CANON BATTLE POST
"Boss, you OK?
Brian slammed his phone onto the table with a crack. His vision, no, his entire brain flooded with flashing red indicators. Froggy was dead at the bottom of the friggin' ocean, along with Faye and The Ring. JOHNNY was here and that offered some comfort, but he lost contact with GIPS; she just wasn't anywhere! Faye, one of the few people he could truly call a colleague, was missing at the bottom of the Atlantic.
The Chief of Naval Operations had been on the other end of that call. And in that "top-level" call, Brian had apologized for the Namidian damage to the vessels before strong-arming the man into letting the GTF take control of the recovery operation. His rudimentary hack of the Chief's personal accounts had indicated that he and his wife were planning to leave for Cuba, where he could drug her and go out to the local brothels. Since he gleaned all this from emails, purchases, text messages, phone calls, and FaceTimeBook comments - it really was a simple sleight-of-hand to uncover all his debauchery.
The man agreed, voice trembling, that it was indeed an unfortunate accident and that he should send the Coast Guard to the Atlantic Coordinates and expect a GTF specialist team sometime soon. Brian wondered silently if he should get the man indicted, but decided against it for now. Idly, he wondered if the tremble in the Chief's voice was fear or anger...
He also wondered if Namidians liked to be fed their own liver's raw or cooked as he buried his head in his hands. He hadn't asked for this: it had been an unprecedented opportunity now probably gone, maybe forever. If they couldn't get to Faye, it was over. It hadn't been just Faye's vision, it was his as well, but now she was the only one who could save it - if she was even still alive.
It's too much..., came the pessimistic subconscious voice that only he was privy to.
"Father, it's ok, let me help you..." came Lucy's voice from seemingly no-where, startling Brian. She seemed to know his feelings in a way he had not anticipated; was this empathy the product of his physiological connection to the building, or was his creation's mind really growing so fast?
"Thank you Lucy, Johnny, I'm fine...you know," he replied mid-stride and then turned back to his desk and again struck the surface.
"On second thought, activate Code 11, lock Mr.Green's doors and knock him out via the his computer neural implant. Give it instructions to shut down his body, a coma is probably the best he deserves. Then we are going to extract every nuance of every neuron in his head. Copy it all onto our black box drives. Then we can sort out everything he knows. We're going to keep him on ice indefinitely, so we'll need to get a IV drip on him soon. Yes, activate Nurse Jackie for that."
Brian put his sunglasses back on and a thick layer of AR arose to greet him on the HUD.
"I never told anyone I was a hero, and they just burned down their only legitimate, functional and operable way of ever, ever seeing that Ring. I thought Dieter would jump at the chance to take it. Seems he's not as smart as he thought, eh JOHNNY? Lets get a hold of the Forward Team. We have to get to Faye."
"He got too hungry, they all did. Patching you through, Boss..."
"Gwen? Good to hear that things are okay at your end. Yes, I know, uhuh, yep. I've got a truck steering to your location now. The jig is up, they somehow figured it out. I want you to sit things out and get your ribs looked at and get up here safe. I'll send the rest of the crew to the Atlantic, tell them to check their armor-comms for details...What?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Yeah, I know you can read minds, Meta out," he cut the line with an irritated flick motion.
"Why does everyone keep asking me that?!"
Elsewhere within the living compound, Mr. Green was pacing his room and wondering how this would all work out for him. Dieter's goals for sending him here were beyond his ken. That man worked at levels ahead of everything. Sometimes, Mr. Green wondered if Dieter wasn't three steps ahead of his own walking. It was unnerving to watch; it was even more nerve-wracking to be a fly hovering near the spider's web.
"Huh? And just who is the spider in this scenario?"
Suddenly, an audible click was heard from the door. Green spun and his eyes opened in shock. He was a prisoner, a hostage, basically, but he had never been locked in.
"You should have known that a man as pessimistic as Dieter would never let a technology like that exist!" screamed Green.
It was hard to know if he was chastising himself or Meta at this point. He turned to look out the windows. His eyes narrowed, then snapped shut as his Gift flared to full force. He had seconds to act.
Luckily, he had not been idle the last few days; he had been using his gift to slowly analyze his own material makeup. The process had been sped up by being able to compare the current scan to the old scans as well as having little else to do, but he was only 90% complete at most.
"Teach me to procrastinate. Should have been done yesterday."
He mumbled even as he started the a process a bit earlier than he had intended. Inside his body, the vast network of artificial relays and systems that Meta had woven into him began to warp and change. Even as he activated the changes and focused on them, he felt other areas of the network begin to change in ways he had not predicted. He felt bio-electric currents racing through his body even as various areas of his internal network went inert.
He struggled, but soon fell to one knee as several pounds of titanium manifested in his body. His muscles screamed and his bones cracked, but he'd worry about them later. It was pain beyond imagining, but it was nothing compared to what either Meta or Dieter would do to him. He frantically targeted key points in order to shut down Meta's invasion, but adding titanium to those systems was of little benefit. His heart, brain, and lungs were holding on even though their outer layers were being transformed; they clung to life as if something was willing them to live on for just a second more!
Finally, Mr. Green collapsed to the floor, gasping like a fish. His right lung was paralyzed as well as 30% of his body. His heart still beat slowly and his brain was clean, but he was all but incapacitated. He fell to the floor and grunted out what should have been a scream of pain and frustration. He had, at most, a few minutes before he was done. He prepped a last use of his powers and mentally put his finger on the trigger that would turn his brain into pudding, literally.
Analyze pudd-pudding, you miscreant billionaire fuuuuc-k.
For an instant, Mr. Green felt an incredible calm envelop him. Then he felt nothing as the whole world just turned off and his eyes rolled back into his head. Mr. Green's mangled body began to breathe struggled, belabored breaths once more. At the very zenith of his defiance, Meta had conquered him.
Brian let out a bitter, hoarse scoff of a laugh.
"Neither of them's as smart as they thought, JOHNNY."
A relatively detailed ITSDA file on Mr. Green sat on the computer screen in front of him; he had scrolled down to the "Personality Profile" section. Meanwhile, an X-Ray map of Green's internal network took up most of his HUD's real estate. Red areas on and near his most physiologically critical points, including his brain and the base of his spinal column, denoted targets Mr. Green was most likely to hit. Blue spots, including one hidden in a lymph node behind his ear, indicated "safe zones." And it was from the lymph node zone that his nano-machine minions had struck, rapidly disabling Mr. Green's consciousness the moment his neural implant's signal was interrupted.
It was not pretty, being truly prepared for the worst. But Meta had found that, when dealing with Namidians, it was necessary.
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