Blood Sisters

Agents Christopher “David” Flemming and Tyrone “Goliath” Bradley walked alongside two other people: A tall, older portly man, dressed in a dark Italian suit. He walked with a hand-carved mahogany cane and smelled of pipe tobacco. Walking just behind the three men was a thin woman of mixed Asian and Caucasian blood. She wore an oriental style embroidered dress of black and red, with gold flowers and dragon accents. She had short black hair and wore stiletto heels that looked as much like weapons as footwear.

The huge building they were in was mostly dark, though as the four walked through motion sensors activated the light in their area. Along one side of them was a wall of various crates. Along the the other were seven foot tall round canisters, each with a letter and a three number designation

Agent Flemming was speaking “This building is just a temporary facility while we move the operation to other locations”. The fat man replied “We are going with the plan of separating all the different Synthoid lines then, in case there are further difficulties?” “Yes sir” said Flemming crisply “I think the fake Project Bloodsister name we came up with will keep them chasing their tails. So far as they know Bloodsister was the entirety of the operation, and that they have put a stop to it”. Flemming flicked a piece of lint from his cuff, then said “I remain confident that the full extent of the project remains a secret”.

The woman spoke “I told you we were moving to fast, we are exposed now. We were better off when we were using the Splicer plan. Now they are looking at us, instead of the streets”. The fat man coughed “So you've said Lilly. He was blowing to many heads off, it was getting too bloody. We are better off having him locked in that Virginia lab where we can keep an eye on him”. Lilly protested “We could have just replaced him on the street while...” “Yes, yes I know. Well we didn't. But look around you” The fat man gestured. “What we learned from his experiments has allowed all this. Hundreds of synthoids, not perfect I grant you, but...” Lilly scowled at the fat man “If you ask me, all the synthoid's so far have been a failure. The transformed humans were much more successful. Many are still active now. So far the only synthoid that has had any success at all, was the one that got away”.

Agent Flemming stopped as they came to a smaller cylinder, slightly different then the others.

“Yes, but we got it back”. He pressed a button and the canister opened, showing a blond haired young girl in a plain silver jumpsuit. On it's chest was the designation B1-8-7, AKA “Cricket”. Flemming said “It is unfortunate that I was unable to upload its memory matrix, it may have made replicating this asset much easier”. He looked askance at Tigerlilly “we have one of your transformed humans to thank for that, North Star destroyed the laser interface”. Lilly just stared knives at the agent. The fat man spoke between them, changing the subject diplomatically. “Your sure no one saw you switch her body with one of the other 'B' series?” he asked. Agent Flemming shook his head “I got them all out. The only other person in the room was Marshal Desnoyers, and he was trapped in his ruined armor unit”.

The fat man nodded his head, all chins. “Alright, but still, keep an eye on him, will you?”.”Yes sir”. The fat man reached over and pressed the button again to close the cylinder. “We have to find out what is different about this girl. How she functioned so superior to all the others”. Flemming raised an eyebrow “Girl, sir?”. The fat man grimaced “Eh, habit. Just seems weird to call her it don't you think?”. The four moved on, leaving the cylinder in the dark as the lights clicked off behind them. There, all alone, Cricket dreamed.

*** Stay tuned, fearless reader! Our next thrilling adventure is coming soon in book two, where we will meet the deadly Heart of Darkness! ***