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Posted by dragonfang on Feb 26, 2008 23:02:52 GMT -6
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Not long after contacting Hades about his improved gear and necessities, Kaz was in one of the training rooms practicing with two long swords. His balance was perfect as he moved through stabs, thrusts, parries, blocks and various other more inventive strikes and defensive moves. While he was all at once liquid, solid and deadly with every action, nothing wasted and never open to a counter attack, he clearly saw his weakness. The weakness wasn't necessarily his self but the weapons he was using. Against any normal person or the average mutant, he'd make short work of them with minimal effort, against a Stalker, they wouldn't cut it, literally.
With a quick series of circular strikes, he sheathed the blades across his back. While he wondered if any link or suspicion would be raised as he continually ordered more and more tools and weapons from Atlas, he also dismissed the idea. Just as the US Government had its Black Ops missions and weapons development, so did Atlas Munitions. On the outside and publicly, they produced what they were ordered to, but they made the same, if not more, money from under the table, secret developments. Not all secrets they shared, hording many developments to themselves. It was one of these hidden developments Kaz wanted. Though he honestly didn't have a clue what it would be.
Picking up his cell phone he called Lucas Ericsen, head of development for Atlas Munitions. The call was answered almost immediately, as only a few people had his direct number, Kaz and Hunter included. "How are things Lucas."
Every time Kaz called, Lucas knew it was business. "Quite well Sir. We've entered the testing stage on over a dozen projects. If you'd like I can have the details sent to you."
"Good to hear things are moving smoothly." He said, though he didn't really care too much, "That won't be necessary. I'm actually interested in what Cerberus has stashed away." The mention of Cerberus, Atlas' Black Ops development section caused Lucas to sit straighter in his chair as he immediately began pulling up files from the Vault. "I'm in need of something that will be able to penetrate heavy and/or thick armor without being cumbersome, if possible I need it to be extremely portable, possibly even hand held."
As Kaz was naming off his needs, Lucas was imputing them into a search program. Having met Kaz once, he knew or guessed that the man wasn't looking for something ordinary. Kaz liked the extreme, as if he was always preparing to start his own war, which Lucas didn't doubt that he would one day. The search wasn't very promising, turning up only a handful projects, most of them still in the theoretical or planning stages. "Sir, we currently don't have much. There are a few projects that are in planning but nothing finished," Lucas heard an almost inaudible 'Shit' through the phone. Kaz's tone was somewhat unnerving to Lucas, almost as if it wasn't a curiosity toy he wanted but something he needed.
"Alright. Thanks anyw," Kaz was cut off as Lucas spoke up.
"Though there IS something here. A previous employee was researching and developing," He paused, not wanting to admit this to his employer, "Something, we're not quite sure what. Though we do know it involved Plasma and Ultra-Cold Plasma. Most of the files and research have been..removed from our database and backups. She," Again Lucas heard Kaz quietly speak to himself. "Dr. Terrissa Jackson is now employed at Mondragon Lab if you'd like get in contact with her."
Kaz was silent with surprise. The coincidence was amazing to him, Lucas of course had no idea that Kaz was currently at Mondragon Labs. "Thank you Lucas. Keep up the good work." Before the man could respond Kaz ended the call. Thinking for a few minutes as he made himself 'presentable', he headed towards one of the many labs. Stopping one of the assistants, he asked where Dr. Jackson would be found. He headed to the woman's lab after receiving directions.
"Dr. Jackson," He cut himself off as he saw the woman with a needle-like object sticking out of her head, not to mention that her lab seemed to be working autonomously, on overdrive.
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