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Boss was thinking. What was it that Mouse said? Ask somebody about the next mission...Jaunt he thought. He stood up and went to his door. He opened it. Of course, as soon as he did, three guards were in the hallways with M-16's. All three were pointed at Boss.
"What do you think your doing A98-0606?" asked the main secuirty guard.
"I'm going to talk to my friend Jaunt. Now," he started to begin a new sentence. He lifted both his hands up. Both of his arms lit on fire and two orbs of white fire appeared in his hands.
"Now, you can screw before I send you guys to the med ward, or you can shoot at me and see how badly burnt you'll end up. I bet I could make you look like the Human Torch from that comic book. A man entirely on fire. That would be pretty fun to watch," he said with an evil smile.
The guards stood down and returned to their posts. Boss laughed and put his arms down. The flames disappeared as Boss walked towards Jaunt's door. He knocked loudly.
"Hey Jaunt. Can ya open the door for me?" he asked politely.
Boss was friends with Jaunt. They were neighbors after all. He cared about Mouse because she was one of the only prototypes that didn't scrutinize against him. But Jaunt...Jaunt was different. Like him. He was the psycho. The freak. He thought he had it rough. Then he met Jaunt. He pitied her. He felt a connection with her. He would openly defy orders or get in a fight to protect her.
In fact, he had. Last year in Mess, one of the new prototypes thought that it would be fun to pick fun at Jaunt. They were wrong. Boss took the punk by the throat and literally burned a hole through his chest and ripped out his heart. Boss was almost put down for that, but he didn't care. In the end, the handlers and the scientists said that if a prototype couldn't be friendly to his other prototypes, then he was a failure. Even though Boss was feared, he had earned their respect and everybody knows he would die for any of the other prototypes in a second.
"Hey Jaunt, ya there?" he asked.
"What do you think your doing A98-0606?" asked the main secuirty guard.
"I'm going to talk to my friend Jaunt. Now," he started to begin a new sentence. He lifted both his hands up. Both of his arms lit on fire and two orbs of white fire appeared in his hands.
"Now, you can screw before I send you guys to the med ward, or you can shoot at me and see how badly burnt you'll end up. I bet I could make you look like the Human Torch from that comic book. A man entirely on fire. That would be pretty fun to watch," he said with an evil smile.
The guards stood down and returned to their posts. Boss laughed and put his arms down. The flames disappeared as Boss walked towards Jaunt's door. He knocked loudly.
"Hey Jaunt. Can ya open the door for me?" he asked politely.
Boss was friends with Jaunt. They were neighbors after all. He cared about Mouse because she was one of the only prototypes that didn't scrutinize against him. But Jaunt...Jaunt was different. Like him. He was the psycho. The freak. He thought he had it rough. Then he met Jaunt. He pitied her. He felt a connection with her. He would openly defy orders or get in a fight to protect her.
In fact, he had. Last year in Mess, one of the new prototypes thought that it would be fun to pick fun at Jaunt. They were wrong. Boss took the punk by the throat and literally burned a hole through his chest and ripped out his heart. Boss was almost put down for that, but he didn't care. In the end, the handlers and the scientists said that if a prototype couldn't be friendly to his other prototypes, then he was a failure. Even though Boss was feared, he had earned their respect and everybody knows he would die for any of the other prototypes in a second.
"Hey Jaunt, ya there?" he asked.