(AUTHOR'S NOTES: Delays, delays nothing but delays my friends do forgive me, I beseech thee to find it in your hearts. Thanks. Well we saw Corey do some crazy stuff last time, take on a guy almost twice his age. So what next for the teen in trouble...?)
The download bar hit one hundred percent and it disappeared from Corey's field of vision. Yet in the corner of his eye he saw a small message:
'Candidate #32 Colarrus bludgeoned Candiate #2 Rudeboy200 to death.
First Blood Award to Collarus
Extra battle experience to Collarus.'
He shuddered as he remembered what he did not two moments ago and then he felt his body feel as though on fire; he looked around 'Hand to hand combat self defence skills downloaded including weapon self defence. Extra experience awarded.' he looked at his hands as the Nano-Bots voice (or voices) coursed through his head, he looked around, surveying for any more predators but there was nothing. No one. There was only the sound of absolute silence "Mark a settlement, I want to find shelter."
'There is a high chance of meeting competition-'
"Just do as I say!"
'Next structure is 3 miles east, marked by the diamond in your field of vision.' The nano-bots were not wrong, a diamond appeared with a distance counter that went down as he made his way towards it an ETA also beside it. However, Corey soon began to build rhythm and pace until he was jogging towards the settlement itself. The counter briskly going down and the ETA changing with his speed. It was estimated to take him an hour or so, it was possible, not to bad being an athlete Corey was used to this sort of thing. It was just the chance that he may run into competition that worried him. His eyes scanned as he ran in silence all save the noise of his feet bounding off the soft Earth.
There was no trouble, no competition, no killer person waiting to ambush Corey as he made his way to the grey compound. There were armed guards and lorries passing by him as he hid in the undergrowth. There he was by the side of the make-shift road, watching as black vans and black clad soldiers come in and out of the structure. It was like some bad secret agent movie. Corey crept up the side of one lorry, his hand tracing his fingers across the shiny, cold metal frame of the container towards the back. It was a canopy door, loosely tied on so that Corey could in fact untie and then hop in the back of the lorry. He did this, quietly, as the driver stopped to talk to some soldiers. There was an awkward silence.
Corey had fallen into the back of a munitions truck, there were crates with weapons in everywhere and Corey gulped as he could only think what they were actually for. The engined roared once again and the journey began into the eye of the storm, the hustle and bustle of the compound outside all loud enough to penetrate the container and flow into Corey's ears. It was a racket. The dull roar didn't stop into Corey could only hear the roar of the engine echoed, so he guessed they were inside and saw this as a perfect opportunity to escape. He slipped out the back and behind some barrels; the loading bay was swarming with soldiers and the word "SABLE CORP." was posted around everywhere in sight, on the barrels, on the forklifts, on the walls.
"The project seems to be going well," came a feminine voice from behind Corey in a small corridor to his right "But I believe you owe me an awful lot of money sir?" There was a disgruntled grunt and the sound of crisp notes changing hands. Corey approached the voices down the corridor, which they in fact weren't in but at the other side of outside a large door. Corey gulped as the large man dressed in commando gear growled menacingly at the female scientist whom propped her glasses up at his mediocre attempts to scare her: "I want you in the control room ASAP." he growled disappearing behind the large door the scientist following him in. Which Corey copied and into the void he went...
The discrete noise of computer fans gave character to the dark room he now found himself in; the faint light of monitors the only thing he had to dodge people as he tried to hide and listen in to the conversation between the man and woman whom "looked in charge" to him. They were not on good terms, the woman frequently waving her arms and the commando often yelling.
"He is a perfect candidate!"
"He's a wonnabe, nothing special about him ma'am; he was just the first murderer!"
"The nano-bots inside him are evolving at a faster rate then any other candidate!"
"Then how come you lost him-"
"He is not lost, we loose reception around the island!"
"Ma'am please listen-"
"NO YOU LISTEN!"
Corey hushed his deep breathes as he eavesdropped on the conversation; the woman continuing "Subject 32 is probably SABLE CORPS most prized asset at the moment, you will not go out to find him do you understand?" It was then Corey realised they were talking about him...
"No buts everytime you say that Heinz something goes wrong, he is not dangerous we have permanent locks on his Nano-Bots, we monitor them every single download, every single sight he see's we see and we will get him back. The rest we'll see if they develop but if not they will be dispose of and the weapon will be injected into your men using the data from #32. Any questions?"
"Will that set our attack in motion?"
"Yes, Heinz yes."
Corey's eyes widened and all he could do was run, barging into scientists, commandos and anyone who in his way until he got out the gate. No one followed they must've known what a commodity he was to their Corporation and that all the poor people kidnapped by them were all being played...