"Stop them now! Do whatever it takes!"
Anthony, CEO of Zenith Biotech, screamed into his holophone, his voice cracking with panic. He was pacing across the penthouse office floor, sweat pouring down his round face. "Those two bastards downstairs—if they leak our research data, we're done. Do you understand?! I'll make sure you're ruined!"
His eyes flicked to the security feed. The panic on the research floor below was contagious. Scientists, once calm and composed, now looked like rats trapped in a burning tunnel. Their daily overtime shift had transformed into a literal life-or-death crisis.
Anthony's finger jabbed another contact button. "NCPD emergency line—get me Night City Central!" he shouted. "This is Anthony Ward, CEO of Zenith Biotech. My facility is under attack. We need armed support. Now! Immediate deployment!"
He didn't even wait for a confirmation. The feed took priority.
Rebecca and Sasha had just reached the eighth floor, tearing through patrol bots and automated sentries like they were made of cardboard. Their [Source Project] armors shimmered under the cold blue lights, crushing Zenith's security systems with overwhelming force.
Standard-issue mechs couldn't even track their movements, let alone slow them down. The girls were like specters—smiling, dancing through fire, and reducing security drones to scrap metal.
In the lab above, pure chaos erupted.
"Who the hell are those maniacs?!"
"They've got to be mercs—mil-spec enhancements, no doubt!"
"If they make it up here, we're screwed!"
Their panic boiled over until one scientist hissed, "We have to release the test subjects."
"...You mean the serum mutants?"
Another nodded. "Yeah. Time to unleash our monsters."
It was the only option left.
The containment chambers hissed open one by one, releasing waves of mist. Each pod revealed a human body in stasis—restrained, arms folded across the chest, eyes shut.
Each of these subjects had been pre-injected with custom-tailored serums, matched to their physiology via thousands of data points. Different colors. Different risks. Different powers.
Light green serums were the mildest—stable enhancements with high compatibility and low odds of mutation. Ideal for initial deployment.
"Wake them up. Now," one researcher barked.
The room buzzed with urgency as techs activated the pods. The serum coursed through the veins of the sleeping test subjects. Within seconds, their eyes shot open.
They didn't scream. They didn't flail.
They stood up. Fully aware. Controlled. Dangerous.
"Send them down."
The dozen light-green enhanced humans sprinted from the chamber like wolves let off the leash.
Downstairs, Rebecca reloaded her oversized shark-mouth machine gun, twirling it with a grin.
"Ohoho~! Look, new toys!"
The mutants hit like freight trains. Their strength, speed, and reaction time were dozens of times beyond baseline human levels. Bullets barely phased them. They dodged gunfire and closed the distance in seconds.
Rebecca and Sasha were finally challenged.
One mutant slammed into Sasha with a shoulder charge that would've crushed a car door. She spun away mid-air and retaliated with her hex-blades, carving a red arc across his chest.
Rebecca, meanwhile, opened up with suppressing fire—and that's when her armor responded.
Every time she downed an enemy, her movement speed surged. Her reflexes sharpened. Her eyes gleamed.
[Source Project: Madness] armor—Passive Trigger: [Guilty Pleasure].
With each kill, her combat feedback loop spiked higher.
"You see this, Sasha?! They're trying to wear us out!"
"Then let's break their toys first!"
Sasha's armor glinted purple. [Source Project: Ambition]—Passive: [Greed].
Each enemy killed generated new hex-blades from her armor's shoulder ports—an endless arsenal of edge.
She didn't stop moving. Her footwork was elegant—darting in, eliminating, and vanishing like a ghost.
From above, Anthony watched, his jaw slack.
"Why the hell are they LAUGHING?!"
Rebecca giggled mid-slaughter. "This biotech corp is way more fun than I expected!"
The dozen mutants lasted two minutes.
When the last one fell—Sasha plunging her blade through its spine—both girls stood unscathed. Breathing steady. Smiling.
The lab above fell silent.
The researchers looked at one another, horror dawning in their eyes.
"Those were our most stable subjects... and they were slaughtered."
Anthony slammed his fist on the table. "Get the dark green batch ready! We don't have a choice anymore."
"But sir, those—"
"Do it! Now!"
They knew the risks. Dark green serums were significantly more volatile.
They enhanced strength, speed, and aggression exponentially... but had a high chance of mental degradation.
There were only eight viable test subjects left.
Each one had been carefully selected through deep genetic screening. Their compatibility was optimal. But even then, the line between control and chaos was razor-thin.
The pods opened.
This time, the transformations were immediate and grotesque.
Muscles bulged. Limbs twisted. Skin hardened like armor. Some grew claws. Some thinned out, bone-like blades sprouting from their forearms.
And worst of all?
They weren't screaming. They were growling.
Primal, guttural sounds echoed through the chamber.
"They can't speak anymore," a tech whispered.
"But they're still thinking. Look at their eyes..."
The serum didn't erase humanity. It just buried it under layers of aggression and instinct.
Then came the fear.
One mutant looked directly at a researcher. His eyes narrowed.
"W-wait! We're on your side!" the scientist stammered. "The CEO said... eliminate the intruders and you'll be free!"
A pause.
Then, like wolves catching scent, the mutants roared in unison and stormed downward.
The scientists collapsed in relief.
"Thank f***... I thought we were gonna die."
"Let's hope they can stop those girls. We can't afford another loss."
They turned back to the monitors.
Rebecca and Sasha were now climbing toward the ninth floor, chatting like they were out for a stroll.
"I heard heavy footsteps," Rebecca said with a smirk. "We've got more guests."
"Bigger ones," Sasha replied, spinning her blades. "I'm ready."
The true battle hadn't even started yet.
Down the hall, a tremor shook the facility.
Then another.
Then the growling started.
Eight dark-green serum mutants burst into view, some charging on all fours, others bounding across walls like insects.
Their movements weren't just fast—they were erratic, unpredictable, animalistic.
And they were headed straight for them.
Rebecca's eyes widened with excitement.
"Bingo. Round two."
Sasha raised her blades and whispered, "Let's see how far we can push our suits."
The hallway exploded into violence.
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