Krun Island ,Miko Technologies-Bio-tech facility
“Jonas you have to be getting tired of eating that same thing every day”
Jonas looked up from his turkey and mayo sandwich with white bread and scoffed off his friend from across the table. With a slight grin on his face he explained his predicament.
“Do you realize my wife would kill me if I told her I hadn’t eaten her food?”
His co-worker exploded into laughter and pounded his fist on the table three times before wrestling control of himself. He returned his attention to the small bowl of cod stew in front of him and scooped a spoonful of the steaming broth up into his mouth. The warmth of the stew ran down his spine and he shivered as the cold came again.
Krun Island was far north of the arctic circle and sat at the distant edge of UD1 territorial waters. It was the perfect place for volatile biological research. Not that the cold made anything easier, just less likely to end the human race. There was a meager crew of twenty researchers stationed on the island, each one would commute there for two day shifts by ferry.
Jonas had arrived two hours ago, so he had a long and cold two days of work in front of him. He stashed his remaining food in his small tin box and then stood up from the small foldable table that sat in the center of his shared bunk room. He dropped the box off on his bed then pulled the double layered parka over himself that he had to wear. He nodded goodbye to his roommate and stepped outside through the airlock. Checking to make sure had a tight grip on the guide wire that ran from structure to structure he trekked his way from the living quarters to the central Bio-lab.
Minutes later he slammed the door shut behind him and began to stomp the wet snow off of his boots. The security guard checked his retinas and then cleared him into the facility. The suit up process was arduous in the cold room and a little awkward as well. The heavy bio-suit resembled a space suit more than a hazmat system. It was tier zero protection and was totally self sustained, the only threat to him in this was pure radiation.
Pushing through the aerogel compound door and into the lab he nodded to the second guard and proceeded to his work station. He walked up to a female technician and linked his comm network into hers.
“What’s on the agenda today Miyuka?”
The young japanese women gave a chuckle as he asked.
“Aside from developing WMD’s?”
“Nah, just in general” asked Jonas with a dry tone.
Her tone became more serious as did her facial expression.
“Umm... says were replicating an imported compound called blade, sounds dark”
“That comes with the work I’d say”
He took the clipboard from her and looked over the compounds properties, it was incredibly advanced. Myuka handed him a tiny sealed vial of colorless liquid. He placed the small container in a ion agitation conduit and switched the machine on. This would hopefully separate the compound into its base elements, it’d better work. The cutting edge machine cost more than a small passenger jet.
The next day Myuka rushed through the living quarters and barged into jonas’ room. She roused him awake and spoke in a rushed and excited tone.
“Jona, we’ve replicated it, me and Kris worked through the night and created a perfect copy of the original substance. We’re demonstrating its effects on three prisoners tonight”
The news was sent in a weakly encrypted transmission back to Miko HQ in Farsight. But somebody else had picked up on it.
Farsight District, UD1
Hugh sat comfortably in his father's leather loveseat with a small black controller in his hands and a energy drink at his side. He was completely immersed in his video game.
The game was Genesis of a Warrior on the Tri-beat game system. He and his close friends were playing a 100 player online match against another clan, in his mind nothing was more important than winning that particular skirmish over bravo objective.
His priorities changed when his mother walked in with her full navy dress uniform on. He immediately shut off the game. Putting the controller down on the seat he ran over to her and shot his arms around her as she did the same. Rolling tears of joy came down his cheeks as his mother came home from a four month long deployment.
“You’re home!”
She didn’t answer but only held the embrace and lifted him into the air. Little did either of them know, a much longer deployment was to come.
