She Moves the World

-Andy-


Vi had been gone for about a week when we arrived at our next town. The concert was cancelled, but we didn’t care. CC was worried sick, and Ash felt at fault for not watching her at every fucking moment.
I was just pissed that someone I considered my best friend was scooped up like fucking ice cream, and we were sitting his twiddling our thumbs.
“You know,” I began, “This is the town that doctor is supposed to be living in now.”
CC looked at me with confusion as did the rest of the guys.
“Yea, the one who did her implants.”
“How come you didn’t fucking say anything about that early?” Jinxx shout at me, disgusted in my secrecy.
“We were on our way here,” I stated, standing up to get off the bus, “And if I have watched enough ‘end of the world’ type shows, he is hiding in one of these farm houses with an alias.”
CC and Ashley hurried off the bus behind me, as Jinxx and Jake opted to stay behind to watch the Bus. Jake had an incident earlier that scarred him at the diner we were at a couple days back, anyway. BHR grunts came in, looking for Resistance members and, low and behold, there five of us sat eating cake. One of the men threatened Jake with a gun, and reflexes took care of the rest.
In other words, the diner was cleared out due to bloodshed; and not Jake’s. He grabbed the long cake knife sitting on the counter quietly as the man turned on me, and sure enough his Jugular was sliced in two, spraying blood all over Jake’s shirt.
“This is for Violet!” he screamed as his sliced into the other man’s neck, severing his head.
Needless to say, Jake needed a well deserved break from the world of violence. I, on the other hand, thrived in it. Being bullied as a kid and bottling it up until you’re an adult and famous to boot can do that to someone.
“So, which of these farm houses do you think he is in,” Ashley asked, checking his phone for messages from Sammi or Ronnie.
CC stopped in his tracks.
“Whats up man?” I asked.
“Vi just texted me,” he said, a glimpse of joy on his face for a mere five seconds, “It is a bunch of coordinates. I’m thinking it is to the place they are holding her at.”
I let him text her for a minute, relieved to see the wild and crazy drummer have that look in his eye again.
“Well?” Ash pried.
“Someone started coming,” he said, putting his phone back in his pocket. “She is alright though, which makes me feel better.”
“Me, too,” Ash agreed, pouting like a child. “I feel like this shit is my fault,”
“Dude, you didn’t know,” I said, patting him on the back, “No one is at fault but those fucks where ever she is at.”
Just then I caught a glance of a man sneaking from his barn to his house. Walking closer, it looked like the man she knew as her surgeon.
“Um, Dr. Patterson?” I asked, getting a scared look from the man.
“No, no; we are friends of Vi,” I started, pointing to my Resistance logo on my shirt, “This is her boyfriend, Christian, and our friend, Ashley. I am Andrew, sir.”
The man began to relax, and motioned for us to come in the house.
“You don’t know how relieved I am to here she is okay,” he started, “I got the call from Samantha Doll saying she had been taken and feared the worst.”
“Wait. You know Sammi?” I was confused.
“Yes, yes,” he stammered, “She hired me to make various prototypes for the non-biotics to use, but only if they chose to.”
“Oh neat,” Ashley exclaimed, “We are trying to save her, so those might come in handy, sorta, kinda, maybe.”
He chuckled, and opened his basement door. Telling us to follow him, we stepped down into was seemed to be an empty room. I watched as he walked over to a number pad and entered a code. The wall opened up to a separate room, and we followed him in.
“What in the wild fuck is this?” I thought out loud, looking around as a massive underground implant factory.
“This,” he announced, “Is how we get back at the BHR.”
“What kind of implants do you have here?” I asked, leaning against the railing between us and a giant, silently running machine.
“Well, my boy, we make all kinds. Of course, we have your biotic implants so we can keep up with the biotics in both the Haven and the Resistance. But we have the prototypes I spoke of.” He walked down the steps with us in tow, and went directly over to the testing zone.
“This is Zone 1: we call it project Shadow,” he point to the individual cloaking themselves, and taking themselves out of it for a few minutes at a time, “So far we have been able to create a model in which you can be cloaked for up to 30 minutes while standing, and indefinite amounts of time if crouched. This one is popular with people who are either always on the move, or covert operations like saving the President.”
“Huh?” I said, coming back to the real world, “Why would you save him?”
“Oh, you didn’t know?” he said, and chuckled, “He is a biotic, himself.”
“Damn,” CC said, approving of the news he heard, “So, he isn’t behind this then?”
“Nope, but any way,” the doctor moved down the line to the second testing zone.
“Here at Testing Zone 2, we have was we call Eagle Eye Vision. We insert micro implants into your pupils which allow you to use your eyes as scopes. Perfect for riflemen who don’t have any, or for individuals who always need to know who is following them, if someone is.”
I smiled; I might need this one.
Moving on down the line, he stopped at Zone three.
“Here at Zone 3, we chose something out of the ordinary. This implant allows you to be in two places at once, you being the real you and the other being the decoy. We paired this up with grenade knowledge, and extensive amount of it. Whoever has this implant is going to be ready for any situation that you may be in a tight spot for.”
I saw CC smile; I knew what he was thinking.
“Zone 4 is an area in which we test various other eye-focused implants. The gentleman to you right is testing out the Samari – an implant used specifically to perfect sword wielding abilities. This woman can see fingerprints on key pads, foot prints on floors, and the mere essence of individuals who have been there recently. And finally, this one is impressive: you can actually detective warm blooded individuals along with their species, and their DNA. How we got that lucky, we don’t know, but we are replicating them like crazy.”
I was impressed; actually, that would be an understatement. I was more than impressed.
Reaching his research room, we all sat at an oval table we assumed was for meetings of the mind. He sat at the head of it, and us around it.
“Anything else you gentlemen want to know?”
“We want to help you in your cause,” I started, crossing my legs, “But we will need some of those prototypes.”
“Well,” he began, “If you make sure Violet returns safely and remove that BHR outpost while you are at it, not only will I allow the installment of some of my implants and prototypes, but they will be free of charge.”
“Deal,” CC said, jumping up out of his seat and slamming the table with his hand, “Let’s get this done.”

Notes

The guys have stepped into the world of the future. Will the be able to use their new found gifts effectively, or will the side effects be too much on them?