"Alright test log 020, beginning with subject stem cell change. Okay little guy, can you change your shape for me" I said to the little centipede that was on the lab table. He was experiment 020, and was where I was hoping to go with this project.
020 was far more intelligent, and more emotionally stable then his previous brothers and sisters. 020, was capable of some communication which was just clicking for now. He was also able to understand human facial features, and emotions and response accordingly. If someone was sad, then he would do sad clicks to help. If someone was happy, then he would do happy clicks.
He wasn't as big as I wanted him to be, but that was okay. The next part was to test if he could change his form.
The little guy made some happy clicks, and tried twisting and turning. The stems cells in his body should be able to add new or remove appendages, and change his color. I wanted him to be able to do more, but small steps for now.
The little guy was able to make two new structures on his legs, that functioned like hands. So, he was able to pick things up and show them off. The little guy was very happy and excited about being able to do that.
"Good job little guy. You did so well. I am proud of you."
'purring sound'
"Aww. Did you change to make yourself sound like a cat?"
'purr'
"You are too-"
"Ahem. "
I knew that cough anywhere. It was the sound of my 'supervisor' for this little project of mine. He was a senior researcher, who I guess wanted to be able to put something on his record or whatever. The guy was annoying, and was trying to either micromanage, or some other stupid shit. The guy almost…almost tried to take credit for MY stem cell research. The research on the artificial creation of actual stem cells that could respond and function however the host wanted it to. It was similar to the worms I had, but instead the cells could only do what the current host body was capable of. It needed biomass to create limbs, and whatever else. But, it was still an incredible discover I had been able to create.
"Ugh. What is it Tony."
"SC…Sorry Max. You need to properly document this, and send a writte-"
"I know. I know, and send a written stupid report on what I did, and all that stupid crap. You guys are ssoooo behind on magic that I don't even know what to say about it. Whatever, I will give a full written report when this is done. Now, please go away."
"I cant do that. I am here to supervise and monitor you."
"Great work by the way."
"Your sarcasm isn't appreciated."
"Really? Who knew"
"Just do the fucking written report. Please? This-"
The door to the lab open up, and out came Selene. She looked a little worried, and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw me.
"Max. I need you to come with me."
"Can it wait 020 ju-"
"Now."
"Holy crap. Okay. I am going geez. Let me-"
"Now. Senior researcher Perez can take care of 020. You are ordered to come with me to the Director office. Now."
"Fuck me. Alright."
We walked out of my little research lab, and practically ran down the halls. Selene looked really upset. I hope I didn't fuck up or something. I don't think I did any too bad in the last three weeks. I did hear that Wendy was able to 'hire' a few D-class to help in her project. I didn't know what the project was, and didn't care. As long as it was cool. I would hire her. She had already shown good leadership skills, and management abilities.
I guess when she saw that her sister was transfer to 'New Hope' orphanage, a fire was lit under her ass. Which I couldn't be happier for. But, I don't think the upper Foundation staff was bothered with that. And, I put in a formal request in for my project so that wasn't it.
"Hmm..did I miss up somewhere or?"
"No, Sorry Max, but we cant discuss this in the halls. The director will brief us."
"But yo-"
"I know what I said, now come on we are already late."
We didn't go to the Director`s office. No we went to a lower level briefing room. Outside the door were MTF guards, and only let us pass after we verified our IDs twice.
The room was a standard conference room. With a long table and chairs. The Site Director was at the end of the table. There were some of the MTF team leads, and some senior researchers sitting at the table too. On the end of the wall was a project screen that showed an O-5 member, and some other people.
"Sorry I am la-"
"That is fine. Thank you for coming Mr. Carter."
Mr.Carter? The Site Director NEVER calls me that. So, this must be pretty important then.
"Yes. Well you caught me at a bad time. I was just working on my-"
"Mr. Carter, can you tell us your knowledge on demonology? Oh, and can you get him the papers please. Mr. Underwood"
"Yes. Sir."
A country looking dude, came to me and hand me some papers. The meeting room went quiet as I looked through it. The reports were on strange events happening in Las Vegas, with reports showing an in increase Tartarean Resonance Energy, [A/N: Basically SCP term for official demonic energy] and of people engaging in more sinful activity. The reports were basically showing a demon invasion or at least, enough demons in one small place to start making shit go crazy. A demon didn't really need to do anything, and a single one wouldn't do much damage. However, a lot of them in one place. That was bad, our reality-
"Mr. Carter you thoughts."
"Yes. Well, these reports are concerning. The TRE levels are high, and appear to be seem to be steadily increasing. If this keeps up then well…it would lead to either a reality shift or worse. But, why am I here?"
"Yes, we are aware of the dangers of said event, Hume levels are falling fast. The US government is wanting us to investigate what is happening inside Las Vegas. Before you ask, we have already tried sending a covert team in. However, we haven`t heard anything back from them. The last known imagine of the team was of them…engaging in certain behaviors with no intent of coming back. We want you to go in and see what is going on."
"That is interesting and all…but seriously why me?"
"Because for a lack of better terminology, you are the closet…personnel we have on hand that could pass for a 'demon'. We want you to go in and find out what you can. Why demons are here, what do they want, how do we get them out, and what course of action do we need to take. This needs to be done as soon as possible. The US government is already putting a lot of pressure on the Foundation to get this situation cleaned up"
"I see…that makes sense. I do have some knowledge in demonology and have a translation spell. So, speaking demon wont be a problem. However, the problem is I have SOME knowledge in demonology. I don't have a lot of knowledge on it. I am more in the study of life, nature, necromancy and-"
"We know your specialties Mr. Carter. I can assure you that shouldn't be a problem. The only thing we need you to do is found out what is going on. You will be leaving in 30 minutes, when you get to the location. Dr.House, and his team will brief you."
I left the room not sure if I should be proud that an O-5 was ready to use me or…upset that this bastard just toss me a mission with no prior notice. I was literally about to be deployed to Las Vegas, with less than an hour notice…What the fuck..
Lucky for me, it didn't take long to get my equipment on. Those researchers tried to study it, to somehow replicate my magic technology but had failed. There were some scientist who were a lot more stubborn then others. These guys were determined to remake my stuff, but I could only wish them good luck.
For one thing they didn't have demonic wolf fur, nor did they have the proper thaumatology knowledge to be begin to do anything. They were out here trying to figure out checkers, and I was already playing chess.
I thought briefly of taking 020 with me, but decided against it. He was still in development, and to be honest the level of demonic energy would negatively affect his development. He might development more demonic traits, and I was trying to make a friendly pet. Not a demon pet.
By the time I had gotten my stuff, and got to the hangar the plane was getting ready for take off. There were a few other MTF, and researchers who were being sent with me to Las Vegas. Apparently the Foundation was being very serious about this operation. It would make sense considering that the US was breathing down their necks, threatening to use the GOC.
Boarding the plane was an easy process, there wasn't much security. So, personnel were able to just get on. The inside of the plane was that of a normal civilian passenger plane. With the rows of seats, lunge storage above the seats. It was a lot better then the first plane that brought me here.
The seats started to fill up, and I noticed something. No one wanted to seat next to me. I mean it was cool that I had a lot of room, but it got me curious. I didn't have a bad reputation with Foundation staff, besides what happened that one time. I was normal friendly to personnel, had my own research lab and everything else. Oh, whatever.
The seatbelt sign was on, all the passengers were seat, and all the lunge was stored away. The plane was about to take off, when a man came running in. He was a white lanky dude, whom had messy hair, messy facial hair, and glasses. His facial hair wasn't enough to call it a beard, but was something just below that. He also had sideburns, that didn't help with anything. It was like he was trying to look cool or impressive and just failed at it all. He was probably in his late twenties, which was young for a Foundation researcher.
It was obvious from his panic state, and the his body odor that he wasn't informed on this with time to proper properly. I felt kind of sorry for him, but at the same time his smell was confusing me.
I enjoyed smelling fear, it had this fragrance to it that was unmatched. However, this guys body odor was horrible, and had that highschool boy not knowing what soap is kind of smell. It ruined the whole thing for me.
The young dude quickly put his stuff away. He went down the aisle looking for a spot. As I watched him finish putting his stuff away. I turned my head back towards the window looking outside. My only hope was that this dude DOESN'T seat by me. My hopes were scatter, when the body odor smell got worse, and there was that sensation of movement by my seat.
"H-hey..do you mind if I seat here?"
"knock yourself out"
"Oh thank god. If you said no I don't know what I would have done. All the other seats are taken. I wasn't given much notice on this trip. They said that they needed more researchers in the bio. Field. Something about being able to study more…hmm…different species."
"You can say demon you know. It isn't offensive or anything."
"Oh well I-"
"Attention passengers we are taking off this shit place and going into another shit place. So keep your shit together, and enjoy this shit ride. Please note that I literally hate all of you, and this job. I haven`t had a break and have been flying for….almost 12 hours straight now. So, fuck you. And, again enjoy the flight."
I couldn't help by smile and said loudly.
"I like our pilot."
"A little rude, but if he can get us there. Then it is fine I guess. Oh by the way my name is Bejamin. Benjamin Kondraki."