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Dark Force Destructor-chapter 13
By Dac
Chapter 13
Three new allies, three new friends. The alliance now has 203 members, and everyone has their own skills: weaponry, flight, powers and the works. However, new and more complicated matters are at hand as we will now see. Here we pay another visit to the cruel Marjinners, and to their geneticist, Agent Matrix. He has just proved his hand at breaking the seals on the cocoons, but now he is going the next step. He unlocked the door and is now turning the handle!
21 November 2001
Madblast Tower
7.48.32 p.m.
Agent Matrix sat hunched over the control panel, eating something brown and drinking something yellow. The absent-minded geneticist was carefully laying out his plans for a new creature when…
“Hey, AM!”
The test tube fell to the floor and crashed, sending bubbly khaki yellow liquid seething over the floor. The enraged man whipped out a shotgun and spun and aimed.
“YOU INSOLEeenntt…” he began yelling, but his voice faltered at the site of the intruder. It was none other than Major Sharkey.
“Idiot.”
The creature creator hastily tossed his shotgun among the cocoons, where it disappeared.
“Er…good day, major.”
“What was that for?”
“I was working on a Gasgab. It…”
“Spare me the lecture and do your job. The Destructor sent this down.” The major handed the geneticist an envelope.
“Get ready to release one creature, it can be sent to raid Yahoo. Make sure it is powerful and it can do the job well. If not, we shall behead you and feed your body to the creature. Your head shall be left on a pike.
Signed, the Dark Force Destructor.”
Matrix looked up.
“And exactly which creature does he want me to send?”
“Any will do. By the way, have you seen Dac today?”
“Dac? No, I assumed he was on the bridge with you. You’re the first person that’s come here in a few days. Why?”
“He’s reported sick again. We’re not sure why he’s always doing it. Beno-yo thought you were poisoning him to take his rank.”
“Ha! Stupid corporal. I’m going back to work. I’ll choose the creature later. Get my shotgun, will you?”
The major, who was trying not to laugh at what Matrix was eating, went to pick up the shotgun. He found it nestled against one cocoon, which, unlike the slightly purple others, was glowing blue for some reason. He bent to pick up the shotgun…when suddenly something else came down. An enormous brown foot, claws as long as his hands, stepped on the shotgun. He heard the sound of crunching metal and lead as he looked up. An enormous face glared back. Slowly, he backed up as the creature climbed from the cocoon. It appeared to be a huge reptile. Its body was that of a Velociraptor, but on the back, two scaly wings, a deep bottle green, extended and curled constantly. And its head…no dinosaur alive had a head like the creature the major saw before him. It had a jet-black head of a snake, cruel, penetrating eyes that looked within his very heartless soul, and a foul black forked tongue, which flicked in and out of the huge mouth. That mouth opened and he saw row after row of black and yellow gnarled teeth, which seemed to secrete dark green goo, which was obviously poison. The major backed out of the cocoons slowly, the monster following him with an almost graceful movement. Matrix didn’t even look up as the petrified major backed towards his desk.
“Well? Where’s my bloody gun?”
“Uh…Agent?”
The geneticist looked up…and toppled backwards off his chair in shock. The monster stood not three feet away, hissing and spitting. Both men went paler than Esplinter had been before his death, when the agent had a sudden idea. He moved forward boldly, to the astonishment of his superior officer, and held out his hand, palm upwards, and spoke in a curious voice and language, almost like the growling of a crocodile…and the monster cocked its head to listen. That alone nearly gave Sharkey a heart attack. A monster had pursued him with the obvious intention of breakfast, and found another snack, who was now talking to it in an absurd manner…and yet it listened. Then the monster replied, growling and giving the odd snarl at times, and stood up straight. Sharkey decided to ask a tentative question:
“What’s going on?”
The geneticist turned to him, grinning.
“Isn’t it obvious? We just found the monster to send!”
3/28/2003 7:57:36 PM
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