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“Agent (Y/N), have a seat, please. We have much to discuss.”
“Nice to see you too, Marcus,” you say as you slide into your chair. He curtly nods and pushes a manilla folder towards you. You two have worked together for years and the man still regards you with thick corporate formality.
“The agency has decided you’re ready for a more extreme assignment. This is going to be long-term, and possibly permanent depending on how beneficial your performance is. Of course, you will be assigned a partner to ensure your safety.”
“Right. What is the mission exactly?” You were less worried about the matter of your partner and more worried about the assignment. You had fixated on the phrase Marcus used, “long-term.” You’d only had a few assignments that could be described in that way, and they lasted a few months at most.
“Your partner and you will be assigned new legal identities. Concurrently, you will be posing as a married couple of mogul status. We will use you to infiltrate known Bioweapon producing facilities, as per our agreement with Trifecta.”
“So… I have to get married to a stranger and work for a pharma company to find dirt on other pharma companies?”
“Yes.”
“Why do I have to get married? That seems... weird. Can’t I just be a fancy business woman with a scary bodyguard? That’s how we’ve always done it before”
“No, this is the identity that Trifecta has presented and to alter it would be to break our contract. I apologize… I agree it is out of the ordinary. Now, there are more concerning matters at hand. Please take a look at your partner’s file. You will be working with it for quite a long time so I advise that you get comfortable.”
“…it?”
“Refer to the file (Y/N).”
You comply. The file is an unusual sight. There is no headshot where one usually is. Just a black square. The next abnormality is the name: Project NEMESIS.
“M-Marcus…” you stammer and trail off as you continue to read. “What is this? Is the thing I’m supposed to live with, to trust, and worst of all, get fucking married to, a fucking god damn B.O.W.? What the hell is this?”
“I can see you’re upset (Y/N). Unfortunately, this is the agreement of our contract with Trifecta.”
“I won’t do it. B.O.W.s are like, soldiers for the military or police drones. They aren’t meant to be personal companions.”
“You have no choice (Y/N). You will receive permanent termination if you continue to fight us on this.”
“…fine… but I better be getting a massive raise for this,” you say fine but you are most certainly not fine. You’re scared. Fear is the only thing in your mind right now, you marry a B.O.W. or you die.
“Of course. You will also receive new housing arrangements and new garments to match your new lifestyle. All costs will be taken care of by Trifecta as long as you adhere to the assignment and all future assignments given under your new alias.”
You nod and continue to study the file before you. You’re specifically looking for details on what type of B.O.W. this is. The ones you’ve seen around have all been, frankly animalistic. Many being reptilian in nature. You do not want to be marrying a glorified ninja turtle. However, only hint you can find is: humanoid. Great help, they’re all fucking humanoid.
“Marcus, have you seen the thing?”
“No, but it is in the building. A representative from Trifecta is waiting to take you to it. I advise that you meet with them. Our business seems to be done for the moment. Further assignment details will be given once you’ve settled.”
The representative is a tall, blonde woman with thick frames that enlarge her eyes. She greets you with an enthusiastic handshake.
“It’s good to finally meet you (Y/N). I’m Susan Camile. As you know, I’m from Trifecta and I have specially selected you out of a large pool of candidates for this assignment. Of course, you will have my personal contact details when you finally get out there in case Project NEMESIS causes… issues.” God, this woman reeks of corporate platitude. Also, nearly everything that she’s spewed at you has been horrifying and it’s only been five minutes.
“Nice to meet you too, Susan. I’m assuming you can tell me more about this thing than its file can?” All you can do is retain your composure. There’s no changing your fate now.
“That is my job after all! Project NEMESIS is the first human-based B.O.W. produced since 2025. Many corporations saw the human prototypes as too volatile and we here at Trifecta are seeking to change that! You see, all human-based B.O.W.s have shown extreme intelligence in comparison to animal-based B.O.W.s. We’d like to get our human-based prototypes into the police forces as means to cut down on the skyrocketing rates of death by police bioweapon.”
“Ok…” human-based??? You internally cringed at how repulsive that sounded.
“Oh, and our Project NEMESIS is a refreshing revitalization of the original. We’ve made quite the faithful replica. Of course, he utilizes a more modern genesis of the T-Virus. He won’t be contagious (I promise) and he’s much less likely to… let’s say ‘evolve’ out of control.”
“Original? There was an original version of this thing? What happened to that?”
“Unfortunately, we don’t know. Our last records indicate that he was in the in the custody of the B.S.A.A. Are you ready to meet Project NEMESIS now?”
You decide to not even bother with the whole evolving out of control what the fuck thing. Everything about this is scary and unethical. Not that you’re one to talk about ethicality but human experimentation is one horror that you’ve managed to not dip your toes into.
“There’s nothing to fear Agent (Y/N). Project NEMESIS is totally docile… just, be kind in any remarks about his face. He has been known to be sensitive about his appearance. Also, don’t expect him to talk back. He has a very limited vocabulary,” Susan smiles down at you in a plastic attempt at comfort. “When you’ve become familiar, we’ll release his bindings. Your first assignment is to take him to decontamination. Then you two will assume your new identities and be transported to your new domicile.”
You offer a quick nod and push open the door leading to an enormous, room with blaring, white LEDs. On a bench in the corner sits a hulking figure. Its hands are cuffed, although you doubt that they would function if it were to struggle. No, they’re there to comfort you.
It weas nothing but black shorts and a sleek, black mask. No face to be seen although, it is very obviously staring you down. You are taken aback by how human it looks. It looks like a man. A very giant and very buff man, but a man nonetheless. This calms you a bit, you were expecting something more grotesque.
You approach slowly, not once taking your eyes of the thing. Upon your approach, it stands up. Your heartbeat speeds up and you begin to sweat. It is fucking massive, bigger than you first gauged. You edge your way over, enough that you could reach out and touch it. All you can think about is how it could crunch you up into a ball and dunk you.
“Hi… I’m Agent (Y/N) …” you squeak out. It doesn’t move, just continues to stare. “Nice to meet you, mister… Nemesis?” you awkwardly extend a hand for a hand shake or something. You don’t really know what you are doing, this shit is way more tense than any negotiation than you’ve ever been part of. Of course, the thing does not shake your hand. It just kind of growls at you. You allow your hand to limply fall back to your side. “Cool… uh… can you maybe take your mask off? I think I’d like to see your face. It might be important to know that detail about you if we’re going to be partners.”
It attempts to take a step towards you, but is stopped by the chains. It grunts and crouches down just enough for you to see the straps on the back of the mask. “You want me to uh… undo these for you?” you question. It nods its head and you fiddle with the buckles until the mask falls into your hands. It looks up at you and you freeze. Sweat drips from your temples as you stare into his abyssal appearance. You have never seen anything like it, and you’ve seen some pretty strung-out cyber-junkies.
Only one white eye peers at you, the other is scarred over. Its gleaming, sharp teeth also seem to peer at you from lipless gums. You reach out to touch its battered face in a pathetic attempt to connect and it allows you… but only if it can touch yours. It places one massive palm on your cheek and you freeze again. Your entire head can fit into this thing’s hand and you have basically offered it up on a platter. You quickly retreat you hand from its face but it refuses to move. It just sits there staring at you. You can feel a its grip begin to tighten. You’re going to die, aren’t you? You’ve seen so many horror stories about people getting disemboweled by these things. You never thought it could end like this.
“(Y/N)” it rumbles out it an inhuman voice. You feel a tear fall from your eye; this is probably it for you. It just stares, one white, glossy eye piercing straight through you. It removes its hand and releases a low, discomforting chortle. The fucking thing was just messing with you. You rub your face, trying to erase the feeling of its rough hand against your skin.
“Look, you are not setting me up for confidence here. I thought you were about to pinch my head between your fingers or something.” It seems to grin at you in response. “Not funny,” you sigh as you replace its mask. You really don’t want to be staring at it anymore.
Once you’ve managed to strap the mask back it on, it stands up straight, and tall. It grunts and holds its hands out to you. You think it wants its cuffs off. You shiver at the thought. After what that thing just pulled, you really don’t want to give it free roam. You decide to just get it over with though, it has to be done eventually. You hand it the key and the shackles clatter to the ground in a slow succession. Now you get to walk around with this thing tailing you. Excellent.
Decontamination is only a short walk away for the thing’s cell. You attempt to explain the process to it, but it doesn’t acknowledge that you’re even speaking. Instead, he seems to be finding some menial joy from staring down passerby.
The decontamination chamber is a long, white corridor with a conveyor belt down the middle. You’ve been through it many times and are well acquainted with the procedure. Basically, you have strip, get on the belt and get assaulted by various “cleansing” chemicals.
“You go first… I really don’t want you to seem me naked. If it makes you feel better, I don’t see you naked either. Just take your little shorts off and get belt. I won’t look.”
You turn away as the creature complies with your directions. You hear it grunt in surprise as the nozzles turn on. Once you hear the conveyor turn off, you take your turn on the ride. On the other side, the creature is helping itself into a large leather trench coat. You blush a bit, you’re still in the nude. It doesn’t seem to notice as it tries on its new duds. You rush to get dressed, quickly throwing on the new outfit provided by the agency. It’s a tight-fitting, short, red dress. Ew. This is not something you would normally wear, but apparently, it’s what the company demands of you at the moment. With the both of you dressed and ready, a pair of double doors swing open. Marcus always makes stupidly dramatic entrances. He gestures for you and the creature to follow as he leads you off to release your past identity and take the form of some uppity mogul.