Empire Strikes Back

One day I’m Warlike’s prisoner and the next I am the prized possession of MI6. But still I have not gotten to how MI6 has come into this long and sad tail. I’ll tell ya how. The Chinese, not to be out done by anyone, still desperate to prove themselves a force to be reckoned with, are investing in genetic alterations. Russia couldn’t afford us and I don’t imagine any terrorists would be interested, they aren’t organized enough as a single group to afford what the Chinese paid, besides they tend to like the good ol’ fashion warfare with explosive weapons and stealth.

Anyways next thing I woke up to find myself in a padded room. I couldn't even recall the last thing that had happened to me. All I knew was that I was alone in a cushioned box with only the barest of clothing on and electrodes all over my body. The lights came on full force, the door swung open and I was surrounded by four compact but very cut men. I had no idea what this was about so I waited. They thought the same I guess 'cause there we all were ready to fight but no one moved.

Then there was shout from behind that filled the tiny space with ear bleeding effectiveness. Seemed one of them had decided they'd had enough and they jumped me. I decided until I knew what was going on I would only defend myself. After the fourth or fifth dog pile I had changed my mind about keeping it friendly.

Until now I had never had to actually hit someone for real, Usurper and Bright Flame did not count. I mean really hit, with the intent to harm. A-it hurts, being nigh invulnerable is not mutually exclusive of pain. B-it’s noisy, the sound of cracking bone or fist to flesh is not something I had heard before. The whole experience is jarring. I was able to hold them off for a good bit just out of shear brutality, but these guys were fast. And did I mention there were four of them.

Then as suddenly as they had started, they stopped. I was one knee on the ground just trying to breathe. They were bloodied and out of breath as much as me. As I pushed myself to standing a jolt of electricity bit my skin. Then another. And another. It was the electrodes, there were dozens of them and they all started shocking me. I reached to pull them off and the intensity of the shocks increased.

I must have passed out at this point because the next thing I saw were lights moving above me, I floated along the ground as my attackers carried me down a tight hallway, I could see the walls past their heads. My fingers and toes still tingled with electricity. I kicked and screamed to the best of my ability. My new strategy being to make things as difficult as possible for them.

Quickly we passed through a door and I was harshly thrown up onto some sort of surface or platform where they strapped down all my extremities before I could regain my coordination. The room was uncannily similar to what Warlike’s facilities were. Maybe they had the same designer. Looking I around there is a table next to me. Usurper restrained in the same way, the rise and fall of his chest indicated sleep. Holding my head in place a mask is put over my nose and mouth. I can smell the gas that will usher me into oblivion.

If I ever see Likeness of God again he’s a dead man.