《The Right Hand Job》 Chapter 0 : Prologue The Right Hand Job Prologue ¡®Thump!¡¯ ¡®Thump!¡¯ Thump!¡¯ A series of bullets embedded themselves into the large wooden crate in-front of Alison¡¯s head as she slid behind a different and smaller but still large wooden crate. Alison reloaded the magazine of her originally muffled pistol but saw no point of decreasing her damage when she¡¯s already been exposed. ¡°Covering fire!¡± One of the men in full pieced suits shouted behind a set of metal sliding doors 20 meters away as he rhythmically unloaded the magazine of his 12 shot pistol on Alison¡¯s cover, making it that she had to stay under cover for a longer amount of time before she had a chance to pop her head out to return fire. Another similarly dressed man also behind the sliding doors started to run towards Alison¡¯s position with a machete in one hand and pistol in the other. ¡®Thump!¡¯ ¡®Stomp!¡¯ ¡®Thump!¡¯ ¡®Stomp¡¯ Hearing her immediate death approaching her, Alison closed her eyes. Basic physics with a unique touch filled her head as she calculated the amount of strength she needed to use the stainless steel wrench that wreaked her ass when she slid into cover as a knockout tool. Finishing her calculations in the moment it takes a humming bird to flap once in a hovering position, she threw the wrench over her head. ¡®Thuck!¡¯ The wrench hit its target and the rhythmical covering fire stopped, leaving only the sound of leather shoes ruining themselves against the harsh wooden flooring to fill the medium sized storage room. Not leaving anything to chance, the remaining man in the suit started to give himself covering fire, slowing down his pace to improve his accuracy. Reaching the side of the wooden crate where Alison hid , he threw away his emptied pistol and raised his machete over his head for an anger filled strike because of the amount of ¡®brothers¡¯ he lost this day. Swinging down with all his might, he was met with a single shot of a pistol that blew through his wrist, forcing him to release his machete and hold the hole in pain with his other hand. ¡°Fucking dumb cunt.¡± Alison stood up above the man crying out in horror and landed a front kick directly into his genitals. ¡°If I knew this job would turn out like this.¡± The pain of his missing wrist was over taken by the excruciating agony of his would be children leaving. Alison then slammed the crying man¡¯s head into the wooden crate that she originally hid behind. ¡°I wouldn¡¯t, HAVE, TAKEN, IT.¡± Leaving behind the wounded man behind her, she started to walk towards the open sliding doors. But who would¡¯ve thought that the amount of pressure used to take out the man wasn¡¯t enough as he took back his machete and madly sliced vertically at Alison. Sensing danger, she instinctively raised her left hand as she turned around. This resulting her left wrist being cleaning sliced off, but caused the blade to slightly change direction from her head to the end of her shoulder and where her arm started. Ending the life of her left arm. ¡°Fuck!¡± Alison screamed. She side kicked the originally finely dressed man, now a mess in the stomach with her left leg. Then raising her pistol in a semi-circle starting from the ground. She released three bullets at three positions. One bullet exploded the man¡¯s originally already hurt genitals, the second ending up in his solar plexus, the last drilling itself deep inside the man¡¯s brain. Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation. ¡°The gas is ready, close the doors!¡± ¡°But Bob is still inside!¡± Hearing this conversation, Alison started to sprint towards the sliding doors. But with her just dismembered left arm, she lost her balance only 5 meters away from the doors and collapsed onto the dirty wooden floor, covering herself in her own pool blood which came from her stump of a left arm. ¡°Who gives a shit about Bob, he¡¯s probably dead anyways, we¡¯re ending that monster!¡± ¡®Swoosh¡¯ The last of light coming from the rest of the complex was blocked out of the storage room. Then, from the vents, tasteless, colorless gas started smothering itself onto Alison. ¡°FUCKKKKKKK!¡± Alison tried to shout but the gas quickly even took that right from her, closing her eyes, she slumbered into a deep, never ending sleep. When Alison opened her eyes again, everything was the same as if she had her eyes closed. Looking around for anything at all, she suddenly heard a whisper by the side of her right ear. ¡°Psst kid, want some com¡­I mean¡­¡± Before the mysterious person could even finish, his family jewels were broken. ¡°How the fucking hell did you know I had balls!?¡± ¡°Woman¡¯s intuition, now tell me where am I.¡± Alison turned as she reached out to the location of where the mysterious person¡¯s neck would be, but she felt nothing, not even the feel of air moving past her almost unfollowable right arm. ¡°Man, why the balls!¡± Muttering to himself, he said ¡°I¡¯m never going to do this kind of introduction again¡­..¡± Now returning to a louder voice, he spoke out. ¡°So anyways, you were supposed to have your life ended, but you seemed interesting, so I decided to pluck you out from the stream and ask if you wanted another chance at life.¡± Looking around at the pure darkness around her, Alison replied. ¡°Life? Hm¡­..seems better than this place.¡± ¡°Oh no no no no no, if you truly died, you wouldn¡¯t get to experience anything ever again. No heaven, no hell, no void, no reincarnation, nothing at all. So, what¡¯s your choice?¡± Trying to scratch the back of her neck, she remembered that her left arm was still missing. ¡°Fine¡­..I guess.¡± ¡°Okay! One ticket onto the life train! Oh yeah, want me to remake your arm?¡± ¡°That¡¯ll be great, so when¡¯s this going to happ¡­.¡± ¡®Gasp!¡¯ Alison woke up to flashing red sirens and the words ¡°Auxiliary power at 10 percent, redirecting all power to keep reactor core at ideal temperatures and 25 percent essential electronics.¡± Spewing out some unknown liquid out of her lungs, she collapsed into a large amount of the same liquid that came flowing out of the tank she woke up in. Chapter 1 : Professor Dick Van. Johnson The Right Hand Job Chapter 1 : Professor Dick Van. Johnson ¡®Ke¡¯ ¡®Ke¡¯ ¡®Ke¡¯ Spewing out the rest of the fluids out of her body, Alison slowly tried to clamber up from the cold metal floor. Her right arm supporting her, she tried to use her left arm to give herself more support, but found that her left arm was still missing! ¡°Shit, it must¡¯ve been just a dream, why the hell would he say he would remake my arm!¡± Looking around, Alison took in her surroundings. She was barely able to see with the blinding red lights flashing, but she knew she was in a medium sized metal room around the size of two regular sized single person hotel room. Behind her was the tank she came from, with four other tanks on the left of it, reaching the end of the room. Alison noticed that all the tanks beside her were all empty, without any signs of liquids recently coming out from them. Beside her, she saw two skeletons grabbing at each other on the floor, one was fulling in the nude, while the other you could see had casual clothes with a lab coat over it. The one skeleton on the bottom, the nude one, had its fingers over the clothed one¡¯s neck, while the clothed one had a knife in its hand that clearly was implanted into where the nude one¡¯s jugular would have been. Around a meter in front of her was a small metal desk with a computer and monitor on top of it. Going further into the recess of the sometimes red but mostly dark room, was a sizeable laboratory that took up half the room with a full sized movable mirror that looked towards Alison. Slowly but surely, Alison used the desk as a support and picked herself up. She was shivering, now that most of the liquids flowed down and away from her body, taking her body heat with it. Holding herself, she looked at the mirror and saw herself with dark hazel eyes looking back at her. Her 6 foot height almost went over the mirror, long soaked black hair fell to the middle of her back. Her thin eyebrows dripping droplets of the liquid, some droplets of liquid followed the curve of her oval face to her sharp chin. While the others went down the long path of her thin nose and sexual lips. Her small but sizeable 29 Inch B cup was covered by her finely toned right arm as she shivered. Originally covered by a thin layer of fat that stopped her abdominal muscles from showing, were now defined because she flexed from the cold. Her 43 inch long toned legs overlapped each other to share more body heat with each other and covered the position of her laser removed pubic hairs. Turning around, she went to take off the clothes from the skeleton. With all the clothes off the skeleton, she flapped the lab coat to fling away the dust. Next she used the lab coat as a towel and wiped off the remaining liquid that covered her body. While wiping she felt a hard object stab at her. Looking at the lab coat, she found a name tag stuffed inside a small pocket where the heart would be. With the name tag out and the occasional red light, she read what was written on the name tag. If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Professor Dick Van. Johnson Senior Overseer {Barcode} Unplucking the clamp of the name tag, she placed it on top of the desk and continued to finish wiping herself. Now done, she put on the casual clothes on, for the top, she wore a blank white T- shirt and long running pants as the bottom. Not too caring about the worn out running shoes, she slipped on the comfortable and thick grey socks that protected her feet from the insane cold of the metal floor that constantly took her body heat. Now fully clothed, she went over to the desk and swiped at the swivel chair with the soaked lab coat. Now sat at the desk, she pressed on the power button to turn on the computer. Spurring to life while pushing away the dust that cluttered over its fans, the computer finally turned on after a few moments. Now on, the monitor showed that it needed her to show her I.D. Placing the name tag under the barcode scanner by the side of the monitor, it unlocked itself and allowed her full access to whatever this complex was. What Alison first did was redirect all remaining auxiliary power to the room she was currently in, ¡®Senior Overseer¡¯s Personal Laboratory¡¯, and the reactor core. With the blinding red light gone and only the occasional reminder of 10 percent auxiliary power, comfortable yellow lights filled the personal laboratory. Now, Alison was going through a folder called ¡®Journal¡¯ and found some interesting information. ¡°We finally got approval to start the regeneration project. Those damned politicians arguing that the virus will never reach here, we probably would have found a way to overcome the virus by now if it wasn¡¯t for those damned fuckers¡­¡­¡± ¡°Today I got to choose my final and last personal subject from the 5th batch. She¡¯s one damn fine damsel if I say so myself, I think I found my new goal in life, to get her left arm to regenerate back to normal¡­¡­..¡± ¡°Fuck, I was too much in a hurry and injected the regeneration cure into her that worked on other primate subjects. Now her body is set that way forever and without regenerative properties, what have I done! I¡¯m going to make it up to you¡­..¡± ¡°I finally made things up for you my beautiful, you¡¯re going to be my imperfect mistress¡­¡­¡± ¡°We¡¯ve lost control of the facility to the people immune to the virus and they have taken out the power of the nuclear reactor, I¡¯m going to starve these fuckers to death with me¡­¡­¡± ¡°I can¡¯t die! I still need to marry my one armed lady! So I decided to wait out the immunes by eating my personal subjects!.....¡± ¡°I can still hear them roaming around the complex and I¡¯m on my fourth and final subject, I guess I¡¯m going to have to kill you too after this guy my precious, but on the bright side, you¡¯re going to be one with me, forever!.....¡± Chapter 2 : The Immune, the Infected and the Mutated The Right Hand Job Until like Chapter 5, most of everything is going to be information. Chapter 2 : The Immune, the Infected and the Mutated Clicking out of the somewhat disturbing ¡®Journal¡¯, Alison opened another folder that read Reports from Facility 69: Research of the Above Ground (10,351 unread). With the talent she was born with, being able to read 10 lines at a time, then being trained to be able to 50 lines at the same time, she quickly took in the reports. Danger Level Calculated in time but mostly years, danger levels indicate the amount of years an Infected has left. This could also be interpreted as their overall strength. Immune and Mutated danger levels are only in comparison to an Infected¡¯s danger level and have nothing to do with their life-span Immune As their name states, they are people who are immune to the wide spread virus. These subjects were observed and experimented on and were proven that they are able use the virus to strengthen themselves. They have a calculated average life-span of 700 to 1200 years. However, they still need normal sustenance from food and water. In their years of living, they are always at their prime, except for the similar to human life of before of 24 years of growth. Every time an Immune is ¡°infected¡± by an Infected, their immune system starts fighting and overtaking the virus. Based on how strong the virus is, the longer it takes for the immune system to fight and overtake the virus, the immune system has been studied that it survives 100 percent of time. Studies indicate that Immunes can raise their danger levels to normally around 60 to 70 in the course of their growth period without the help of being ¡°infected¡±, but after that, physical training has no noticeable effects to their danger levels. A long-term study of a danger level of 1 Immune being ¡°infected¡± with a danger level of a 100 Infected showed that after 50 years in a coma, woke up into a danger level of 20. This coma state starts after 5 to 10 days after being ¡°infected¡± and hardens the Immune to the point of only a danger level of at least 5 more can break through (The Immune¡¯s danger level grows over time in the coma period, their skin hardening with it). It has been shown that a person after being ¡°infected¡± by an Infected, is unable to grow stronger after being ¡°infected¡± again by the same Infected. When a stronger Immune is ¡°infected¡± by a weaker Infected., there is no amount of strength gained by the Immune. If the Immune is ¡°infected¡± by a similar danger level, but stronger by a few days of danger levels, the Immune does not enter a coma state either but gains a minuscule amount of strength. If the Infected is only higher by a danger level of few months or at most a year, when the Immune is ¡°infected¡±, they also do not have a coma period, but the amount of sleep needed is increased depending on the danger level of the Infected. It has also been shown that there is a period of absolute inability to awaken for half an hour to two hours in this prolonged sleep, this also depending on the danger level of the Infected. The current highest danger level Immune is a second generation Immune, known as the ¡°Crusher¡± with a last-known danger level of 1065 and is at the current age of 160 years. The calculated population of Immunes is around 15 million. Infected The Infected are people who are unable to completely fight off the wide spread virus, but are still able to survive it. The first generation Infected were slowly changed over a course of around 1 year into a hybrid of Homo Sapiens and a different organism. Scouts have shown that the hybrid could be part anything, as long as it is a living organism, some examples are half bacteria half human, half insect half human, half mammal half human. Rarer Infected have been shown to have more hybrids in them. Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. The Infected live off the Immune, without feeding, the Infected will slowly die according to its danger level. For example, an Infected at the danger level of 60 will die off in 60 years¡¯ time without feeding on Immune. Similar to the Immune, the Infected are able to get stronger after feeding on a stronger Immune, but unlike the Immune, they don¡¯t have a coma period and are slowly able to increase their danger levels over time depending on the danger level of the Immune. When Infected feed on similar danger level Immunes, they are able to still raise their danger level. The weaker the Immune is compared to the Infected, the less amount of time is given to the Infected. When an Infected feeds off another Infected or a Mutated, there is no noticeable advantages to their danger levels. Later generations of Infected are born from eggs with danger levels normally around 60 to 70 years, every year that they don¡¯t feed is a year off their danger level. There also seems to be no correlation of hybrid between parent and child. Unlike Immunes, they don¡¯t have any growth period and are fully born in their prime state, but this does not mean that they have the intelligence of an adult, which means they still have to grow their intelligence over the years. The current highest danger level Infected is known as the ¡°Lord¡± with a last known danger level of 1063, is a second generation 6-way hybrid of Homo Sapiens, Peregrine Falcon, Blue Whale, Maricopa Harvester Ant, Inland Taipan and Blue-Ringed Octopus. The ¡°Lord¡± is also the only known 6-way hybrid and is currently at the age of 173 years. The calculated population of Infected is around 20 million. Mutated After the virus went out of controls, governments started bombing the quarantine zones with nuclear warheads. This resulted into the virus mutating to be able to infect Immunes in the quarantine zones. These Mutated turned into an Infected like organism, but are unable to reproduce, turn stronger nor ¡°infect¡± other creatures. Mutated still require Immune to continue living, but they also have a second source of living, which is from a constant radiation source. With radiation, they do not require any other source of sustenance, but feeding on an Immune allows them to take longer treks around the Earth without radiation. (The amount of time they can survive without another Immune or a radiation source depends on the Immune danger level, when feeding off an Immune of a danger level of 500, a Mutated can survive 5 years without any sustenance) Mutated usually have a danger level of 700 ¨C 1000 years, and has a calculated life-span of 10000 years. Mutated slowly decay over the course of 100 years if they are not provided with sustenance from a constant radiation source nor an Immune. This decayed state results in lower intelligence and causes them to turn into a berserk like state after approximately 60 years where they start to attack any living organism, their danger level rapidly decreasing within the 100 years. The current highest danger level Mutated is known as the ¡°STD¡± with an abnormal danger level of 1231 years and is a hybrid between Homo-Saipan and Gonorrhea Bacterium. The age of this Mutated is the same as all other Mutated, which is currently 210 years old. The calculated population of Mutated is around 5 million.