Silicone Valley, California. Divine Mark Inc.
The mutant stood out amongst the crowd of his human, assuming they were all human of course, a man with giant wings that glistened when presented with the touch of sunlight. The son of the CEO of the company, a man of both prestige and vanity, Gabbie Markelow. Dressed in white with up-swept blonde hair and sharp, confident blue eyes. He strode through the open lobby, fully aware of the angelic undertones that was his presence. He was on his way to his own office, of course cornered with large window panels lining the walls, he stepped in and with a heavy thud closed a large mahogany door behind him. His name engraved into a gold plate on the door which as the read the following:
Dr. Gabbie Markelow , Head Of Research & Development Division Ph.D
With the sudden thud, the room stood in perfect stillness. Until a familiar voice rang throughout the room. "About time you showed up, thought your ass was lost in some ditch. You are a target, you know. And a very obvious one too." The once alarmed Gabbie took a deep breath, calming his nervous as he saw the culprit sitting on his desk, with her boots kicked up on the table. "Micah, why the hell are you here?" He asked, barely containing the displeasure in his voice through gritted teeth. Despite being his younger sister, she was the next in line to becoming the executive of Divine Mark and she made it very clear that she'd let the power go to her head.
"Hell is a place you should've be talking about, ol' Holy One. Don't want your wings clipped do we?" She stepped upon his carpet made of expensive white fur, her tracks obvious, and made her way towards him. "As for why I'm here, simple enough just here to deliver some news from Daddy Divine." Their father changed his name to Divine, to match the theme of the business he ran. "You're gonna move over from the usual, and move into something exciting." This made Gabbie a bit nervous, her terminology usually meant that something exciting was actual something usually he didn't wish to take part in.
"Just stop it with the dramatizing and tell me." His voice was crisp, he was still the older sibling after all.
"Fine, geez. You're going to make a move in the Mutant/Alien domain. Genetics research and pharmaceuticals would have so much potential if we could understand how, Mutants ticked." Gabbie took a deep sigh, overconfident as he was, he didn't feel as if this was a good idea. The ethical line always becomes grey when dealing with mutants, and him being one of them didn't make the situation any better. He let out a sigh, and was ready to let his disapproval be known when Micah chimed in once again.
"Nope, non-negotiable. In fact, its so non-negotiable that we've brought you, your first sample." As if on cue, a large metallic box was rolled into the room by Micah's goons, their father's own personal squadron. It was a stasis tube, yet offline. His heart sunk at the seemingly lifeless figure within it. From what he could see from the glass panel around the subject's face, its essence was removed from its body. A husk of what it was before. There weren't any identifying features only rot and decay.
"D-did we...?"
"Nope, found them like this in Utah. A mutant with the supposed ability to unleash dimensional energy form their core. Usually, mutations have some kind of scientific, or at least try to, reason. Yet, I'm not sure how this factors into, actual science. Which is where you come in!"
"I'm assuming you want me to preform research, on these people? Put them in a lab and cut them up?"
"Actually, no that's what your team is for. We want you to retrieve them. Willingly is preferred. You're one of them after all"
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