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110 had found a place to stay and had been heading back to his hummer when he saw the ATV. "sh**....they found me already......black ops. no less. " He pulled out his magnum and entered another nearby alley way. He jumped from wall to wall untill he reached the roof, easily climbing over the ledge. He crept up to the edge of the roof near his hummer and jumped, landing right behind his would be assassin. His gun was pressed against the mans head, "Don't move....."

Back at the red corp, ghost watched the antics of 95 and winced as he shot the secretary in the back of the head and left. "So much for my plans on thursday......" He said dryly. He turned to one of the nearby guards, "I was hoping it wasn't going to be for a while, but it's time to test project Garm in the field."
The guard nearly choked on his own words, "T-that thing! We have no way of knowing how it will react to the control systems though!"
"Don't second guess me soldier. I am the head of the project, and I decide whether or not it's ready. Now go. Standard procedure......"

The base was soon blaring with an alarm symbolizing all nonessencial personel to get to safety as soon as possible. This was a rare alarm and got half of the base panicing within minuites. After all, what could threaten the great Red Corp? The answer would come in the form of the creature in the basement. Seeming as a statue, project garm was two tons of armor weaponry. Unbelievably this thing was not a machine, but a living organism, shallowly taking in it's first breaths as it woke up. It's eyesight was soon tinted over in red and it tore through it's steel restraints. It was quickly escorted by nearby black ops units to the top floors as they were fed directions on experiment 95's locations. The heavy thuds could be heard long before the thing was seen, and the chain gun was hardly comforting to the workers that believed it to be some sort of enemy.

Ghost thought for a minuite....."Ah, the demon rifle.......Wasn't supposed to be on the market for another year. Someone's been dealing illegal copies. I'll get someone on it right away. As for the specs....." A file began downloading a moment later.....

DX5 "Demon rifle"
Meant to be converted into a turret for mobile vehicles as an anti-tank weapon. Fires .75 calibur armor piercing rounds. This weapon is also suficient to tear through the walls in most standared establishments. This weapon is dangerous to the wielder as well as the target in situations where the gun is unmounted, as the kickback posesses enough force to crush an average human's ribcage. (Side note: Look into implementation with the 101 series bioweaponSCRAPPED)
The rate of fire is lacking and technitions are working on a more effective ammo feeder than the bulky four shot clips. All in all it is still a very dangerous weapon, making up for finesse with raw power.

Ghost had just finished his conversation when the intercomn kicked into life. "There is a mister Kane on line three for you sir" The female voice rang out. Ghost sighed, "Why can't they ever just shoot the target dead?" He opened the channel, "What's wrong? Did you hit a snag? Or did you just want to say hello?"

The door creaked open once again as a dwarf, covered in grime and wearing spiked full plate stomped in, armor creaking and boots heavily thumping. As the bartender asked him what he wanted he shouted, "Ale!" He promptly kicked a man out of his seat and scilenced his complaints with a glare and growl.

As the man walked away he took the tower shield off his back and set it against the table as he sat down and waited for his drink.

The shop keeper sighed as he saw the shattered window to his shop. The slums were always subject to robberies, but he had cut a deal with the locals! He would smuggle them weapons from the various organizations in the area while they gave his shop protection. He noticed several guns missing. Most importantly the DX5 "Demon Rifle" prototype he had bought off of Red Corp. None of the gangs in the area had reason to rob him....or the other few shops in the area. Including a 7-11 that was missing large amounts of food, a clothing shop, and much further down there was a used car "Dealership" that in secret sold cars that the previous owners weren't done with.

The old hummer model worked like a charm. And it had been easier to break into those stores than he thought. The speakers blasted on a frequency mainly devoted to heavy metal music as he sped down the street, finishing off a can of Monster. He had never had a soda before, nor had he been alowed to listen to music. He only heard small pieces that had done nothing but torture him as he went through his existance in that devilish training facility. That among other things is why he left. They treated him more like a thing than one of their own kind. He contiued down the street, content to just keep going.

Ghost kicked back in the seat, putting his feet on the table. "Well well well.......it certainly was good luck finding Kane again. I just hope that paranoia of his isn't getting in the way of things again." He took another drag and continued, "I would have killed him sooner, but after the failure of the experiments number 96 to 109 he's just been too irreplacable. But if we are able to retrieve 110 and the data he contains in his genetic structure we may be able to perfect our design. Is this acceptable?" Nothing answered for a moment before a view screen came on, showing the outline of a dark figure. "Killing off the need for a written review by speaking to nothing?"
"Effective though, isn't it? Besides, I knew you couldn't resist listening in to an issue like this."

"As soon as you need to. If anyone stops you, show your ID. They'll back off as soon as they see it. Remember, it could be hiding anywhere within the city. You may have a better chance at finding it if you partner up with someone. Striking a deal so to speak. In the end it's really your call. There is a vehicle waiting for you in the garage. Customized for your fairly unique build. Good luck, and remember, 110 is not to be underestimated. The others you killed were insects compared to him."

The weapons guard nodded and retrieved the requested items, the pencils and paper coming a bit later on. Even the normal weapons were fairly modified, though very well. Red Corp. took care of their weapons even better than most military facilities. The few others made good use of the unique weapons, most designed for capture more than killing. Electrified net guns, barbed tazers, and several other styles.