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"Sorry I pulled a gun on your... wolf." Ayumin heard Johnny mumble as they followed behind the mass of soldiers that were on there way to dinner. Ayumin smiled kindly, “No harm. No foul.” She reassured, “But...” she paused dramatically, “If you ever try that again, I won’t hesitate to snipe you in your sleep.” She joked easily. It seemed almost unbelievable that so much could happen in so little time. Not only did her and Johnny just arrive as new recruits a few hours ago but just a bit after sitting down to eat alarms began to go off. Lights flashed and an intercom could be heard blaring over the sirens: ATTENTION IRVING PERSONAL, AND GUESTS, WE ARE CURRENTLY EXPERIENCING AN AUTOMATIC INTEGRITY LOCKDOWN, PLEASE REMAIN CALM, AND MOVE TO THE NEAREST EXIT. People were screaming, though of course not out of fright, guards jogged around with rifles ready for anything. Ayumin got up quickly and followed Johnny who managed to spot Meryl in the mess of confusion. Suddenly the voice echoed over the many loud noises again: FOX HOUND, PLEAE REPORT TO SECURITY HEAD QUARTERS ASAP, ONCE AGAIN, PAGING ALL FOX HOUND, REPORT TO SECURITY HEAD QUARTERS FOR EMERGENCY INTERVENTION. DAMN….. what a great time to have a first mission… Ayumin was naturally calm but she knew barely anything about her fellow FOX HOUND and, as she had just arrived in time for a short briefing and dinner, she had absolutely no weapons. What the hell is a sniper without a gun!!! Practically useless… Without guns, her claws, she was just instinctively good at surviving and a hell of a match in a fight. But truthfully she couldn’t do much real damage except for maybe putting someone in a sleeper hold, hitting some main pressure points, or even knocking someone unconscious. All of this would help on a regular task but her incredible instinct told her that whatever came from a secret basement would be anything but ordinary. Ayumin followed behind the other FOX HOUND, staying toward the back of the group until she could get her hands on a weapon. The elevator ride down was quiet except for the alarms that seemed to get louder the farther they descended beneath Irving. Some people looked rather nervous, even scared, namely… Johnny. Ha! She’d have to help toughen him up. Everyone hovered around the monitors, watching the little boy on the screen. Suddenly, Ayumin was surprised to see Johnny begin typing away at the main computer. Entering all kinds of nonsense, to her mind, and plugging in a cord that was linked to his own mini computer that she just now realized he always carried around. The alarms subsided and the lights flashed back to normal. So… that’s why Johnny wasn’t very courageous or skilled with a gun. He was a computer nerd, a hacker. It all made sense now. Ayumin barely paid attention to the conversation between Johnny and the commander; it was all gibberish to her. The bits she did overhear didn’t make a lick of sense; bugs, horses, backdoors? How was this in any way connected to computers? She had no clue whatsoever… Though when Johnny announced that he was unlocking the doors her head turned and watched as the panels flashed to green and they popped open. “Nice work.” Was really all she could think to say. Ask her about your shot and she could tell you exactly what to change for better control, shot, and accuracy. Ask her about computers and you’d have better luck consulting one of those, ______ for Dummies books. "Check fire." The DEAD CELL commander ordered and once again Ayumin cursed her rotten luck of not having a gun in hand. Regardless she followed fearlessly down the stairs coming upon the boy they had seen on the monitors. He looked at all of them with interest, like any normal child would to a new toy. He looked absolutely harmless when not adding in that many things were destroyed and all the people lay unconscious or even dead on glass littered tiles. Everyone who had a weapon, which only left out Ayumin, aimed their guns and had them ready to shoot at a moments notice. Everyone minus Johnny because of course he had forgotten to cock back the hammer, once again. Suddenly Yozman stumbled over, telling everyone to wait and not shoot. Most people slowly began to holster their guns. Even Johnny after a bit as Meryl got upset with him once again. Poor guy, really should follow orders better. Rather than listening to the bickering, helping the crew scattered on the floor, or watching the kid ‘remember’ something that she slightly understood as from the life of whoever it was created from, Ayumin examined the room. There were a few tables in the room; each adorned with vials, beakers, charts, and papers scribbled with notes. There was a large refrigerator against one of the walls and Ayumin guessed that if she took a peek it would be full of all kinds of samples; blood, tissue, genes, possibly even sperm and eggs. Anything seemed possible with the way this lab was set up. The main thing that caught Ayumin’s eye was a second glass tube next to the first, which was shattered, it’s glass scattered about the linoleum and fluid pooling at the boys feet. What kept her gaze there, despite Vamp pulling one of his many knives on the kid, through the commotion of Yozman’s objections of the act, and even when the young boys throat was cut without a hint of remorse, was the fact the other glass tube held a completely identical looking boy; same stunning silver hair, same pale, translucent, snow-white skin. And it’s pair of matching gray eyes, stared straight at her… Eyes slowly scanned the room, resting on a blond haired girl that stared right back. The boy’s head tilted slightly in curiosity before turning to see huge giant of a man clenching a knife. A boy stood near him, his throat cut and pouring a whitish-red blood. The child’s stomach seemed to twist in disgust as his chest burned hatred for the man, though he did not feel the actually emotion connected with it. He really could care less but he felt a strong connection to the boy, something he couldn’t simply ignore. Somehow it felt as though the tube scaling down his throat was unnecessary. The boy snapped off the mask and slowly pulled the tube out. A few bubbles escaped his mouth but there seemed to be enough air in the fluid for he could breath perfectly fine. The liquid in the cylinder tank suddenly began to fiercely swirl around the child. The pressure built up against the tube, shaking it in its pedestal. The thick glass slowly cracked in various places, fluid spraying out onto anyone near. Soon the tube shattered and the child fell towards the floor. The small boy put out his hands and stopped a few inches before impact, hovering above the floor tiles for a few seconds then gently laying on the floor. The child pushed himself up and silently walked over to the other boy. A pale white hand lifted up and lightly skimmed across where the knife had cut. The whitish-red blood sticking to his fingertips and, as more was collected, streamed across his skin and down the other child’s neck. The wound was already healed but what about “An eye for an eye.” The boy looked at the hulky guy holding the knife. His hand slightly numbed with power as a glass shard from the ground lifted up and quickly cut across the man’s throat. [i]“How do you like it.”[/i] The boy chanted in a monotone voice, though his lips didn’t even twitch. He didn’t make a sound except for in the massive guy’s mind.