Chitun
Moon
- Joined
- Aug 12, 2012
Thirty-five years.
Thirty-five years had passed since the government's marvelous idea of genetic modification. Thirty-five years of volunteers and victims taking experimental drugs that changed the very core of their being into something else. Thirty-five years of people driven mad by their changes, of mysterious deaths and genetic defects and sudden, unexplained disappearances. Thirty-five years since the Modification Program was dropped, locked, and sealed.
Twenty-two years since Isa Rune was born.
Sixteen years since Isa Rune discovered she could read the minds of strangers.
Fourteen years since the unexplained death of parents who'd explained to her why they kept moving from state to state, running from the Men in White for taking an experimental drug so long ago.
Four years since the discovery of a group of people with abilities like herself.
Three days since the revelation that the Men in White had a target list.
Two days since learning that the Men in White were targeting one of the more powerful individuals on that list.
One day until they put their plan into action.
Target lives at X Street in building XXXX. Takes the train to work daily. We'll need to evacuate the train station of as many civilians as possible and replace them with soldiers who'd be able to bring him down. Need to avoid as many witnesses and potential casualties as possible. This needs to be done quickly and quietly. Since the subject takes the train in the early morning, that will be the most opportune time to strike.
Isa blinked, rubbing hazel eyes and running a hand through dark, curly hair as she withdrew her mind from the official-looking man in front of her. "Tomorrow Morning, is that it?" She asked herself, voice low and covered by the louder roar of a subway train passing by.
Scowling at the man's back, the young woman casually pushed into the crowd around them, allowing the current of humanity to sweep her off in the direction of their target, a young man who'd shown up on the top of the government's target deck. "Lets, see, where is he?"
Thirty-five years had passed since the government's marvelous idea of genetic modification. Thirty-five years of volunteers and victims taking experimental drugs that changed the very core of their being into something else. Thirty-five years of people driven mad by their changes, of mysterious deaths and genetic defects and sudden, unexplained disappearances. Thirty-five years since the Modification Program was dropped, locked, and sealed.
Twenty-two years since Isa Rune was born.
Sixteen years since Isa Rune discovered she could read the minds of strangers.
Fourteen years since the unexplained death of parents who'd explained to her why they kept moving from state to state, running from the Men in White for taking an experimental drug so long ago.
Four years since the discovery of a group of people with abilities like herself.
Three days since the revelation that the Men in White had a target list.
Two days since learning that the Men in White were targeting one of the more powerful individuals on that list.
One day until they put their plan into action.
Target lives at X Street in building XXXX. Takes the train to work daily. We'll need to evacuate the train station of as many civilians as possible and replace them with soldiers who'd be able to bring him down. Need to avoid as many witnesses and potential casualties as possible. This needs to be done quickly and quietly. Since the subject takes the train in the early morning, that will be the most opportune time to strike.
Isa blinked, rubbing hazel eyes and running a hand through dark, curly hair as she withdrew her mind from the official-looking man in front of her. "Tomorrow Morning, is that it?" She asked herself, voice low and covered by the louder roar of a subway train passing by.
Scowling at the man's back, the young woman casually pushed into the crowd around them, allowing the current of humanity to sweep her off in the direction of their target, a young man who'd shown up on the top of the government's target deck. "Lets, see, where is he?"