Government Raid

A few weeks had passed, R.C. was sitting on his couch watching T.V.. Baja, who was now the size of a small dog, sat beside him.

If this thing gets any bigger, I'll have to keep it in my storage unit.

Baja was completely obedient to R.C.. It only took about a week to get it to blindly follow his every command like a dog.

What the hell am I going to do with this thi-

*Knock* *Knock*

R.C. let out an irritated huff. He didn't want to be bothered today. All he wanted to do was lounge around in his boxers.

He walked to the door. Before he could reach the handle...

*SMASH*

The door was busted down and a flash bang was thrown through. Everything went white and before he knew it. he. was on the ground in handcuffs.

A swat team stormed his house. Government agents in riot gear pointed submachine guns at his head.

Baja attempted to attack some of the agents, but stood no chance due to its small size. It was stunned by a cattle prod looking device and shoved into an electrified cage.

R.C. had his typical smug grin on his face.

"I didn't think you guys were going to catch on."

The next thing he knew, the butt of a rifle bashed him over the back of his head and everything went black.

...

When he regained consciousness he was in a dark room tied to a chair. Government agents in suits were around him. A large screen was in front of him.

He was certain this was the same back room he was taken to when he first arrived at the union. A black silhouette appeared on the screen like before.

"I'm guessing you know why you're here."

R.C. laughed arrogantly.

"I'm just wondering when you guys caught on."

The man on the screen spoke in a deep booming voice.

"We knew the whole time. In fact the whole thing was staged by us from the start. We intentionally led that C.A.N. there and we intended for you to try and take an egg."

"Why?"

"You don't get it. When you first showed up here, we could easily have had you thrown in a cell to rot or just have killed you on the spot, but there's something about you that peeked our interest.

Never have we seen someone so reckless and narcissistic. You've become something of a research project we have decided to observe."

R.C. yawn and rolled his eyes.

"Yeah whatever... who exactly is this 'we' you're talking about?"

"You don't need to know that now. All you need to know is that you are our guinea pig and you'll continue to take part in our experiments."

"And what if I don't feel like it?"

"Then I order one of those agents standing next to you to shoot you in the head."

"I see... Hffff... I guess I have no choice then."

Despite his situation, R.C. maintained his cocky composure.

The man on the screen continued on.

"You may be a lab rat, but you will be fairly compensated. Now we are going to let you out of here in a few moments. You'll head over to the union boss's office and be given your next task.

This time we'd like you to use that C.A.N. you trained to hunt your next target. We've been feeding it significant amounts. It should be much larger now. Observing this next hunt should be quite interesting... for us."

The screen went blank and shut off. The agents untied R.C.. He arrogantly flipped them off as he left the room. They all remained straight faced and emotionless.

He made his way over to Mr. Pipp's office.