, he would be perfect.
All Logan’s blood relatives were of course dead now, and the man was living like a hermit somewhere deep in the forest, so he would certainly not be missed. At least not by anyone important.
Stryker was sure he would be the one. He went to consult Vincent Bennell, chief of the scientific experiments performed on mutants.
Over 300 people were working at the base located near Alkali Lake – officers, common soldiers, civilian scientists, and support staff. Most of them were working underground for weeks, or even months in a row.
But only Stryker and a few more had access to the most important sections. Video cameras followed their every movement, but no human eye ever interfered with the security. The system was operated by a computer, that stored holographic images of the crew, and compared those with the people moving around in the compound. That made it as good as impossible for an intruder to get inside the compound unnoticed.
No codes could open the doors to the restricted sections. Instead there was a glass plate in the wall next to the doors, where Stryker placed his right hand and waited for the computer to authorize him access. The computer scanned his palm and compared his fingerprints to the ones stored in its archives.
After five seconds the doors opened and the general could enter. He continued toward Vincent Bennell’s office to share the information with him.
Dr. Bennell was in his forties, tall and lean with dark hair, dark beard and pale skin, and he regarded the general with a critical look when he came to see him. Stryker had never really liked him, but he was willing to ignore that now. Doctor Bennell was the chief scientist after all, and his opinion was very important.
The two men nodded at each other, and exchanged a brief handshake. Stryker had never been good at small talk, so he decided to go directly to business.
“I believe we have found the subject we’ve been looking for,” he said proudly.
Dr. Bennell arched his brows. “Subject? A mutant?”
“Yes. Lives right here in Canada. His first name is Logan, and my team has followed him for quite some time, and we really do believe he is our guy. Here, have a look as these.”
Stryker handed his colleague a folder containing pictures and some general information about the mutant named Logan. Dr. Bennell opened the folder and skimmed through the pictures. There were photos of Logan taken recently, of him and his little hermit log house, and then there were old photos of Logan that could have been mistaken for recent, because he looked exactly the same on all of them.
“That one is taken in 1909,” Stryker said, nodding at the picture Bennell was holding in his hand. “He lived in a small town called Bailey Falls back then. But considering the way he looks, it could have been taken yesterday.”
The doctor frowned. “Yes, it’s interesting,” he agreed. “What about his powers, other that he doesn’t seem to age?”
“His generative capability is amazing. I have questioned some witnesses that claimed he can heal gunshots in a matter of minutes.”
“Do you think he would survive the procedure? We are not exactly talking about a gunshot wound here,” Bennell said seriously.
“I’m not entirely sure, but his chances are good. Way better than any other subject we’ve considered,” Stryker claimed. “Dr. Bennell, I’m also a scientist, and I want this to work as much as you do, but I’m telling you that I am sure this time. He is worth a try.”
“It will be an expensive “try” if the experiment fails,” Bennell pointed out dryly.
“Risks are part of science. Nothing can be done without risks.”
“True. But what else do we know about this mutant? Has he any relatives? Family? Anyone that would miss him?”
“No, he lives like a hermit in the forest,” Stryker said.
“Then who is this?” Bennell asked, showing Stryker a photph oph of a man outside Logan’s house. The man looked to be around 45, and he was tall and slender with large, blue eyes.
“According to my sources, that is a kid Logan saved from the concentration camps during World War 2,” Stryker explained. “He’s been living with him ever since. Everyone says they keep to themselves. Obviously Logan loves him very much.”
“What do we know about him?”
“His name is Erik Lehnsherr, he’s a Jew, and all his relatives died during the war. He travelled to Canada with our boy here when the war was over, and has been living with him ever since. That’s about it.”
“Is he also a mutant?” Bennell asked.
“That we don’t know. If he is, he has managed to keep his powers well hidden. But he is irrelevant in this matter. Logan is our target.”
“What about Lehnsherr? Can he be a problem?”
“In case he does, we’ll eliminate him,” Stryker said casually.
Bennell sighed. “Of course. Are you planning on collecting this Logan soon?”
“Actually, maybe we needn’t do that. Logan has been a soldier in the past. He might even volunteer. After all, his life is going to get a whole new meaning after we’re done with him. He’d become even more unique than he already is. Now he’s just an animal. We’d make him…an animal with claws.”
“If you say so, General Stryker,” Doctor Vincent Bennell said and put the folder away. “You have my support, but I hope you know what you’re getting us into. This isn’t whatever.”
“Of course I do,” Stryker said, smiling smugly. “Logan is as good as ours.”
TBC
General William Stryker had finally found the mutant he had been looking for.
Logan. He would be perfect for the experiment – which would mean death for anyone else – because of his mutant powers. Stryker didn’t have much information about Logan’s past; only that he was born in Canada roughly 190 years ago, and that he had survived everything that would have killed any other man or mutant. Yes, he would be perfect.
All Logan’s blood relatives were of course dead now, and the man was living like a hermit somewhere deep in the forest, so he would certainly not be missed. At least not by anyone important.
Stryker was sure he would be the one. He went to consult Vincent Bennell, chief of the scientific experiments performed on mutants.
Over 300 people were working at the base located near Alkali Lake – officers, common soldiers, civilian scientists, and support staff. Most of them were working underground for weeks, or even months in a row.
But only Stryker and a few more had access to the most important sections. Video cameras followed their every movement, but no human eye ever interfered with the security. The system was operated by a computer, that stored holographic images of the crew, and compared those with the people moving around in the compound. That made it as good as impossible for an intruder to get inside the compound unnoticed.
No codes could open the doors to the restricted sections. Instead there was a glass plate in the wall next to the doors, where Stryker placed his right hand and waited for the computer to authorize him access. The computer scanned his palm and compared his fingerprints to the ones stored in its archives.
After five seconds the doors opened and the general could enter. He continued toward Vincent Bennell’s office to share the information with him.
Dr. Bennell was in his forties, tall and lean with dark hair, dark beard and pale skin, and he regarded the general with a critical look when he came to see him. Stryker had never really liked him, but he was willing to ignore that now. Doctor Bennell was the chief scientist after all, and his opinion was very important.
The two men nodded at each other, and exchanged a brief handshake. Stryker had never been good at small talk, so he decided to go directly to business.
“I believe we have found the subject we’ve been looking for,” he said proudly.
Dr. Bennell arched his brows. “Subject? A mutant?”
“Yes. Lives right here in Canada. His first name is Logan, and my team has followed him for quite some time, and we really do believe he is our guy. Here, have a look as these.”
Stryker handed his colleague a folder containing pictures and some general information about the mutant named Logan. Dr. Bennell opened the folder and skimmed through the pictures. There were photos of Logan taken recently, of him and his little hermit log house, and then there were old photos of Logan that could have been mistaken for recent, because he looked exactly the same on all of them.
“That one is taken in 1909,” Stryker said, nodding at the picture Bennell was holding in his hand. “He lived in a small town called Bailey Falls back then. But considering the way he looks, it could have been taken yesterday.”
The doctor frowned. “Yes, it’s interesting,” he agreed. “What about his powers, other that he doesn’t seem to age?”
“His generative capability is amazing. I have questioned some witnesses that claimed he can heal gunshots in a matter of minutes.”
“Do you think he would survive the procedure? We are not exactly talking about a gunshot wound here,” Bennell said seriously.
“I’m not entirely sure, but his chances are good. Way better than any other subject we’ve considered,” Stryker claimed. “Dr. Bennell, I’m also a scientist, and I want this to work as much as you do, but I’m telling you that I am sure this time. He is worth a try.”
“It will be an expensive “try” if the experiment fails,” Bennell pointed out dryly.
“Risks are part of science. Nothing can be done without risks.”
“True. But what else do we know about this mutant? Has he any relatives? Family? Anyone that would miss him?”
“No, he lives like a hermit in the forest,” Stryker said.
“Then who is this?” Bennell asked, showing Stryker a photph oph of a man outside Logan’s house. The man looked to be around 45, and he was tall and slender with large, blue eyes.
“According to my sources, that is a kid Logan saved from the concentration camps during World War 2,” Stryker explained. “He’s been living with him ever since. Everyone says they keep to themselves. Obviously Logan loves him very much.”
“What do we know about him?”
“His name is Erik Lehnsherr, he’s a Jew, and all his relatives died during the war. He travelled to Canada with our boy here when the war was over, and has been living with him ever since. That’s about it.”
“Is he also a mutant?” Bennell asked.
“That we don’t know. If he is, he has managed to keep his powers well hidden. But he is irrelevant in this matter. Logan is our target.”
“What about Lehnsherr? Can he be a problem?”
“In case he does, we’ll eliminate him,” Stryker said casually.
Bennell sighed. “Of course. Are you planning on collecting this Logan soon?”
“Actually, maybe we needn’t do that. Logan has been a soldier in the past. He might even volunteer. After all, his life is going to get a whole new meaning after we’re done with him. He’d become even more unique than he already is. Now he’s just an animal. We’d make him…an animal with claws.”
“If you say so, General Stryker,” Doctor Vincent Bennell said and put the folder away. “You have my support, but I hope you know what you’re getting us into. This isn’t whatever.”
“Of course I do,” Stryker said, smiling smugly. “Logan is as good as ours.”
TBC