++ Bonnie Mk. IClack, clack, clack.
...Clack, clack, clack.
The sound of expensive business shoes on the pristine white floors always did send shivers up the researchers spines. The sales department was good at coming up with ideas and selling them, but they knew little of the actual work it took to make them happen. The fact that the present suit pacing back and forth, like some drill instructor, was no other than Damien Stone, son of the head of DynaCorp, caused many scientist to make nervous glances towards the emergency exit.
Everybody knew Damien hated the Bonnie project, since he was originally the head of the W.A.R series. So why someone had send him to oversee the departure of their up to date most expensive project, was anybody's guess.
"Are you sure she's ready? You don't need another 20 years
?" The sarcastic undertone was difficult to miss. But he did have a point, if she wasn't ready, DynaCorp would lose a significant amount of time and more importantly, money. A scrawny looking scientist stepped forward, clutching his holographic clipboard to his chest as if it was his armor. "S-sir, test ha-have shown that she is-s more than r-ready." It would've been an odd sight for sure. Damien didn't look particularly dangerous, in fact he probably looked friendly, trustworthy even. He had a strong chiseled jawline, clear blue eyes and sleek vibrant black hair. He didn't look to overly muscular, as not to intimidate anybody, yet not too light to make him look like a push over. A custom tailored business suit, worth more than even the richest made in a year, fitted him like a glove, making him look both business like and casual. He was, all in all, the perfect salesman.
Damien paid no further attention to the scientist, seemingly pleased with the explanation, instead turning to the one who this moment was all about. "Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie, you know, I've always hated that name." His face contorted, the nice, secure looking business man now replaced with someone who looked like he knew your most darkest secret and was more than willing to use it against you. This grin was normally only reserved for those he had by the balls so tightly, he'd even own their offspring's offspring. Or for those he truly hated.
Bonnie hadn't moved an inch ever since she was placed there, the container already surrounding her, only needing the final lid. She simply observed what was happening in front of her, almost as if it didn't concern her. 23 years in the making and it was finally time for an extended field test. DynaCorp had extensive records on everybody working at Lunatic Inc. All except for the enigmatic Lunar himself. Which was part of the reason why they were sending Bonnie there, they wanted information, for information was power.
Damien let his fingers slide across the side of her face, almost like a loving caress, until he reached her throat, which he firmly gripped and squeezed down. "It's funny, isn't it?" He was baring his teeth, like some snarling animal, as he increased the pressure. "I could choke you right now, and you wouldn't even lift a finger to defend yourself." He leaned in close, peering into the yellow eyes of Bonnie, as if looking for any signs of disobedience, signs of rebellion. Anything to get this program shut down. But Bonnie didn't even flinch, even as her airway was slowly crushed. Damien grimaced, and let go of the woman's throat, shoving her further into the container in the process. "Seal her up."
Though before the heavy lid was put in place, Damien threw one last grimace towards Bonnie, as he was straightening his necktie. "Oh and sweet cheeks? Don't forget about your little side-assignment." Darkness engulfed the woman.
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++ Hibernation time elapsed: 00:08:29:32
++ Reactivating secondary systems
/// Systems checking. . .
SynthSkin. . . . . . . . . . . . . . Activated
GlassShield. . . . . . . . . . . . . Activated
QuickDraw. . . . . . . . . . . . . . Activated
SmartGuide. . . . . . . . . . . . . Activated
HUD. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Activated
/// Armaments. . .
Assault mod. . . . . . . . . . . . . Armed
.563 AP Pulse Rounds. . . . . . . . Loaded
Shotgun mod. . . . . . . . . . . . . Armed
70mm 12 Guage. . . . . . . . . . . . Loaded
/// Systems statistics
Firmware version. . . . . . . . . . 1.2.573
DynaCorp Database. . . . . . . . . Connected
Energy core stability. . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Stable
++ All systems normal
Have a nice day.
Bonnie's eyes shot open as Adrian lifted the lid, her eyes adjusting to the new light in just half a second. She only looked at Adrian for a brief second, before a personal sheet of Adrian popped into her HUD, depicting everything from name and age, to a description of known abilities. "Greetings Mr. Myoto, my name is Bonnie and it is a pleasure to meet you."
She droned on, as if reciting a prerecorded message, which wasn't too far from the truth. Despite all the military training, the woman had received little in communication. She stepped out of the container, already fulled geared, and gazed over the others in the lander, pulling up their respective personnel sheets, each filled with similar data. DynaCorp valued it's intel. "As you may or may not know, DynaCorp Inc. and Lunatics Inc. have recently come to a mutual agreement regarding my services. For an undetermined time I will be at your full disposal, until DynaCorp considers the field test a success and requests for the return of this unit."
She stated matter of factly, addressing Adrian as if he had any say in this. "Is there anything I can be of service with?"
She dryly asked, all the time keeping the same neutral expression.