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Most kids have worries of not getting grounded or getting a new phone. Not where the next meal is coming from nor am I being followed. 343 had forced to lived in a dog crate for his childhood being visited by men and women in white coats who brought him only pain needles, beatings, food and nightmares. He wasn’t the only one many other kids were either captured or breed here a compound call The School.

“The subject was infused with 2% bird DNA as an embryo. Which it caused to mutate, bones became incredibly strong and hollow, black wings from its back and sensory organs eyes and ears have become hyper sensitive able to read the text of a note card from 2 football fields away.” The director couldn’t help the bit of pride from her voice, her experiment had been a success despite the aftereffects She had made human flight possible without mechanical aid. “343’s estimated wingspan have grown to a twenty feet. It’s lungs have been enlarged to accommodate extremely high cardio-vascular activity and high altitudes. Finally 343’s muscle tissues has been altered to offer more strength with less mass and have surpassed any normal humans strength this was to support his body weight to wing span ratio.

At age fourteen it escaped with 4 other experiments with the help of a rogue employee whom had been captured or taken care of, all but one." The director sighed as she finished looking at the team she was sending to capture him.
"That was 4 years ago today; you’re here to bring him back alive. You have our full support and we advise you keep this as quiet as possible and at your request we’ll send our newest project to assist you. 442 has receive that most cutting edge augmentations to track down and deal with our more difficult experiments. She has a feline influence in her DNA that has helped giving her an extremely acute sense of balance, dexterity and agility. 442’s senses have been augmented as well, night vision, hearing, strength and speed. The perfect predator.”


The School captured and killed the others, now 343 is only evidence left The Schools mistakes.

Andrew's wings where hot from flying, he found a cave to settle in for the night it was 100 feet off the ground in the side of a canyon wall. Andrew unfolded a sleeping bag he stole from a Wal-Mart some miles back; and laughed to himself about how about the security guard was going to explain how a shoplifter escaped and sprouted wings and flew away. Being was an expert at survival always carried supplies in the backpack he set near the entrance. His mind had been wondering today thinking about the past, his friends and his family. Andrew felt so alone when he thought of them tears traced their way down his cheeks as he pushed the thoughts from his mind. Andrew clothes were getting worn, he made a mental note to get more so.
The night winds chilled his as he sat there in wet clothes, he lay on his sleeping bag, making sure to leave it open. A little paranoia never hurt anybody and drifted off to sleep as the thunder storm above raged on. Later the stom passed and Vegas lay ahead.


343's brown skin flashed a deep purple and blue from the ion lights dancing above the street advertising the club, and just ahead an employee walked out to smoking wearing a black security t-shirt. Picking up an empty bottle from the trash he slowly approached the man and struck him twice in the head, once standing the second after the man collapsed. 342 pulled off the man’s shirt and put it on it as a size to big but it would have to do. Tossing aside the broken bottle he covered the unconscious man with garbage and enter the door that was left ajar.

A Black SUV slowly rounded the corner of Market Street coming to a stop and turning off its lights that moments ago flooded the narrow street in blueish light, seconds later a faint luminescent path of blurred footprints contrasted against the dark gray concrete of parking loot leading to the night club.

The ringing of cell phone broke the stern silence of the four in the vehicle. A man in his mind 20's picked up his phone, his glasses reflection the pale white light of the video fed on screen as is focused on the trail. Fatigue and stress weighed heavy on his shoulders as he rubbed the bridge of his nose to sooth the coming headache.

"Yes sir. We've found a new trail and are tracking it down as we speak." Glasses said.

The other three men cringed as they could hear the shrill voice screaming through the phone.
" If you don't reacquire my merchandise within the next three days, there won’t be enough of you left to bury you ******** understand! "

"Yes s-" Glasses breathed before he was cut off but the phone hanging up.
"Well that was rude. Well boys lefts go grab ourselves a paycheck." The driver said as he started down the road toward the club