The bus drove by his house.
Voro was still quietly frowning at the back of it while the transport kept rolling forward. The stop that interested him was a bit further.
He exited the bus in front of the tall gray concrete facade of FBAM bureau building and head straight to the large glass entrance.
"Hey hey, you can`t get in here, government property, back off pal"
Quick flash of his Hunter Id and he pushed open the doors and stormed in. The secretary smiled politely and bowed as he entered the reception area.
"Hello sir how ma"SLAM
"Director Ellias Thorne, where is his office" Voro didn`t wait for her to finish.
A surprising amount of people in similar tactical gear turned their heads towards him. Some with normal and expect able guns and rifles, others like him, swords and spears.
Most of them didn`t look at him with nice eyes and those that did, slowly sipped their drink while they waited in line. Patiently, like normal people.
"Now please calm down"SLAMS AGAIN. Voro was pissed for a while now and he did not care what others thought
"Ellias. Thorne. Which office" The desk veneer started to bend in his fingers
"Umm....he is....on. umm.....27th floor..sir" She started to sweatingly put in something at the computer and then mumble out the answer to him
"Thank you, very much" sarcastic smile and he went to the elevator.
Of course, few of the not nice faced fellas came with him, without any word with just silent expressions. Ding They came in, Voro came in.
"What floor you guys are going for?" He pressed the number 27
.....
"Alright"
Ding
"Not my problem"
And the doors closed
25
26
27
Ding
Voro came out of the elevator alone with now mix of green and red on his body.
"Sir I have to inform you about a problem" a receptionist form the floor ran a bit behind him with a sweat
"What" he didn`t look at her as he looked for the door labeled Thorne
"I have to inform you, that Mr. Thorne isn`t at his office right now"
"I know"
"Then ... please leave the building" She started to sweat more
"No" He found the door with ElliasThorne - Hunter Training and Containment Manager
Containment Manager.
'That`s slick fuck' The door was closed of course, but it didn`t really made matter
thomp
"SIRE PLEASE STOP"
THOMP
"SECURITY!!!"
CRASH
The wood broke after only 3 kicks and fell in. Voro looked at.....an empty room. Just a desk, some plain paper, and a lamp.. nothing else. The light wasn`t even on.
Except for the red tape on the floor around where the door was kicked in.
'Oh god damm it'
[ YOU SHOULD HAVE STOPPED AT THE ELEVATOR HUNTER VANE ]
The receptionist ran away into the corridor while proper guards, not the buffy bald Hunter-candidates from the elevator, came into the room.
Voro slowly got his hands up
[ NO NO, TOO LATE FOR POLITENESS]
6 heavily armored guys dropped him to the ground and bonded his hands, legs and all of them together.
[ PUT THEM WITH THE OTHER SUBJECTS ]
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Voro was tossed into a gurney hovering over a suspicious hole on the bottom floor of the building, his limbs locked in large steel blocks that kept humming with low-resonating frequency of weird electronics. Annoyingly, the metal kept making his muscles move and contract, basically making him unable to use them if he wanted to.
The elevator went down deep.
The air grew colder and concrete became dirt and stone only held by simple metal poles on the sides. At the bottom there was a clean large cave, at least 10 meters tall with military equipment everywhere.
On one of the sides there were white clinically clean boxes - big squire boxes - and doctors or scientists walking in and out of it. Other side had soldiers and their tents, guns, radars etc.
And in front a familiar sight.
The black Tower .
But here it was in the ground and in the ceiling.
Guards pushed Voro towards one of the white boxes and one scientist next to it.
"Who`s that?"
"Subject..." checking his phone "9"
"hmph, put him in" He opened a glass door on the side with his id card and the 6 guys all pushed Voro inside. "Chair, cuffs here, one leaves inside until he`s secured"
They followed his orders quietly and cuffed Voro to the chair in the middle of the floor. Voro kept looking around as they did so, until he got smacked in the face to stop moving.
"Good. You can leave now"
The room was empty apart from the chair and the guy on it.
Speakers turned on [Lets see.....Subject 9, name ...V.Vane. Correct]
Only answer was a side eye look towards the speaker
[Don`t ]
Zzappp
Voltage ran through the chair and into his arms. And it went for a while. It reached his stomach and lungs and finally, his brain
Bits of smoke came off of him.
[V.VANE. Is that your name? Yes or no]
"...yes..."
[GOOD. Then stop being annoying and talk like a normal human being next time]
Speakers turn off
The humming of his metal-cuff-blocks was the only sound in the room ,even more annoying then before.
Behind him was the only window in the room, barely visible if he stretched his head far enough. And there was the speaker voice, dressed in a white lab coat and accompanied by the same guards that brought him in.
'mmmm This is getting more interesting' as he could actually see what was going on even further behind them - a convoy were bringing what looked like a homeless man towards the Tower and threw him directly at it.
The homeless man guy got up and saw the system window
"He he....HE HE HE...I`M LEAVING YOU FUCKS" and the light appeared, and the guy disappeared.
Scientists gathered up where he vanished and recorded what they could, and left to what they were doing before. As for the one in charge of Voro, he finished up the business with the guards and he could go back to his subject, who just lowered his head and breathed heavily.
Speakers cracked [Stop pretending. We know what you can handle]
No response
[Yes yes of course you will]
ZZZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPP
[Get up]
[We have things we need from you]
The doors re-opened and the guy came in with a large syringe and belts to hold him down.
As soon as he touched the skin , Voro snapped and attempted to bite the hand with the needle. Of course , he failed.
"Tsk Every time" The lab coat dropped his stuff and went briefly outside.
'Now' Voro started to do everything he could to move the chair or his body out of the chair, trying to break restrains, wiggle out of the cuffs or bite them.
Slowly the bolts on the chair legs started to whistle as they moved. Slowly.
"Ah this should work better" He didnt notice the man come back through the door with a large gun-like contraption "Now please , try to talk to me"
"Fuck you"
"Perfect" before Voro could even finish swearing, red smoke came out of the thing and into his mouth. Soon the lungs.
And later - the brain.
And even later - Voro had no idea since he went unconscious.