[A/N: Sorry about no chapters. I had mutliple papers to write for 3 of my classes. But I am on break, so I will be able to make chapters a lot more this week.]
The flight wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Dr. Kondraki was an interesting person. He had a degree in both electrical science and biological study. Specifically, entomology he was fascinated in my research on the immortal centipede pet, and the ants. As I talked to him, I didn't realize but not many people knew the research I did.
In fact, from what Kondraki was telling me it seemed like a joke. Apparently the Foundation researchers and scientists thought that my idea was…childish, and that I was 'making stuff up'. I was pissed, a fucking joke is what they were calling me behind my back. Those fuckers didn't or couldn't understand the biological miracle that I was literally creating.
The more I talked to Kondraki the angrier I got. Not only was what I did considered a joke, but not many people even knew what I was doing. The only thing they knew was that I was 'playing' scientist, and that to keep me calm the Foundation was doing pretend with me.
"PRETEND! Does creating new life look like pretend to you! Does creating a species of sentient, emotionally stable creatures seem like pretend to you. Does research in creating artificial stem cells seem like a joke to you. Fuck all of you. I swear to that fucking fake motherfucker calling himself God, that when I get back I am going to kick that researcher out the god damn door. I have money, I will fund myself and make it a personnel project. Fuck the Foundation rules, screw those motherfuckers. I am going solo."
"W-wait..its not that bad. I mean, you could-"
"NO! Fuck that. They think what I do is 'childish' 'silly' …well lets see them talk shit when I finish my projects. Centipede pets, construction ants, and whatever else I come up with."
"I think maybe you should calm down. It isn't that bad"
"oh man, you have no idea how heated you got me. I am definitely NOT going to submit any report on my progress. Let those motherfuckers think what I am doing is 'magic'."
"ATTENTION guest…or whatever. We are landing. Don't be an idiot. Leave the plane as fast as possible. I want to sleep."
The plane landed, and we boarded off the plane. I was still fuming mad about what Kondraki had told me. I can only imagine my 'supervisor' trying to claim credit for my whole discovery and trying to pass it off as his own. I couldn't kill him because he worked for the Foundation, but he wouldn't be working there for long.
We left the private airport, got into a nice-looking SUVs that were waiting for us. The outside weather and temperature wasn't too bad. There was a small breeze that would come through every now and again. The trip there was silent, I wasn't put in the same vehicle as Kondraki. No, I was in the vehicle with the MTF and other special forces members. The only good thing about it was the fact that this SUV had A/C and didn't smell like shit. The whole car ride there I read through 'Biological Magical principle volume 10.' 020 had the overall right path I wanted my project to go. Now, I just needed to find a way to make him better without breaking his body. Centipedes and insect in general were not made to grow past a certain size.
I need to be able to figure out how to fix my project's respiratory system problem. How will they get enough oxygen to function? The limitation of their exoskeleton, and other crap. I can't just 'magic' the solution. Because if I did it would be a one-time fix, no I needed these problems to be fixed completely. Another thing I needed to factor in was energy itself. The centipede would need extra energy to both fix itself, change itself and function normally. So, how do I make something with all that and bigger than what is naturally occurring?
It was a problem that I LOVED to figure out. If I could solve that problem, then the ants would be easy. If I made the ants what other things could I create. Maybe I could make moss that replaces the organs of a human body. Like if someone gets shot, then all they need to do is put moss on it. Oh, that would be a good idea. I could sell that to so many people.
A moss that-
"We`ve arrived."
I got out of the SUV, and observed my surrounding. We were on what looked like a military base. There were some military transport vehicles, buildings that looked the same. There were also military personnel who were running around doing drills or whatever. I was going to follow the MTF members to where they were going but was stopped by a dude that looked to be the overseer of this whole thing.
"Wrong way kid. You are coming with me; we have a meeting to get to. Best not to keep them folks waitin ya?"
"Ugh..fine lead the way"
We went underground, because of course the Foundation has underground shit. I can't wait to get my ants up and running. I wonder how much money the Foundation, and whomever will throw at me for it.
We got to a meeting room, which looked almost identical to the one that was at Site-17. The only difference was there was a stupid poster on the wall. That was it, the chairs, tables and everything else was the same. It honestly threw me in a loop.
"This him?" said an older looking man said.
"Who are you talking to? I was only informed about this whole shit less than a few hours ago. So you tell me."
"A brat perfect. O-5 sends a fucking brat to help in this-"
"Calm down Thompson. O-5 knows what they are doing. SCP-"
"The name is Max, for fucking christ."
"Max, I don't know if you read the report but the number of demons in the surrounding area is of extreme consider for us. We need you to go in and investigate. Find out what the fuck is going on in Las Vegas"
"Correct. We need you to find out where the demons are coming from, What are they doing here. Is this a reality bender causing this or is there more at play here."
"Got it. How long do I have."
"You have 24 hours to de-"
"And Halt! You expect me. To get this kind of information to you in 24 hours? What do I look like to you a miracle worker. I have shit I need to do. I still have multiple businesses to run, that the Foundation WONT let me run. I have research I want to do; I need to clear out that Free port. I get dragged into this place with less than a 30-minute TOTAL notice. Now, that I am here you fuckers want me to bust my ass to find out all this shit in less than 24 hours. Make it make sense. Please."
These people were out of their minds. I was already a little pissed about my business crap. I was even more heated with the whole 'pretend' research bullshit that Kondraki told me about, and don't even get me started on the crap I needed to do in 'otherworld'. I only noticed it when Wendy was with me, but I needed to clean that place up. Fix the buildings, improve the gates and overall infrastructure. Which means I needed the ants to do that, and I couldn't make the ants until I got the problem solved. I also needed to actually make the damn things. Which couldn't be done while I was here, in this place doing a shit mission.
"We don't have time, we need you to figure this out as soon as possible."
"If it was sooo bad, then why I fuck am I here? This seemed like a shit rushed idea."
That comment got the people to look at each other sheepishly. No…fucking…way.
"This was a rush fucking job wasn't it." I asked
"Well…we needed someone to go in to investigate, however when we noticed that most of the anomalies we were dealing with were demons, we decided to send in our own to determine what was going on."
"So..let me get this straight. I was pulled in here because you guys figured that there were demons, and thought 'hey we have one of those' and got my ass pulled in for it."
"When you put it that way-"
"It is fine. The faster this is done, the faster I can go back to doing what needs to be done. I expect to get paid for this, and I need a credit card."
"You will be receiving appropriate pay for your job, Yes that is correct."
"What do you need a credit card for?"
I looked at the man and smiled.
"Because my friend I am in Vegas, and I will be dealing with demons. Demons work by money, and I won't get shit done if I don't have money."
"We can allow that, but the limit will be for 13k."
"Good enough. Can you guys get me transport to where I need to go. Just drop off I will figure the rest of the shit out myself."
I left the meeting room, after it was determined that my ride would be transporting me to Paradise as soon as possible. So, I had to wait for about five minutes in a parking lot. My driver was a Hispanic dude, that looked to be in his late 30s. He didn't say anything besides.
"Get in."
The drive was only a few minutes. He dropped me off by the casino areas, and only did so because I told him to. The area, I could literally FEEL it. I could feel, if not taste the demonic energy in the air. This was bad. Not only that but demons were walking around like nothing was wrong, and the humans were either too fucked up or just half-way brain dead to really understand what was going on.
I walked through the streets, taking notice of all the things going on. How many demons, where the were coming from, and what type they were. Most were humanoid demons, with pale skin and horns on their heads. It was a good thing too, these guys were straightforward to talk to and were all business like.
My appearance didn't cause anyone to be shocked about it. In fact some of the demons tried hitting on me. Which, I would have flirted back if not for the fact that I just wasn't sexually active. The idea of the opposite sex, or sex in general just wasn't something for me right now.
After some time of walking around, trying to push away drug dealers and prostitutes I finally made it to a bar. It was a low-end bar, nothing too special about it. I only went there because I saw a lot of demons go in and out of it.
When I went it, most..in fact all of the patrons were demons. Different skin color, and horns on their head. Some horns were largest then others, some were more goat like, and whatever else.
I was given some looks, but nothing too crazy. When I got to the bar stool, the bartender looked at me with a 'Are you fucking serious look' he sighed and said.
"Look kid, I don't know who or where your parents are but I don't want to deal with that shit. So, go back to the circle you came from and go back to mommy or daddy or whoever."
"Look man, One I aint a kid. I look like a kid yes, but that is because of my species. Second I have money and want a long island and a screwdriver. Its been a fucking day."
"Right? Anyway, Never seen your type before. What are you a new type of incubus or something. Whatever doesn't matter you paying that is all I care about."
As the bartender mixed my drinks I started to ask him questions.
"So, like what is this anyway? Aren't we supposed to have be like summoned or whatever. How come there are so many of us? And the humans outside looked more fucked up than anything else. Half-brain dead."
"Figured you be new here. Well, paradise is our home turf. Greed demons bought the land from the humans a few decades back. Now we own it, the humans outside are just being shit humans, nothing new there. Sinful fucks, they call us bad but don't take two seconds to look in a fucking mirror. Don't go getting any ideas, this whole place is owned by Pluto."
"The god Pluto?"
"Yup"
"Fuck, I thought that guy was deep in the underworld. Doing whatever he does."
"Nope, he is here. Oh here are the drinks. Its 50 bucks how you payin?"
"Credit. You need anything for the info. You gave me? I don't like having debt."
"100 for the info. 50 for the drinks. That shit is public knowledge."
I finished the drinks, mingled with some demons. Got to learn more about the 9 circles of hell, and that apparently it wasn't that bad of a place. Besides the sulfur smell, and the fire and whatnot. I had 24 hours, time to fuck shit up and make money.