Previous Post > --------------- > Somewhere in Goth Haven, a non-descript building that no one truly ever really noticed. But then that must of been why Baron Heindrich Von Zemo choose it & that is probably why Herbert Garrick bought from the U.S. government shortly after it came into their pocession. > > In the building's subbasement, Garrick is being debriefed. He sat before a gunmetal grey table in a room devoid of much else. > > "Thank you for meeting me, sir." > > "No problem. I wasn't going to re-enter this without first knowing all that had been going on since I left rather unexpectedly." > > "Yes, sir." > > "So, tell me about my Baby?" He said with a sly smile. > > "Well, sir. The Federal Meta-Human Resource Center is not what it once was. The agency along with many other's going through changes do to the fact of..." > > "New President." Garrick interrupted. "He's coming in, have new ideas. He is the change that America has been waiting 8 years for." > > "Yes, sir." > > "The funding for the Agency is current up for review so all aspects of the Program are being looked at." > > Garrick smiles & gives a small laugh. "At least all the aspects that concern him." > > "Yes & maybe more. The contents of Ruben Holcomb's Office have been seized by OPS & SPUD in joint investigation." > > Garrick smiles & laughs once more. "Like they'd find anything." > > "But, sir. Holcomb was the man in charge." > > "No. He never was, I just let him think that. Holcomb has always had delusions of grandeur. That's partly was a hired him. Holcomb only ever knew what I needed him to know & in the grand scheme of things wasn't a whole lot." > > Garrick says the look of shock on the man's face. > > "Go on." > > "Y-y-yes. Yes, sir. As you know A Class is dead." > > "So? They were Clones, Clones with predestined kill dates. That little incident just saved me for having to do it myself. Was there anything left of them?" > > "Yes there was." The man said as placed a large jar on the table. Held inside the jar were what appeared to be the contents on a lava lamp. > > "When A Class died their bodies went into the gene coded failsafe & the entire group dissolved into unusable what for lack of no better word: goo." > > Garrick shook his head in disbelief & then with a sly smile says, "It's not unusable goo. One just has to know how to work with it.” > > “Thank you, sir.” > > “Think nothing of it. What do you think we should do with the goo as you called it?” > > “Given the state of degradation of the goo, sir. I suggest we dispose of the A Class version 3.0 & start on work on Version 4.0.” > > “Excellent.” > > As the two men talk, the jar begins to sway slightly back & forth. > > “When would they be up & running?” > > “Given the work we’ve been doing & aren’t stopped or slowed down by the new president. I’d think we could easily have a new A Class out in the field by early summer. One question, sir?” > > “Only one?” > > “For now.” > > “What is it?” > > “Would you like us to use the bases we used for 3.0 in 4.0 or use other bases?” > > “How many do you have?” > > “At last check which was in the yearly audit we have 6 different perfect team sets made up from the samples in our catalog. 3.0 was using team set 4.” > > “What the most hard core team set we have?” > > “That would 6, sir.” > > “Then use that one.” > > “Yes, sir.” > > “How is B Class doing?” > > “Wasted.” > > That answer took Garrick by surprise for a second. > > “They’re dead?” > > “No. Just drunk. As for I can tell they have been drunk or at least buzzed for 67 % of the time they’ve have collectively been known as B Class.” > > “Does this help in missions?” > > “No, sir. There have been thoughts of liquidation but B Class sadly are clones.” > > “There are other ways of liquidation.” > > “We know, sir. But B Class have become minor celebrities. So, the public would be become aware of a any changes we might make.” > > “Like they noticed any of the other changes we’ve made over the years.” > > “True, sir. But when comes to Celebrities the public are fore some reason more attentive.” > > “So, why hasn’t Miss Brandiwyne, their trainer, taken action to correct this?” > > “According to her, she’s tried.” > > “Not hard enough.” > > “Yes, sir.” > > “What is the situation on C Class?” > > “M.I.A.” > > “What?” > > “Yes. Given that the people assigned to that case has been B Class the lack of progress is not unheard of.” > > “Why are they the leads on that?” > > “A Class were the leads but…” The man said as patted the lid of the jar. > > Garrick sighed. “So, Holcomb gave it to them?” > > “No. They got it by agency policy.” > > “Why are they M.I.A.?” > > “All currently known locations they have not been seen at: neither at Summer’s apartment or at his girlfriends’ place. They aren’t at where they originally ran off to…” > > “Alaska?” > > “Yes, sir. We’ve also been keeping wire taps on key associates: family members, neighbors, Senator Rudd, etc.” > > Garrick rolls his eyes at the mention of the name. > > “Hasn’t he been kicked out yet?” > > “No. All the allegations brought up against him have been cleared.” > > “I thought the dead hookers would have do it.” > > “The hookers or the supposed attempts of selling property rights seemed to have been the most plausible.” > > “How are they staying off our radar?” > > “All the Intel we are working off for them is from when A Class was tracking them after that it drops off as the case fell in the laps of…” > > “B Class.” > > “Yes, sir.” > > “Hmmm…” Garrick said as stroked his chin thoughtfully. > > “Is there anything else that is truly pressing?” > > “No, sir. Nothing that isn’t already in the report I handed to you earlier.” > > “Thank you. You may leave now.” > > “Thank you, sir.” The man said as he was given earplugs, then blindfolded & carried out of the room by to burly gentlemen in leisure suits. > > Leaving Garrick alone with his thoughts & the goo that continue to jiggle around in it's jar. > > --------------- > > THE END. > >