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                                                                            Chapter I
                                                                      One Into the Breach

The sky was tinged with green, had been that way since last week.  If he had to guess he'd say it was something to do with the atmosphere but then again he wasn't bred to understand that.  No Tre Ight had been bred as a warrior; then again he was also bred to evade and had been doing that for well on twenty years now.  The bomb that went off was a blessing in disguise for many of them, he was no exception. He surveyed the landscape, barren not a tree or even cactus in sight, then again he was in the Waste Sector; reported by many on the northwestern side of the Crag to be devoid of all life.

Tre checked his pack again, foodstuffs, water, three thirty eight millimeter magazines; the thirty eight they went to was on his hip, he cleared and checked that took the water out and began to a draw from it, he was ready. He started to sprint across the desert looking each way slowly as he went; they told him the part would be in an inhabited tent town to the west so he kept due west until he heard the crackle on his radio go off, it had been a few years maybe ten, he didn't know but the mundy's always talked about how this land used to have radio waves from shore to shore, well that was before the eve of 2140, now what some calculated as a century later(nobody really knew for sure) there were only small pockets of radio signal left, so Tre listened like he was taught to do when the radio started to crackle he knew his goal was in sight.

"'She is well guarded sir'" was the first thing Tre heard

"'I told you to stay off this link solider, if I hear you again it'll be three months in the hot box'" came the reply.

Tre perked up and kept running toward the signal when he saw the first movements he stopped and hit the rocks directly in front of him undoing the strap but not drawing or cocking his weapon, he slowed his breathing; best not to overdo it, he was always told.  Look, listen, calm that was what they taught you in the Altered Corps, of course that was when there were Altered Corps

                                                                             *-_-_-_-*

Nov. 2120 North Am. Alter A Corp NW

He awoke in a congealed tube, his head hurt he couldn't remember the past couple of days or even his name

"Subject 023844, I see you are awake" came a cold voice

He tried to look in the direction of the voice

"Easy there, you're vision will be blurry for a few more hours" came a more humane voice that was closer

"Subject 3844 hawk variant, seems to be responding to the stimulus we gave him, Dr Trove check his vitals"

"Heart rate/pulse is 55 breathing normal, not sporadic, blood pressures, a little elevated though that is to be expected sir"

The confused man looked around slowly trying to ascertain what exactly happened, the last thing he remembered was signing another contract for the military, some sort of experiment; funny thing is he couldn't remember a thing

"Here's the jest of it two-three-eight-four-four, you have no identity now because we haven't assigned one to you, you are ours to mold, and maintain, you are property of the North American Altered Corps; the next step in our war on those that would harm us.  You were spliced with a hawk in hopes of it helping you see but it seems during your hibernation you presented a new power, the power to actually…." The voice paused as if searching for the words "shift, as it were into that animal; it seems this ability laid dormant in your DNA til acted upon, this to say the least is very interesting"

Two-Three-Eight looked at the screen that was ahead of him, "So what do you want from me?"

"It is simple Two-Three-Eight, you will work for us, and save the United States"

"From what?"

"Itself"

Two-Three-Eight nodded at this, knowing nothing of what he just agreed to.

                                                                  *-_-_-_-_-*

She sat in the chair in the dusty opening hoping that Tre Eight wouldn't come, she knew better than him it was a trap, but knowing there commander would demand that Rat be found.  She was vitally important to them, as one of the few people who could shapeshift into other humans and smaller animals she was vital to some of the tribes more delicate enteries, she sighed

If only they hadn't signed on with the US Altered Corps they wouldn't be in this mess She thought

No, you would be dead came the intruding voice she knew as Drake

"You know you should really stop that, you have me in your freaking lair, isn't this when you're supposed to do the big reveal?"

"In due time milady in due time"

Rat sighed and tried to close her eyes and calm herself, this is going to be a long one she could tell.

Description
                                                                            Chapter I
                                                                      One Into the Breach

The sky was tinged with green, had been that way since last week.  If he had to guess he'd say it was something to do with the atmosphere but then again he wasn't bred to understand that.  No Tre Ight had been bred as a warrior; then again he was also bred to evade and had been doing that for well on twenty years now.  The bomb that went off was a blessing in disguise for many of them, he was no exception. He surveyed the landscape, barren not a tree or even cactus in sight, then again he was in the Waste Sector; reported by many on the northwestern side of the Crag to be devoid of all life.

Tre checked his pack again, foodstuffs, water, three thirty eight millimeter magazines; the thirty eight they went to was on his hip, he cleared and checked that took the water out and began to a draw from it, he was ready. He started to sprint across the desert looking each way slowly as he went; they told him the part would be in an inhabited tent town to the west so he kept due west until he heard the crackle on his radio go off, it had been a few years maybe ten, he didn't know but the mundy's always talked about how this land used to have radio waves from shore to shore, well that was before the eve of 2140, now what some calculated as a century later(nobody really knew for sure) there were only small pockets of radio signal left, so Tre listened like he was taught to do when the radio started to crackle he knew his goal was in sight.

"'She is well guarded sir'" was the first thing Tre heard

"'I told you to stay off this link solider, if I hear you again it'll be three months in the hot box'" came the reply.

Tre perked up and kept running toward the signal when he saw the first movements he stopped and hit the rocks directly in front of him undoing the strap but not drawing or cocking his weapon, he slowed his breathing; best not to overdo it, he was always told.  Look, listen, calm that was what they taught you in the Altered Corps, of course that was when there were Altered Corps

                                                                             *-_-_-_-*

Nov. 2120 North Am. Alter A Corp NW

He awoke in a congealed tube, his head hurt he couldn't remember the past couple of days or even his name

"Subject 023844, I see you are awake" came a cold voice

He tried to look in the direction of the voice

"Easy there, you're vision will be blurry for a few more hours" came a more humane voice that was closer

"Subject 3844 hawk variant, seems to be responding to the stimulus we gave him, Dr Trove check his vitals"

"Heart rate/pulse is 55 breathing normal, not sporadic, blood pressures, a little elevated though that is to be expected sir"

The confused man looked around slowly trying to ascertain what exactly happened, the last thing he remembered was signing another contract for the military, some sort of experiment; funny thing is he couldn't remember a thing

"Here's the jest of it two-three-eight-four-four, you have no identity now because we haven't assigned one to you, you are ours to mold, and maintain, you are property of the North American Altered Corps; the next step in our war on those that would harm us.  You were spliced with a hawk in hopes of it helping you see but it seems during your hibernation you presented a new power, the power to actually…." The voice paused as if searching for the words "shift, as it were into that animal; it seems this ability laid dormant in your DNA til acted upon, this to say the least is very interesting"

Two-Three-Eight looked at the screen that was ahead of him, "So what do you want from me?"

"It is simple Two-Three-Eight, you will work for us, and save the United States"

"From what?"

"Itself"

Two-Three-Eight nodded at this, knowing nothing of what he just agreed to.

                                                                  *-_-_-_-_-*

She sat in the chair in the dusty opening hoping that Tre Eight wouldn't come, she knew better than him it was a trap, but knowing there commander would demand that Rat be found.  She was vitally important to them, as one of the few people who could shapeshift into other humans and smaller animals she was vital to some of the tribes more delicate enteries, she sighed

If only they hadn't signed on with the US Altered Corps they wouldn't be in this mess She thought

No, you would be dead came the intruding voice she knew as Drake

"You know you should really stop that, you have me in your freaking lair, isn't this when you're supposed to do the big reveal?"

"In due time milady in due time"

Rat sighed and tried to close her eyes and calm herself, this is going to be a long one she could tell.