The doctor glanced from Anastasia, to Kitt, and then back to his employer as she walked away. He tore at his thin hair and rounded on his assistant "We cannot kill this one off... We cannot!" The assistant backed away slightly, eyes wide "Why ever not? You heard the boss, she wants him finished..."
The doctor shook his head again, hands wringing, pulling at his own skin, eyes darting at Kitt in his cell "Dont you see?" He pointed with shaking hands at the whiteboard of calculations and graphs "Dont you see what this means!?" His fist slammed into the whiteboard, making his assistant jump "He was not born with his ability! Unlike the others, this ability that he has is not natural!"
Head shaking, the assistant backed away to the far end of the lab "What does that mean Alister? What do you mean?" The doctor roared, either in pain or anguish "You still dont understand!? His abilities, his power was implanted in him. From a young age I assume... And as I can also assume, for military purposes!" He was jabbering now, talking fast, eyes always checking for Anastasia coming back "Those men, those Russians... They're after him... They need him. Why!?"
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-[Sokol1 HIND-helicopter Gunship - New York ] -
"This is Sokol1, we have lost ze targets, I repeat, we have lost ze targets..." The pilot, a sharp eyed hawk with a thick drawling accent pulled sharply on the controls, bringing the gunship in a lazy arc back towards the edge of the city.
Back at the bunker complex Russian troops continued to storm through the levels. Scientists where shot dead where they stood, pleas and cries of help falling on tinted visors. The men moved swiftly, executing a plan so perfect nothing could go wrong. And yet it had... The others had escaped, the First Child was still not found, locked somewhere in the compound, and time was running out... If they did not find him soon... the Second Child would not tolerate another failure...
-[Military Bunker Compound - Outside New York ]-
Outside the bunker the three HIP-8 helicopters still sat on the tarmac, now silent and still. Each was surrounded by five guards, the rest inside the bunker, searching. A figure stepped down from the third helicopter , boots crunching on the tarmac.
A vixen with bright amber eyes stared calculatingly up at the sun and then back down at the bunker entrance, now blown open and burnt. She wore a military jacket, pristine and displaying a proud cadet badge. She sighed and turned to the nearest guard "This is taking too long... My brother must be found..."