The Alpha super solider project (PROLOUGE P1)

In the dimly lit underground base, the deafening echoes of gunfire reverberated against the rugged concrete walls. A solitary figure stealthily maneuvered through the intricately constructed terrain. He effortlessly evaded the relentless barrage of bullets, unleashed by sentries mounted at every angle.

Thung! Thung! Thung!-The echoes of high-caliber rounds fired off.

With a steely gaze, the young man's eyes meticulously scanned the terrain for any cover as he ran avoiding the hail of bullets. His senses were as sharp as a razor's edge as he Zigzagged, occasionally rolling on the ground to throw off the trajectory. The rapid-fire assault attempted to halt his progress but somehow he was evading the sentries. Seeing some thick, sturdy trees and a grove of vegetation in his path, he headed straight for it. He jumped in taking cover behind it and momentarily shielded himself from the onslaught. In his right hand, he held a high-caliber custom gun, resembling a rifle but designed as a one-handed rifle pistol. Taking a magazine from his suit pocket, he swiftly reloaded the gun, which was as large as his forearm. With no hesitation, he emerged from cover, skillfully finding a blind spot amidst the rapid-fire assault, as bullets grazed his skin.

"nine hundred meters northeast. taking shot" His monotone voice said

A few bullets even hit his body, but without flinching, he fired

Thung

A second passed as a loud explosion sound echoed through the entire terrain, With no wasted movements he swiftly executes seamlessly retreating to the safety of his cover. With each step through the dense jungle, he flawlessly navigated the terrain, utilizing every obstacle like logs, trees, and hidden nooks as strategic assets. He started gunning down the sentries with unprecedented efficiency

His shots hit their mark with deadly precision. His countenance remained stoic and detached, without any trace of human emotion.

In a cataclysmic crescendo, thunderous booms shattered the already tense air.

On the rooftop of the artificial terrain, a strategically constructed room provided a commanding view of the ongoing action. Screens adorned the walls, displaying the live feed of the young man destroying the sentries with swift precision. Occupants in lab coats analyzed the data sheets and graphs, completely engrossed in their work.

The room buzzed with focused intensity as the screens flickered, showcasing the systematic neutralization of the sentries. The individuals huddled around the monitors, their attention shifting between the displays and the person in action.

Near a magnificent glass window panel, one individual stood with an expressionless face, his features chiseled and unwavering. Adorned in a distinctive white and black uniform, adorned with intricate patterns and numerous badges on the chest, he exuded an air of authority. From his commanding position, he oversaw the unfolding events below, his gaze locked and focused.

A person wearing a lab coat gave the papers to him

"General. The reports"

"Humph," The tall figure grunts. Peering through the glass, a furrowed brow and a faint frown revealed the individual's palpable dissatisfaction. He started reading the reports that failed to meet his expectations.

"It's been three long years since the initiation of the alpha project. How much longer until Project Alpha reaches completion? We cannot afford any further delays. Why do I still see just that one clone?" the general asserted, his voice laced with disdain.

"You produced just one clone? JUST ONE!?" his voice echoed in the room as everyone stopped working.

"The fucking funding for this project is too much. Where is the lead doctor Hector!?" the general said in contempt as his voice was sharp and loud.

The assemblage of senior scientists, their weathered countenances draped in lab coats, involuntarily flinched under the weight of the general's cutting words. The head professor, bearing a sheaf of papers, mustered the courage to step forward to answer.

"Sir, the project is still in development" the doctor responded

"As you can see, the result doesn't lie. Alpha project initiation was a modest success, although it's just one specimen. He is the first clone to survive three years super soldier program without decommissioning. Sir, it requires time. The program's completion is estimated to take two years, possibly more," the doctor explained reports in hand, maintaining a composed demeanor despite the general's mounting anger.

The general pivoted his gaze, fixing his scrutinizing eyes upon the doctor, his frustration palpable.

"Why?! Why can't we replicate b-1x?" he bellowed, his voice seething with anger.

"I've observed that most clones die before reaching the age of 2.5 years. if we can't reproduce the clones in quantity. Just lobotomize b-1x and make use of his genetic material and start again." he said, looking at the doctor as a small sly smile crept on the general face.

The doctor's face froze, his features became rigid, upon hearing the general. His grip tightened around the papers, revealing the tension in his hands. A fleeting flicker of emotion betrayed his initial reaction, swiftly concealed as he composed himself. He took a moment to gather his thoughts, his response carefully measured before releasing the papers, letting them flutter silently to the surface.

"B-1x is a high-value asset, and we need to study him to perfect the Alpha project. It's critical to study why the cloning project is failing and fix it. Furthermore, you have no authority over the project management."

The general locked a piercing gaze onto the professor, his expression is ice-cold and unyielding.

"You think you have the authority to tell me what to do?" he sneered, his voice carrying an air of menace. Gripping the doctor by the collar, he forcefully lifted him off the ground.

"I hold Class 1 authority over this damn project and everyone involved. If I tell you to shit on the floor, you better believe I can make you do it," he growled, his voice dripping with disdain.

Pausing deliberately, he continued, his voice laced with venomous contempt.

"Don't you forget, Dr. Hector, that you're easily replaceable," he spat, his words a chilling reminder of the professor's insignificance in the grand scheme of things.

Undeterred, the doctor locked eyes with the general, refusing to back down.

"Sure, I may be replaceable, but I'm the one leading the damn development of this project. This isn't something we can rush. Hurrying it could cost us billions, and I won't be responsible for that. I know how to get this project up and running smoothly, without any unnecessary setbacks. Take the specimen away, and I can't guarantee any progress in the Alpha project."

Before any further words could be exchanged, a thunderous explosion reverberated through the control room. It shook the very foundations making small tremors. The last sentry on the battlefield had been annihilated. Alarms blared, their piercing sounds drowning out all other noise, signaling the end of the test run. Amidst the chaos, B-1x stood at the center of the terrain, his body covered in cuts and gunshot wounds, blood dripping from his arms and shoulders. Stoic and unflinching, he stood, awaiting further instructions.

Letting go of the doctor's collar and releasing him from his grip. A smirk appeared on the old general's face seeing B-1x successful test run for live combat.

"For what's its worth? At least you did manage to get 1 sample good enough for what we envision." he jeered, towering over the professor with a noticeable height difference. Amusement and disdain flickered across his features.

Taking a moment to survey the lab, his gaze pierced through the room, he added with a commanding tone, "I won't tolerate any more delays. You and your team have six months to provide me with a dozen prospects that match up to B-1x"

The general's eyes locked onto the clone through the glass window, his voice lowering to a whisper filled with sly satisfaction as he approached the doctor's ear.

"You think you're clever, huh? Fooling us, fooling the council? We're well aware of your secrets, Hector," A twisted smile played on his lips as he said those words.

Leaning closer, his voice taking on a chillingly mellower tone, he continued, his words sending a shiver down the doctor's spine.

"What a delightful gift you've given your own son—the gift of life," he taunted, relishing in the discomfort it brought the doctor.

"It would be such a pity to see that spark of life fade away."

The professor clenched his jaw, fury burning in his eyes, but he knew better than to provoke the general any further. Inhaling deeply, he replied with forced composure.

"Understood, sir. We'll do everything in our power to deliver the desired results."

The general's gaze hardened, his eyes locked onto the professor's, an unspoken warning hanging in the air.

"Don't make choices that you'll regret, Doctor Hector," he said, his words laced with ominous implications.

"We all have our roles to play. Some of us are even serving the devils."

The general walked out of the room without looking back. His face changed to that of a stern individual.

Overwhelmed with guilt, the doctor was overcome by a wave of emotions. The expressionless face of the clone standing before he served as a painful reminder of the once vibrant personality that he had tried so hard to instill during the arduous development process. His voice caught in his throat, leaving him speechless as he gazed at the papers in his hands, then looked beyond the cold glass panel to where B-1x stood.

After the test run was completed, a team of doctors approached to take B-1x to the medical ward to treat his injuries. Once he was deemed stable, he was led to his assigned quarters under heavy security measures. Dr. Hector accompanied him to the door, which had multiple security checks including the retina, facial, and fingerprint scans. The door opened with a sharp

"Zing"

As they entered the room, and then closed it with a heavy noise

"Thud" as b-1x was left to his own devices.

Seated in his sleek high-tech office, Dr. Hector leaned forward in front of his transparent desk with a heavy heart, he fixated his gaze on the lifelike image of the clone, a myriad of emotions swirling within him. A mix of sorrow and regret washed over him, etching a heaviness in his heart.

"I... I forced this upon you," he whispered, his voice tinged with sadness and self-reproach. His eyes locked onto the hologram, trying to convey his deep remorse.

"Aiden. I couldn't save you back then, and now I've trapped you in this hell. I'm so sorry, my boy," he choked out, tears welling up in his eyes. His voice quivered with the weight of his emotions.

His hand reached out, almost instinctively, as if trying to touch the holographic figure before him. "I promise. We will escape this hellhole soon"

The doctor's gaze remained fixed on the hologram, his eyes reflecting the torment he felt deep within his soul. Tear escaped, tracing a path down his cheek, as he silently pleaded for forgiveness from the creation he had unwittingly imprisoned.

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Meanwhile, Lying on the bed and staying still with a poker face. B-1x was thinking of the next time doctor will visit him. B-1x contemplated his existence. He longed for the connection he felt with Doctor Hector, the only person who seemed to understand him.

Everyone else demanded his absolute obedience, leaving him feeling like he had no purpose beyond following orders. With a yearning for something more, B-1x stood up and made his way to a corner of his quarters that was out of sight of the cameras. He carefully removed a loose metal plate and retrieved a book, the only gift he had ever received, from Doctor Hector. As he read through the pages, a barely noticeable smile crossed his lips.

On one page, B-1x came across the mention of the Dracule family and wondered what it would be like to have a family. He pondered,

"What does having a family feel like? Am I allowed to have one?" He thought

After reading for several minutes, B-1x returned the book to its hiding spot and replaced the metal plate. He then made his way to the camera's view and played a game of darts, attempting to distract himself from the thoughts of loneliness that crept into his mind.

“Thud”

The sound of the dart hitting the target dead center echoed in the room, a satisfying thump that reverberated in B-1x's ears. He had been practicing this routine daily since the doctor advised him to hide the book - a gift that he had given B-1x, thinking it would be nice for him. The book was full of stories. It was a portal to a world beyond his monotonous existence, and he cherished it

A flashback occurred in B-1x's mind as he reminisced in his thoughts of the past recalling his very first encounter with the doctor. He remembered the first time the doctor spoke to him. He had been standing there like a statue, unable to comprehend the sudden shift in his routine.

"How are you doing, B-1x?" the doctor asked, his voice gentle and soothing.

B-1x just stared at him with a blank expression, unsure of what to say. It was the first time someone had ever talked to him aside from giving orders. The doctor must have sensed his hesitation, for he continued speaking in a reassuring tone.

"Don't be so stiff, B-1x," the doctor urged.

"You can talk. You have pretty much memorized and can speak 30 languages. Talk to me."

B-1x spoke in a low, mellow voice, saying "I'm doing fine," but his expression remained unchanged. It was hard for the doctor to gauge how to talk with B-1x at first, but over time, he learned how to communicate with him.

Days went by, and every third day or so, the doctor would escort B-1x to a place with no surveillance. They would talk about many things and spend a few minutes before heading back to B-1x's quarters. B-1x couldn't explain it, but it felt like a certain emotion he couldn't describe. His void world started to feel less empty. The world outside his quarters was a place he had never seen before, full of new sights, smells, and sounds. The conversations with the doctor were a respite from his daily routine, a glimpse of a world beyond his monotonous existence. He would do his best to meet the doctor by doing excellent on every task and activity, even if it meant getting hurt in the process.

"Thud,"

B-1x muttered to himself as he missed the center by a layer. He snapped back to reality and went to the training section to do his mandatory workout.

"i Hope he visits soon" B-1x thought. His thoughts occupied his training as he wondered what the world outside his quarters.

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Simultaneously, a group of soldiers and several dark-clothed figures gathered around a round table, their attention fixated on a live feed displayed on a large screen. The room depicted in the feed contained B-1X, the focus of their surveillance. The figures appeared as holographic projections, except for one young individual who stood out from the group. Seated comfortably, he casually sipped tea, the demeanor contrasting with the intensity emanating from the others. Amidst the somber expressions, a man in his late 60s with a bearded face and adorned in a uniform displayed a sinister smile, his gaze filled with an unsettling aura.

T Among them was a man in his late 60s, sporting a beard and a wicked smile. He looked around, his eyes gleaming with a sinister gaze.

"Well, well. Isn't this amusing? he gave him a book. Perfect soldiers don't need distractions or attachments. Good soldiers only follow orders " he chuckled, his voice carrying a malevolent undertone.

Another person, dressed in a sharp business attire, chimed in, frustration evident in their tone as he spoke to address the issue. "I agree. Dr. Hector is making it difficult for us to move forward with Project Alpha. I've poured a fortune into this damn project. I need good returns and the things I have been promised for what's to come"

An older, muscular figure in a uniform grew visibly angry at the conversation. "Why the hell aren't we doing something to fix this? It's been three damn years, and the only successful clone that meets and surpasses our standards is B-1x. Why the fuck can't we replicate the process? This is absolute bullshit! We should torture that damn doctor until he spills every damn secret" he bellowed, his anger radiating from every word.

Meanwhile, a younger businessman, contrasting the heated atmosphere, took a sip of his tea and calmly placed the cup down. He leaned forward, a shrewd glint in his eyes as he addressed the group. "Gentlemen, let's not lose our heads. General Javier, calm down. We have a significant advantage here. We possess crucial information that can be used to our advantage. Dr. Hector is a disturbed man, cloning his dead son and treating him as such. We've been monitoring him closely because motivation bring the bets results to be honest. His actions are now hindering our intentions with the project." His voice drawled listeners in with its smooth and persuasive tone yet unmistakable undertone of sinister malice and coldness was felt by everyone.

A laid-back bald person chimes to offer his remarks

“Why don’t we dispose of the doctor and get a new one? Use the current research and get the project running again?”

The young businessman replies

“It’s not that easy. He is the most capable in the field of genetic manipulation and cloning. Having 12 PhDs is not a feat anyone can have. He is a tricky individual as well. No research papers and data that we can use. He never stores data physical or digital data for his research. That photographic memory of his sure is handy." He said amused

He further continued

The data he has on B-1x was extracted not long ago from his database when he started with us 4 years ago with the project officially starting 3 years ago. HIs research has been implemented times in another facility and no results have been shown even remotely close to what he has achieved with b-1x”

Everyone looked shocked and silent after this news was disclosed. He further added on

“It’s quite fascinating indeed. We have been watching him from the day he set foot in our project and facilities, yet somehow, he has something hidden from our surveillance”

A smile crept on the business suit individual that oozed malice, sending shivers down the spine of anyone who saw it.

"We will use the clone as bait to obtain the necessary research. It's been ignored for far too long. We've just been observing the alpha project out of curiosity, but now that the latest clone has been an exceptional success, there's a chance we can salvage the project. We'll capture them both and take what we want."

The meeting concluded, and the holographic images of the attendees faded away, leaving the young businessman alone in his dimly lit office. He took a contemplative sip of his tea, his gaze fixed on the night sky adorned with shimmering stars. The moonlight cast an ethereal glow, enveloping the room in a serene ambiance.

As he stood by the window, surrounded by the darkness, his voice resonated with a hint of melancholy. ""You can't stop progress or greed, Doctor. They fuel the very essence of our existence."" he murmured.

Lost in his own thoughts, he continued to peer into the vast expanse of the night sky, as if searching for answers among the stars.

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On the other hand, the doctor's trembling fingers slowly close the hologram, the blue light fading away as he does so. Making his way to the mirrored balcony of his office. A wave of emotion washes over him, and he lights a cigarette with unsteady hands. The flicker of the lighter illuminates his face, which is creased with sadness and grief. Tears glimmer in his eyes as he takes a long drag, trying to calm his racing thoughts. He stands near a window with a full aerial view.

As he exhales a heavy cloud of smoke, he fiddles with a small stone in his pocket. It's invisible to the naked eye and defies all forms of technology, but he knows it's there. He's been hiding it ever since the day his son died, accidentally discovering the mysterious object lodged in his arm. It's a source of deep regret and pain for him, a constant reminder of the loss of his beloved son. Memories flood back to him, and he takes another drag of his cigarette, the bitter taste bringing him back to the present. He can't change the past, but he can try to make amends for it. With a heavy heart, he places the stone back in his pocket and leans back in his chair, lost in thought.

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