Post by Cazador on Sept 25, 2019 14:47:33 GMT
For being a prisoner, they had been treating Kazadus surprisingly well. Sure he was locked up in a cell underground, but they did have cable TV, they brought him food three times a day, and after a few days the guards started playing cards and sharing a smoke with him now and then. From what he gathered talking with guards, they were just waiting on further orders before they decided what they were going to do with Kazadus. Eventually the commander that had him detained came to see him. They brought Kazadus to a room with a metal table, two chairs, and a window.
"Commander Jackson, it's been awhile. Was starting to think you forgot about me."
"Forgotten? No. I had to get clearance to talk to you."
"So how long am I going to be in here for? I don't know what your guy's alien policy is."
"Well for starters I have good news for you. My superiors have given me permission to let you go."
"Just like that? No strings attached?"
"We'll get to that, but here's the thing. We ran a blood test on you, had you x-rayed, an MRI scan to confirm your amnesia, checked your finger prints and well there's no doubt about it. You are human."
"Look I know I said I had amnesia, but even I figured that much. What about my eye?"
"What about it? It's an overpriced glass eye. Anyway Kazadus there's more. Your fingerprints came back with a positive ID. Your real name is Anthony Hernandez. Apparently you haven't been seen in over 10 years. Any bells ringing?"
Kazadus lost focus momentarily. A giant flash of images came rushing through his brain. He shook it off.
"Nothing yet...What else can you tell me?"
The commander paused for a moment, unsure if he should tell him the rest.
"The report is all in this folder. It's yours. Some parts are blacked out that contain classified information. You understand."
Kazadus took the report in his hands. He was about to open but decided against it for the time being.
"So what was the catch about letting me go?"
"Not so much of a catch. More like a job offer. I'm sure you've been watching TV in your cell and seeing all the news."
"Yeah. Sounds like I'm not the only strange thing to hit the world."
"The truth is, we've been unprepared to deal with all these mutants that have suddenly appeared. We don't have enough firepower to take in the violent ones. We've been looking at… other options."
"Are you asking a mutant to bring in mutants?"
"Well technically speaking you're not a mutant. We saw the abilities you have, but found no signs of the mutant gene in your DNA. You're unique. Anyway you wouldn't just be bringing in mutants. The military wants to experiment with the idea of bringing in super powers to the fold. You'd be more like a bounty hunter."
"So I do this and you and your boys let me go?"
"That's the deal I'm allowed to make. One more thing though. If we find out you lied or left out any details about your trip through space then the deal is null void and you'll be back behind bars. That goes for any memories of your time out there in space that may return."
Commander Jackson pulled out a thick orange envelope from a case and handed it to Kazadus.
"What? You need my signature now?"
"Not exactly. Paperwork for your house. First months mortgage is paid. Bills will come in at the end of the month. So you'd best get to work once you're out of here. I want you back here in a week for a report. If you don't show up then we'll throw you back your cell when we do find you."
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Two Days Later…
Kazadus had settled into his 'new' home, but there was nothing new about it. It was a run down dump in what was obviously the bad part of town. The government didn't set him up with much. A few clothes, food, a flip phone, a terrible mattress and a raccoon that liked to shit on his porch before dawn. He was starting to think he was better off in his cell, but then he'd be no closer to regaining his memories. He still had the folder that Jackson had given him, but part of him was afraid to open it. Something inside him said it would only be pain and this time it wasn't the voice in his head telling him.
He had received his first assignment the night before. His target unsurprisingly was a mutant wanted in a string of car thefts. His name was Lamar Johnson. Aged 27. Divorced and supposed to be paying child support. Arrests ranged from age 18 and up. Drug dealing, assault, public intoxication, and now grand theft auto. Reports said that he very recently came into his powers. Apparently he could he could form his hands into firearms. At least he knew for sure he was armed then. For a reward of $50000 dollars, Kazadus knew the bastard would be worth it.
He locked up his house, not that there was anything worth stealing in there except maybe his sword. Wasn't exactly something you could walk around holding without drawing some sort of attention. His revolver would suffice since he could conceal carry it. He had on a black leather jacket with two brown lines running down the outside of it's sleeves, dark blue jeans, a white T-shirt, and black ankle high boots. The vehicle they provided him was an even bigger piece of shit than the house was. It was a van that belonged to an old plumbing business that had gone under. It was blue with the logo that said good guys plumbing. Opening the door was like pulling teeth as he mumbled under his breath.
"Piece of shit."
He managed to get inside eventually after what felt like forever. At least the van started. Lamar was frequently seen in the company of a local gang called Hemlock 13. The gang was always spotted at the Razors Edge though at this time of day it was more like a bar. Thankfully the hunk of junk managed to get there in one piece without falling apart. It was show time. Kazadus walked into Razors Edge. Most of the alcoholics were closer to the front and right at the bar. They didn't look like gang members. However the men in the far back looked like some tough customers.
Kazadus walked off to the far back. The people at the front of the bar looked up upon seeing that Kazadus was getting closer to them. A few dropped their bill on the table and ran out. Some stayed because they wanted to see some action.
"I'm looking for Lamar Johnson. Have you seen him?"
"Who you think you is coming up to our table and making demands. Best get outta here while I still let you."
The man looked like a human hamper and had H13 stamped to his forehead.
"Yeah look, I'm not here to lecture you about your life choices, but you're making a piss poor choice right now if you don't tell me where Lamar is."
The men at the table all stood up, they lifted their excessive baggy shirts to each pull out a 9mm and pointed their weapons at Kazadus.
"Get the hell outta here before we take your only eye left."
Kazadus lifted his hands in the air
"Guess we're doing it my way then."
Kazadus's right hand lit up with energy and released a bright enough light to temporarily blind his new friends. He grabbed the first one and launched across the room, through the door, out past across the street and into a car parked out front. The next man he punched through a wall. The third regained his sight with enough time to get off a round in Kazadus's chest. His body was tough, but getting shot still hurt like hell. The round went through his shirt and slightly penetrated his skin. Kazadus grabbed the gun from the man and threw it across the head of the fourth. He lifted the third man by the throat as he used his free hand to pull out the protruding bullet.
"Here. Let show you how bad that hurt."
He took the bullet and shoved it hard into the man's collar bone before slamming him into the table. The 4th gang member that had a gun thrown into his face was wiping blood from his nose before Kazadus picked him up and shoved him into the wall.
"Where's Lamar asshole!? I'm not asking again!"
"Commander Jackson, it's been awhile. Was starting to think you forgot about me."
"Forgotten? No. I had to get clearance to talk to you."
"So how long am I going to be in here for? I don't know what your guy's alien policy is."
"Well for starters I have good news for you. My superiors have given me permission to let you go."
"Just like that? No strings attached?"
"We'll get to that, but here's the thing. We ran a blood test on you, had you x-rayed, an MRI scan to confirm your amnesia, checked your finger prints and well there's no doubt about it. You are human."
"Look I know I said I had amnesia, but even I figured that much. What about my eye?"
"What about it? It's an overpriced glass eye. Anyway Kazadus there's more. Your fingerprints came back with a positive ID. Your real name is Anthony Hernandez. Apparently you haven't been seen in over 10 years. Any bells ringing?"
Kazadus lost focus momentarily. A giant flash of images came rushing through his brain. He shook it off.
"Nothing yet...What else can you tell me?"
The commander paused for a moment, unsure if he should tell him the rest.
"The report is all in this folder. It's yours. Some parts are blacked out that contain classified information. You understand."
Kazadus took the report in his hands. He was about to open but decided against it for the time being.
"So what was the catch about letting me go?"
"Not so much of a catch. More like a job offer. I'm sure you've been watching TV in your cell and seeing all the news."
"Yeah. Sounds like I'm not the only strange thing to hit the world."
"The truth is, we've been unprepared to deal with all these mutants that have suddenly appeared. We don't have enough firepower to take in the violent ones. We've been looking at… other options."
"Are you asking a mutant to bring in mutants?"
"Well technically speaking you're not a mutant. We saw the abilities you have, but found no signs of the mutant gene in your DNA. You're unique. Anyway you wouldn't just be bringing in mutants. The military wants to experiment with the idea of bringing in super powers to the fold. You'd be more like a bounty hunter."
"So I do this and you and your boys let me go?"
"That's the deal I'm allowed to make. One more thing though. If we find out you lied or left out any details about your trip through space then the deal is null void and you'll be back behind bars. That goes for any memories of your time out there in space that may return."
Commander Jackson pulled out a thick orange envelope from a case and handed it to Kazadus.
"What? You need my signature now?"
"Not exactly. Paperwork for your house. First months mortgage is paid. Bills will come in at the end of the month. So you'd best get to work once you're out of here. I want you back here in a week for a report. If you don't show up then we'll throw you back your cell when we do find you."
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Two Days Later…
Kazadus had settled into his 'new' home, but there was nothing new about it. It was a run down dump in what was obviously the bad part of town. The government didn't set him up with much. A few clothes, food, a flip phone, a terrible mattress and a raccoon that liked to shit on his porch before dawn. He was starting to think he was better off in his cell, but then he'd be no closer to regaining his memories. He still had the folder that Jackson had given him, but part of him was afraid to open it. Something inside him said it would only be pain and this time it wasn't the voice in his head telling him.
He had received his first assignment the night before. His target unsurprisingly was a mutant wanted in a string of car thefts. His name was Lamar Johnson. Aged 27. Divorced and supposed to be paying child support. Arrests ranged from age 18 and up. Drug dealing, assault, public intoxication, and now grand theft auto. Reports said that he very recently came into his powers. Apparently he could he could form his hands into firearms. At least he knew for sure he was armed then. For a reward of $50000 dollars, Kazadus knew the bastard would be worth it.
He locked up his house, not that there was anything worth stealing in there except maybe his sword. Wasn't exactly something you could walk around holding without drawing some sort of attention. His revolver would suffice since he could conceal carry it. He had on a black leather jacket with two brown lines running down the outside of it's sleeves, dark blue jeans, a white T-shirt, and black ankle high boots. The vehicle they provided him was an even bigger piece of shit than the house was. It was a van that belonged to an old plumbing business that had gone under. It was blue with the logo that said good guys plumbing. Opening the door was like pulling teeth as he mumbled under his breath.
"Piece of shit."
He managed to get inside eventually after what felt like forever. At least the van started. Lamar was frequently seen in the company of a local gang called Hemlock 13. The gang was always spotted at the Razors Edge though at this time of day it was more like a bar. Thankfully the hunk of junk managed to get there in one piece without falling apart. It was show time. Kazadus walked into Razors Edge. Most of the alcoholics were closer to the front and right at the bar. They didn't look like gang members. However the men in the far back looked like some tough customers.
Kazadus walked off to the far back. The people at the front of the bar looked up upon seeing that Kazadus was getting closer to them. A few dropped their bill on the table and ran out. Some stayed because they wanted to see some action.
"I'm looking for Lamar Johnson. Have you seen him?"
"Who you think you is coming up to our table and making demands. Best get outta here while I still let you."
The man looked like a human hamper and had H13 stamped to his forehead.
"Yeah look, I'm not here to lecture you about your life choices, but you're making a piss poor choice right now if you don't tell me where Lamar is."
The men at the table all stood up, they lifted their excessive baggy shirts to each pull out a 9mm and pointed their weapons at Kazadus.
"Get the hell outta here before we take your only eye left."
Kazadus lifted his hands in the air
"Guess we're doing it my way then."
Kazadus's right hand lit up with energy and released a bright enough light to temporarily blind his new friends. He grabbed the first one and launched across the room, through the door, out past across the street and into a car parked out front. The next man he punched through a wall. The third regained his sight with enough time to get off a round in Kazadus's chest. His body was tough, but getting shot still hurt like hell. The round went through his shirt and slightly penetrated his skin. Kazadus grabbed the gun from the man and threw it across the head of the fourth. He lifted the third man by the throat as he used his free hand to pull out the protruding bullet.
"Here. Let show you how bad that hurt."
He took the bullet and shoved it hard into the man's collar bone before slamming him into the table. The 4th gang member that had a gun thrown into his face was wiping blood from his nose before Kazadus picked him up and shoved him into the wall.
"Where's Lamar asshole!? I'm not asking again!"
