The Departed

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Watson was just the sort of agent the LSF like. There are agents who violate laws and do questionable things because they're wildcards who like doing it, then there are those who do it because they feel they're protecting Liberty. He was the latter. He walked through prison Station Fairbanks's dark corridors. The halls where so dark that the crack guard force patrolling it wore night vision goggles. The idea was that an escapee couldn't find his way out in the dark, that is, if he wasn't dead from the security officers or auto turrets. Watson's goggles illuminated a boring hallway, consisting of flat, grey walls with slots where the auto turrets where concealed. He walked fifty meters down the corridor until he turned left into an unlabeled door that was as plain as the walls surrounding it and into a fully lit room. Inside was a massive computer, standing fully ten feet tall, five feet long. It seemed to be part of the wall, but the console, which spanned the length of the computer, was a myriad of lights and buttons. Doctors and technicians walked solemnly in bright white lab coats, talking in hushed tones about maximum-security matters, likely concerning the biological makeup of Nomads. "Good morning Mike" the head doctor called out from across the room. Her voice served to counteract the gloom surrounding the station. "Come to check on the patient, I assume?" Michael walked over to the view screen.

[color=#FFFFFF][font=Garamond]Subject: Thomas Henry Ryan

Age: 47

Weight: 213 lbs.

Height: 5'11

Eye Color: Green

Hair Color: Blonde

STATUS: Unconscious, all vital signs functioning in acceptable perameters.

NHGEP[Nomad-Human Genetic Experimental Program]:
Has been injected with NOMAD GENE #000000027453927837451
Effect positive; Enhanced neural activity in left hemisphere.




Watson thought back to when he had trapped Tom's fighter out in the middle of nowhere in Alaska. Tom was pleased to see a friendly IFF, until his ship was wasted by the agent's Avenger. He was one of the few selected to be part of the Navy's new Nomad experiment program, and one of even fewer that survived the genetic enhancements. With a little more luck, Tom would wake up in his bunk. A high ranking officer would explain to him in simple terms how he had narrowly survived a major attack by some pirate organization, and was to be promoted. Actually, he would use his new "powers" to fight the Nomads, as the director would say, "bring peace to Liberty." He would serve Liberty, completely unaware of his body's rapid deterioration as a side effect of the gene. But that was small sacrifice, Michael told himself.

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