Watching from his new hiding place, he saw three men ran out of the warehouse, they released heavy fire along the direction of his former hiding place. That means the smoke from the explosion didn’t really allow them see Marvel when he moved. They moved towards the vehicle. When they got there, they continued to fire at the place. Another two angles of fire came from the entrance of the warehouse all focused on the former hiding place. Well their plans are obvious enough, but Marvel intends to ruin it for them. He touched his wrist com, opened up the connection to the explosives he had hidden in the three vehicles, brought up the remote settings and set all three to a single explosion and he pressed the button. The three explosives blew up at the same time illuminating the darken areas for a second. The explosions threw the three men apart. While the two aircars were blown to pieces and fire ravaging their remains, the sky van only showed a fiery red hole from the place of the explosion. The hole that continues to burn and expand as the termite substance from the explosive chewed the metal of its chassis to pieces. The phosphorus coals too had attached to other parts of the vehicle and were creating bigger fiery holes, as they break down the metallic body.
A body stood up from the ground, all on flames, screaming and running. Marvel silenced him with a tri burst. The body fell on the ground as the bullets tore through his legs and chest. It lay still not too far from the other two bodies killed by the explosions. The two gun men covering from the entrance of the warehouse were stunned for a minute and later realized their mistakes but before the could compensate, fire from the stinger drove them back in to the warehouse.

Apollux:

Yea I had always visualize dat, so kinda nice adding it in here. This is an image that is close to how early night on Nuterra is.

Now this is beautiful. Proxima 5 revolving around dual star, and nutella revolving around proxima 5 itself. The sight is just too beautiful. Adding pictures might actually give the readers a better understanding. Especially those with little understanding of science. Consider it bro.

Nice update as usual. Marvel is one heck of a crazy dude. I'm just amazed at how one man can have such an arsenal on his body. Keep it coming

bqlekan:
Nice update as usual. Marvel is one heck of a crazy dude. I'm just amazed at how one man can have such an arsenal on his body. Keep it coming

Lol, u haven't seen anything yet. Actually for dis engagement, Marvel came out equipt light. There are heavier engagements coming, dat is when u will really get to see him in full bloom. But let me do a brief run down of his present list. A body armour, a boot with dual sole settings, hard metal and soft rubber. 2 hand guns, the M2000 and NAX gauage 4. The FTL stinger rifle. 5 grenades of several types. HE(high explosive) ,flash bang, termite/phosphorus detonator. Den amour for the grenade launcher on the FTL stinger. Plus a utility belt with power cells and control for d heat sink tech of his amour. An ammo combat for other goodies . Then his wrist com for data and feed back management. ..
Lol.. ..don't mind me, im just having fun playing around with all these.

The rifle clicked on an empty chamber. Marvel pull out the spent clip and slammed in a full one. He ran to the warehouse entrance at once not giving the two men time to recover from their shock. He peered into the store when he got to the wrecked entrance. The smoke have reduced but it was still enough to give him a little cover from those inside. He saw two men running towards a metal steps leading to a railing up at the third level of the warehouse. The warehouse was wide, relatively vacant with empty storage cubes and containers scattered around. Several metal pallets were arranged at the further part of the warehouse, boxes and cartons with spilt contents lay discarded around them. Thin layer of dust covered everything. But Marvel’s attention was on the two fleeing men. A quick glance at the top railings, which seems to be their destination, showed him four people standing there and one of them he was sure is Emmilio. He pulled up the rifle and directed two tri burst of bullets on the running men. His shots were on targets and both men crumbled on a heap. He ran and dove for a container in the room as fire was directed at him from the railings. Bolts upon bolts of lazer fire struck the metal body of the container, but the container was placed in such a way that those at the top railing can’t see the other end where Marvel was crouched. A reason Marvel had considered before diving in here. Well this is a good cover. As much as that is true, it also prevents him from shooting back. Marvel saw that the container is not far from the steps leading to the railing. And once on the steps those shooting at him won’t get a clear shot as he will be climbing to meet them. His mind made up, the bounty hunter dove away from the cover heading for the steps at full running speed. The sudden move surprised the shooters but they immediately recovered and directed their shots at the running man. Marvel felt few bolts strike his back. The heat sink in the body armour dissipate the concentrated heat from the lazer bolts. A tiny red light blinked on a device attached to his belt. A warning that the heat sink will soon overload. Thankfully he was on the steps by then and the bolts could no longer reach him. He reached down on his utility belt, pulled out the small power cell that powers the body armour heat sink device. Then replaced it with the spare cell he always carry along with him. The tiny device showed a green light. The heat sink is back to full power.

Marvel raced up the stairs at fast pace but he was watchful. His shooters are at the third railing, two railings above him at the moment. He knew the authorities must have been alerted and soon mantis police would be swarming this place in their black armoured uniforms with dark visor helmet, heavily armed. So he had to act fast before that happens. He slowed somewhat as he got close to the second railing, taking his time at the bend where the stairs lead to the railing. While taking care steps he heard a whisper. The sound from all the explosions must have rock their ears not to note that their whispers where loud.
“His coming up the stairs, go meet him and blow holes through him. The stairs are narrow, so he won’t be able to run or hide. He is totally exposed. “
Marvel decided to wait just where he is before the second railing. The bend of the step to the railing will hide him from the gunmen’s sight at least for a few seconds giving him previous time to act. He palmed a smart flash bang grenade, energized it but held down on the count down till he is ready to make his move. Few seconds later he heard careful steps coming down from the stairs above. He waited till he was sure they had gotten to the second railing before release the count down. Just a 5 seconds delay. He counted mentally and when it hit 3,he threw the grenade at the railing. The small metal canister made a tiny click sound at it hit the railing.
“Watch out it’s a grenade. “ screamed some one before the bomb exploded releasing a very bright light, that flash for a second and winked out. Though the warehouse is bright enough to dampen the effects of the flash bang, he was hoping for the attendant concussion of the bomb to keep them stunned enough. Marvel moved and when he turned the bend, he saw two men reeling and groping blindly. He wasted no time, he moved the muzzle of his gun into position and depressed the trigger. Armour piercing bullets smashed through their bodies and one of them staggered off the railing as the death throes shook him, he went down two levels below and the body struck down with a dull thud. The second gun man just dropped as if his legs were yanked from under him. As Marvel passed him on his way to the top railing, he pulled some off the dead man.

As he approached the bend to the third railing he slowed down, took a quick peek and noticed no one was standing at the railing. But several doors were before it, all locked except one. Marvel walked towards the open door with exaggerated loud steps, before he got to the door, he threw the coat he pulled from the last dead man at the opening. Lazer fire from inside the room blew the coat to shreds.
“Shi.t my gun’s power cell just got empty. “ said someone from within. Marvel took careful step as he approached the door with his gun leading the way.
“C’mon killer, no need to get worried. I’m practically unarmed seen as my gun is out of lazer juice and my friend here carried no weapon. “the voice spoke again.
When Marvel got to the door he saw two men in the room. It was a large office room Most of the plyowood furniture were either over turned or damaged. Data consoles with shattered screens lay discarded around. And lots off official looking plaspapers were every where scattered everywhere on the floor. The first man was tall above six feet. He was bald with tiny tattoos plastered on his head. His light skin of his face bore the sheen of sweat. He was wearing a white neo satin suit. His bulging muscles strains at the clothes edges. The second person was Emmilio, cowered at a corner and whimpering incoherently.
“You can see I wasn’t lying. You already have me. “ the huge man said throwing his spent lazer gun on the floor and lifting up both hands. “So what’s it gonna be gunslinger, are you gonna just shoot an unarmed man? Seems pretty cowardly don’t you think so? “
Marvel walked into the run, covering but of them with his gun but giving enough space to easily fire.
“I mean for a man of your reputation, killing me like this should be an all time. Low. What’s the fun in that? I guessed you are mighty pissed right now, so will shooting me from that distance give you more satisfaction? “
Marvel said nothing, just looked at the man as he continued his diatribe.

“Hey my man, c’mon, you can still do this up close and personal. “ the man on white continued. Now bringing his hands down, he beckoned with both hands. “come here pretty boy, throw the pea shooters aside and do this like a man. Use your fists and take me down. You can’t be scared, I’m sure a man of your repute can take little me down easily. “
With steady gaze, Marvel looked at him and turned his eyes to Emmilio too, who was still crouched at the corner trying to squeeze himself into a smaller space.
“Oh don’t act chicken. Never deny your self of the privilege of smashing my nose in. “ He continued to goad Marvel. When he saw the bounty hunter point the muzzle of the gun downward and beginning to put it down, he smiled. “Yes yes that is the spirit, come and knock me out senseless. “
“You talk too much. “ Marvel finally replied him. He dropped the stinger rifle after putting up its security lock to make no one else can fire it unless him. He pulled off the bandolier, his utility belt and holster with the two hand guns. He remembered the vibro blade in his boot, but left it there. He wouldn’t need that to take down this overly chattering brute. While getting ready to engage his opponent, his mind still hangs on the thought that time was limited, the mantis cops will be here soon. Well this will be very brief. He reached down to his boot and switched the settings of his sole from soft rubber to hard metal.
“No that is very noble of you but very foolish. “ the man said. “My name is Omaha, just wanted you to know the name of the person that will plummet you. “
Feigning a bored expression, Marvel said, “Are you planning to use those hands or just talk me to death, Omaha? “
“Damn you. “ the large man said as he rushed the bounty hunter.

Omaha’s move was photographic, so Marvel saw the roundhouse punch long before it was delivered. So he ducked and side stepped. The big man raced pass with his punch hitting nothing but air. He turned angrily, breathing heavily. He must have put a lot of energy in that single punch. Marvel waited for him to come back on, allowing impatience to show on him. Omaha moved again but this time his steps were slower and more calculated. He threw several punches at Marvel, which he parried expeditiously. Marvel noticed Omaha is not a trained fighter, he is just a street thug used to intimidating lesser people with his size and strength. Well Marvel will educate him on what it means to tangle with a trained fighter. He stopped toying with him by parrying his punches. An opening appeared after Marvel deflected a punch and he lashed out at Omaha, smashing his fist by the side of his head. The blow staggered the large man. As his stumbled, Marvel closed the gap with quick steps, his boots making heavy thud sounds as he moved across the floor. Evidence of the second setting of the boots’ soles. Omaha stood and tried to raise his hands weakly to deflect any punch coming across his way. Marvel just lashed his booted foot at the opening around his chest. The iron soled boot hit the chest and caving in the ribs and internal organ. Omaha starting whizzing as his lungs couldn’t support his breathing that much. Broken ribs on his chest created internal bleeding. He bent slightly holding his chest and sides as he stumbled. Marvel stood before him waiting. As the big thug lifted his face to spew out a curse, Marvel punch him straight at the nose, hard. Nasal bones and cartilage collapsed under the impact. Splinter of the bones were pushed upwards and pierced the brains. Thick blood flew from his nose and mouth, staining his white suit colouring it red. The huge staggered, fell heavily on the floor and lay unmoving. After a while Marvel retrieved his weapon, moved to the whimpering Emmilio at the corner he was keeping him self. Marvel knew of only one way to carry him out of this place with struggling. He pulled out his NAX GAUGE 4 hand gun, putting it on a low stun setting, he shot Emmilio and he collapsed into a sleep that will keep him under for two hours.

Yeeeeaaah chapter 4 just ended on an explosive note (dat is I hope u guys find it dat way). So now some tips. Marvel have a side kick called Hardwire, he is yet to make an appearance. But he is responsible for all d insane gadgets used by the bounty hunter and the illegal modifications in them.
Will also let u know dat d real deal in dis story will be starting from chapter 5. All we have just been reading is just an intro, lots more r coming. The plots r just so much dat it will need another part of the story to tell it all. Will be feeding u with the details as time goes on

So guys lets get more of ur inputs, contributions, criticism, ideas.... possible plot directions. ..want to have as much fun as possible writing dis and participating.
Pls u guys should follow me too, so u can always get latest updates. And help me introduce dis story to others u think will love to read and action sci fi here. I hope my thread gets to front page one of these days... Lol. Thanks guy for been here. Chapter 5 may come in later today or tomorrow.

great work bro. keep it up

maggdon:
great work bro. keep it up

Thanks I'm honoured

Sorry guys for the late update. Was kinda busy. ..planning a trip, intending to get another job. So I have been running around. Here is the beginning of chapter 5.

Chapter Five

The air car wobbled and a shrill sound whined for a second then died off. Alf shook his head sadly as he piloted the air car.
“What can possibly be the problem this time? “ asked a slim red haired man sitting at the passenger seat.
“Can’t say actually, Brad. It could be that the airfoil vent is covered with dust.” Alf replied. The air car was an old battered jalopy that have been new during the late mining period years back. Well a land car would have suited their cover better but the air car will give them relative speed. But seeing it is a rented car that is almost falling to pieces as it flew, there won’t be suspicions on how low level job seekers can afford to rest an air car.
“Hey that is Mr. Bradly Backer to you, Mr. Alfonso McCarthy. “Brad said as both of them broke out laughing.
Alf knew this was just a way to easy the tension growing within them. They are both experienced field intelligence operatives with some successful jobs to their credit. As simple as this present job is with a full proof cover for them, one of the first lesson you learn at intelligence cadet class is never take any undercover job for granted. And an easy and simple job can still get you killed.
Though this is their first time of taking an assignment outside of government controlled solar system, but Alf have visited the colonies before but that was in another star system, not the red dwarf covered by two very bright binary star neighbors.
It have been easy for them to assume their new personalities. Psychometric probing and analysis have also helped in their modifications. Even if caught, no amount of truth serum or neuro analyzer can bring up their true self.
The job is simple. Some people within the military intelligence part of the earth government have become suspicious about the corporations in Nuterra. That underground plans are going on with a sinister motive. Their job is just to look around for any single trace of it and report back. A full investigation is not needed. Just a sign is enough. Anyway earth government have always been looking for the slightest excuse to come down hard on the mega corporations.

At the moment they are on their way to a construction site where they have secured jobs as low level foreman. But the rumor is that somewhere around that area is an underground bunker where some kind of weapons illegal for corporations to possess are hidden. All that is needed is for them to see it. Their job is as good as done.
“Hey Alf, you are awfully quiet, hope you are still not on earth. This is Nuterra. “ Brad joke as he chew on a synprotein loaf.
“Nothing, just thinking about the job ahead. “ Alf looked through the various panels on the car dashboard. The altimeter shows they are 5,000 feet and descending. The auto-navi system must have kicked in immediately they started approaching their destination. It had very limited programming and is an old model. So it didn’t inform the occupants when it started its descent. “Brad what do you think about this job, think we can pull it of easily?”
“Sure thing Alf my bud. Simplest assignment I ever had. Besides… “ Brad tapped his back sides. “…if things go south, this little baby here is guaranteed to get us out of tight spot. “ He was tapping the lazer gun tucked into his belt behind. It’s a new model of ceramic polymer that can elude detection from X-ray, magnetic resonance and thermal energy reading scanners. That gun is almost undetectable unless by visual scan. An identical gun was also tucked by Alf under his belt.
Alf strongly wished no situation that will move him to use his gun will be presented. They don’t have a stun gun and littering dead bodies always create questions and complications. Both of which they seriously don’t need now.
“Brad get ready, we are almost there. “ Alf said as he checked the instruments again. He punched in a landing pattern on the air car.
Brad quickly finished chewing his loaf and drank his last swallow from a stim coffee styrofoam cup. “Ok boss man, right behind you. “ he laughed.

dis one small na

maggdon:
dis one small na

Lol, alright let me give u more

Alf and Brad came out as soon as the air car landed. This place was supposed to be a construction site located at the fringes of the ever expanding city of New Haven. The site is owned by PetraMax Logistics , an actual unconnected front company for Iris System Securities. But the building of this site is handled by Ever Quest corporations. What was being built are several underground duracrete silos for storage of multiple agricultural products. They got cleared by the security at the gate. The sun was just rising and bathing the area in warm glows. Several huge construction bot machines were about, all still quite waiting for their operators. Few people in construction garb milled around, but Alf noticed that the numbers were fewer than what should already be here by the start of work on a morning. They walked through the large open construction area heading to the office where they can clock in and join others to start working for the day. The office is a temporary constructed blocks of plasticrete arranged at an area out of the way of the work going on. They rang the door bell when they got to a door marked SITE ADMIN OFFICE. The door opened and admitted them. As soon as they entered, they knew it was a trap. The room was dark and nobody appeared to be in the place. It didn’t even look like an office. No desk or chairs, just an empty dark room.
“Look hard Brad, this have odd smell. “ Alf called out quietly to his colleague as he reached down his belt for his lazer pistol. Brad followed the example of his partner. They both didn’t have any tool with them to see into the dark, but they still tried to strain their eyes to make out tiny details. An odd smell assaulted Alf’s nose. The smell was odd not because he is unfamiliar with it, but the smell is out of place in this environment. It was the smell of fresh blood. Before he could think further, bright light came on in the room.
The first thing the light revealed were dead bodies thrown on the plasticrete floor of the office blood oozing from several wounds on them. Alf recognized some of them as the people he had met here earlier when he came to be interviewed for this job. That means all the people working in this office have been slaughtered. These are fresh kills. But why will any body want to kill them? Does it have anything to do with-.
“Stop wondering punk, you are on the next item on the menu you just witnessed .” came from a slow gruff voice. Heavy footsteps accompanying it. The steps came from the dark area of the office not yet covered by the light.

When the speaker came into the light, his visage shocked Alf. It was of a man about seven feet tall. His face have heavily serrated scar tissues. The worst is his jaw. His flash and bone jaws have been replaced with gleaming metal construct with saw edge razor sharp teeth. His torso was unclothed and as heavily scarred as his face. Scar tissues on his arm and chest were covered by metal plates. His right arm ended in a robotic hand. While the stomp on his left hand was grafted in a lazer gun affixed with two vibro blade on both sides. He was wearing a short green pants that extended to his knees. And below that, his legs where encased in cybernetic prosthetic limbs in shape of three metal digit that grabbed the floor like a bird’s talons. His skin colour was marble white like he was chiseled from stone.
Alf took a look at his face again and noticed that this man have no eyes, just optic goggles grafted to his face. It was also then Alf notice the blood and pieces of flesh hanging from the metal lower jaws of this monster. He felt Brad stiffen at his side as other six men came out from the dark to join the first person.
“I’m Cyclobad. I am the signature on your death sentence letter. “ He gave out a throaty laugh that chilled the blood in the veins of the two undercover agents.
As Alf and Brad lifted their guns to shoot, two stun beams struck them from behind and they crumbled.
“Take them to the recycling plant. “ Cyclobad said as he came closer to observed the stun bodies. “But first I’m hungry and this here are fresh meats. “ He reached down with his face extending his metal jaws wide.

nice 1.. more wisdom

Marvel saw the three huge metal balls flash before his sight, he didn’t think before the dove to the ground and rolled at three different angles, dodging each point of impacts of the metal balls. He ran forward, jumped over an obstacle, crawled beneath another. At that same momentum he jumped high, grabbed a swinging rope. He did several aerobatics, swinging from one rope to the other, rolling though several aerial hurdles and landing on a balanced beam two and half meters high. From there he did a flip back somersault and landed perfectly on the floor. He did another round of calisthenics for 30 minutes before he was interrupted. He is in his work out space. A room having twelve levels of danger hurdles to overcome, everyday he is here to keep his edge keen and his muscles always trimmed. He just got through the eight level before this interruption.
The green light blinking was to get his attention. Before starting his exercises, he had put the room on audio silence but left the light on for emergency. He deactivated the audio silence.
“Sir you have an alpha level security encrypted call from one Mr. Lamont Ludwig Nicolas. “ came the voice of the Artificial Defense Assistant (ADA).
“OK ADA hold the call upstairs, will be joining you. “

Marvel deactivated the exercise room, moved to a lift and punched in the button for the second floor above. The lift took him to a wide sitting room. Very spacious with just three chairs, a table, an auto wine dispenser and a whole wide wall with edge to edge plastiglass see through window . Soft morning sun light streaming through. Showing the image of Imra lake. The name from which the small city had gotten its name. Imra is an agricultural place. The land around here makes it an ideal place for that. Several farming settlements own by three mega corporations SynTech industries, UltraBotex and Gentitech Agro field. From across the windows, Marvel could see the calm face of the lake, beyond the images of the few sky rise buildings existing in Imra, also huge dome shape silos and hydroponics factories, where new methods for planting, growing and harvesting of all food types takes place in weeks. Just beyond that, other ways of genetic food augmentation and experimentation takes place. Imra is a beautiful place, with lots of natural scenery that attracts tourists and a place to sooth ones mind after a hand work like he does.
As he crossed the room, the sunlight from the window played over his gleaming sweet covered body. The weather satellite services had set today’s weather for a worm sunny day. Marvel paid non of this heed, he still felt incomplete not having finished his twelve workout stages. But what he had to now is equally important. A blue coloured 3D holo display of a lady in her early 20s dressed like a corporate secretary walked into the room as soon as Marvel appeared.
“Sir the call is still on hold. “ the holo image said.
The 3D hologram is a creation of Hardwire. When he made the ADA for Marvel, he had decided to add the holo image, according to him, to give the Artificial Defense Assistant a personality. Funny thing is the image he made for it was of a corporate secretary he had a crush on when he was still a corporate lackey.
“Put the call through the wall display. “ Marvel said as he sat down on a soft neoleather and plaswood sette facing a part of the wall that turned into a display screen. “Give me some privacy ADA but make sure you record every thing about to happen now. Do a low level passive trace to the source of the call. “
“Ok sir. “the hologram said and vanished.

Wow! Wow! This is getting more interesting. Thanks for the update. All the best in your endeavours op

bqlekan:
Wow! Wow! This is getting more interesting. Thanks for the update. All the best in your endeavours op

Thanks. I think d real drama is just unfolding

After Marvel had apprehended Emmilio, he had dropped him at the bounty hunter office ran by greedy bulging eyes idiot called Farrell. Marvel is not an official member of the bounty hunters association, but he is government registered and recognized. His reputation made it such that he gets given the tough cases most of the other members of the bounty hunters association can’t or are unwilling to handle. He handed over Emmilio to Farrell so the bounty owner can claim him. So having cleared that he decided looking up the new job offer. He gave the security number passed to him by Nicolas to ADA to make the call. It was a risky thing. That will expose him to whoever is on the other end. The can through that connection hack his security system and access sensitive data. But heavy duty fire wall is set up on his system to guard against that. And besides the moment his ADA detects any threats, it breaks the sensitive data storage into smaller units that are automatically disconnected and moved else where. The display showed several colours while waiting for the security to get cleared. The colours cleared and the image of Nicolas appeared. He was still putting on his customary white suit, sitting on a white seat Marvel was sure is a hover chair. This time the images around him where allowed to show through the display.
“Mr. Marvel Alistar, good to see you again. I heard you did an excellent job with Emmilio. As efficient as your reputation had annunciate. Several corporate heads were quite impressed and our confidence in your was reaffirmed. “
“Please just can all these and go to what you want with me. “ Marvel said impatiently.
“Certainty Mr. Marvel Alistar, but first… “ he tapped on some buttons on the arm rest of his hover chair. “We just completed the up front payment of your accepted fee, two million uni-credits. We will pay for the expenses as soon as you give us a specified figure for the amount. “

“ADA confirm that. “ Marvel said.
“Affirmative sir, your e-net account just got credited with two million uni-credits. “ the hologram came on and said that then vanished again.
“Now we are in business, what do u want from me, Mr Nicolas. “
Before replying , the head of Trans Terra International punched more keys on the keypad of his chair, a small picture of a man in his 30s, wearing a white lab coat with a stripe flax shirt underneath. He was wearing an ancient wire rimmed glasses with tiny bits of attachments that Marvel could see.
“That is Dr. Bryant Mckinnley. “ the corporate head said. “But a problem is inherent with that. “
“And what will the problem be? “Marvel asked when he was saying nothing further immediately.
“Well our records shows that the doctor is deceased. “
“Great now you want me to help you get a dead man. “ Marvel said with heavy sarcasm. “ It’s not something I have done before, but considering what you are paying me, may just give it a shot. “
“Nothing so crude Mr. Marvel Alistar. Let me tell you what happened. Dr. Bryant was a former employee of the TTI. He was a brilliant scientist, who headed the research and development department. He was on a new project on alternate and exotic power generation. We had a research base on B512, an asteroid off planet. The doctor was with another of his colleague, Dr. Louis Guthrie. “ here a second image appeared by the side of the first one. It was a picture of an old man of around 60 lean with hooked nose, droopy eyes, weathered skin and wispy white hairs.
“Both were working on the same project on that asteroid when there was an explosion. The facility was totally destroyed. While we were able to recover damaged body parts that identified the remains as belonging to Dr. Bryant, for his colleague, nothing was found. Though there were unsubstantiated rumors that Dr. Louis survived we however have no proof of it. “

“So why don’t you put your efforts in trying to confirm the rumor about Dr. Louis? I think he is the one you should be worried about, instead of a dead doctor who you have a positive evidence of him being dead. “
The corporate head smiled broadly as if relishing a private joke. “Well matters ain’t as simple as that otherwise we wouldn’t have needed your services. Neither of the two men where a problem to us, at least not at first. Dr. Bryant was obviously dead and Dr. Louis whether dead or alive was no longer a concern of ours, since he committed no crime, all we know is he disappeared during an industrial accident. “
“Don’t your corporate responsibilities include your concern over the welfare of your employees? “Marvel asked with a broad bored yawn.
“Well our corporate responsibilities doesn’t involve looking for a man who for all intent and purpose may just be dead. Since no evidence yet of his demise, nothing we can hold on to. And we can invest resources on a mere rumor. “
“Guess that is a polite way of telling me that is non of my business. “ Marvel waved dismissively. “So what do you want from me? “
“Three of our heavily guarded and highly prized facilities on Nuterra have been attacked and valuable data hacked? “
“Could have been the works of cleverly planned heists by data pirates. “
“ No it doesn’t appear that way. “ Nicolas insisted. “Those facilities were too heavily guarded for data pirates to be able to break into it. The attacks lasted less than three minutes. “
“Ok now you got my attention. “ Marvel intoned his mind already on over drive.
“All security records shows the attacks where carried out by a single person. The video feed were corrupted but something was gleaned from the little that could be recovered. Who ever it is had something on that disrupted electronic signals and rendered security data acquisition inert. But still we got something. “ Here the image on the view screen stop talking for a while, his face showed several expressions at once all in a few seconds and settled on something close to fear.

“We got a partial DNA reading. The sample was of the deceased Dr. Bryant.”
The room went deadly quiet and Marvel mind reeled at the possibility. Of course the corporate magnate could be lying or the whole thing could be just a trick. But from the expression on the man’s face, he believed what ever it is he just said.
“That is not possible unless you have other explanations. “ Marvel said finally to break the silence.
“No other explanations. Extensive diagnosis was carried out on the security footage on all three places attacked, they all came out with the same results. Video feed disruptive field generation and the little DNA scan results, nothing else. “
“Ok. I will look for your dead doctor. So any way your people can track him yet? “
Nicolas shook his head on the negative. “Non that we have been able to come up with yet. The video feed disruptive field on him also obscures all tracking device, either by satcom, high altitude drone or lazer grid triangulation. Non have worked. “ He almost said something else but Nichols controlled him self and held back that very tiny bit of useful information.
“So do you have anything useful to tell me? “
“Yes, as a matter of fact, all the sites attacked by him are always high security data grid center. So we have a list of other possible targets he may attack in the nearest future. “
“Good Mr. Nicolas. Send me the addresses. And upload all the raw security footage from the attack site. I don’t need a modified version. I want non tampered data. I will look at it and may get something out of it. “
“That is already been done now. Thanks for accepting this job. “

“No gratitude necessary. You are paying me for the job. Well expenses will cost you another fifty thousand Nuterra credits. I will receive that up front too.”
“Data received. Also 50000 have just been credited to your e-net account.” ADA holo image appeared for two seconds and disappeared again.
“So how long are you giving me to end this for you? “
“No particular time frame but we will be asking for you to expedite this job. These attacks have put on hold a lot of our business concerns. “
“ Will do just that. Your money speaks for you. “
“That’s reassuring. But on a personal note, Mr. Marvel Alistar, I will advise serious caution. This target is very deadly. He took out well trained heavily armed squads of Mantis police. “
“Will keep that in mind. “ Marvel said as he broke up the connection.

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Lol. Ok but dat will be much later. I'm on my way on a very long trio today. Job search things. The trip will take me from morning till night