I moved along from section to section…. Empty. I started to give up when I got to it…. The tag on the door said Grayson/Hill.
Hill? …. I opened the door to find my brother and another body in pods in sedative states hooked up to what looked like power charged tubes. As I got closer I realized they had ports in their backs that the tubes fed into.
I tried not to get too consumed with what I'd seen and turned my attention to a station with several computers.
" Warrior project 2.0"
Diagrams of DNA and whatever was being pumped into Chase and "Hill".
Her name was Janessa Hill. And from what I could tell, they were creating a newer version of the six soldiers that Chase and I took out. Fantastic. No doubt they got that mind control installed too. I could only hope that since they were in this room. Something had failed and there was still time.
I remember seeing something out of the corner of my eye just in time to get slammed into the filing cabinets and dropped to the floor. I shook it off and jumped to my feet. Chase. Only his eyes were fixed in a blank stare.
We went rounds before he was joined by Janessa and I started to get the feeling that a solo mission wasn't the greatest thing I could've done in the current situation. I noticed panels in the back of their necks but I didn't know what the purpose was.
Jenessa kept me busy dodging her military issued blade while Chase was seemingly intent on destroying me. He had his hand around my throat crushing inward and I could feel myself blacking out.
"Tyler"....
I thought it was a hallucination. My head was reeling, none of this made sense. He had died eight years earlier in combat beside Chase and I. We attended the funeral.
It hit me just before I lost consciousness and I was hoping like hell he was the cavalry. I woke up in an unfamiliar room. I ripped some ivs out of my arm before Tyler came in.
"Whoa. Whoa. Easy. It's ok." I just sat up silent in my bed.
" You're dead. I had to bury yo-."
"I'm sorry, Megan. I wanted to reach out so many times."
He choked on the start of a sentence before clearing his throat and began to fill me in. "I was dead. They brought me back with an experimental… They brought me back and put me on a task force to gather information on this "warrior project" . After you and Chase destroyed the first round, they decided to put a bounty on your heads, originally - they were going to take both of you.