March, 1989. An undisclosed location.
Woman: So you’re saying he’s gone?!
Police Officer: I’m sorry to report it, ma’am. But sadly, yes. The current swept him away, there was simply nothing we could do.
Woman: But what do I tell his brother? He already thinks he’s responsible for this!
Police Officer: Ma’am, I apologize for your loss. We only have jurisdiction over the Tokyoville metro area. Anything beyond that is out of our hands.
In between fits of sobs, the woman speaks.
Woman: We.. we have family… in the upper west side…They can search..
Police Officer: It would be in your best interests, yes ma’am. Meanwhile, we can search the remaining isles on the coast of the creek he fell into.
Woman: Thank- thank you.
Police Officer: Now go home, get some rest. Our force will call you in the morning.
April, 1989. Tokyoville Metro Area. A rundown apartment building.
A young woman sits around a fire with two older men. They feast on whatever scraps they can find from their hunt yesterday.
Alyssa: You do realize it’s our five year anniversary, correct?
Perez: Yep. But why would we want to celebrate five years of running from the law, and getting by with whatever we can?
Charles: Perez, quiet. Be good to the girl.
Alyssa: Growing up, my mother and I.. we didn’t have much. My father left shortly after I was born. Said something about “making a deal with the devil.”
Charles: Impossible. Stuff like that don’t exist.
Alyssa: You sure about that? I heard you fellas talking, when we first met. Talking about them “growing those things” down there in the orphanage you guys escaped from.
Perez: Don’t egg him on, Alyssa. Charles was.. he was one of them. I was about to become one too, before I busted out. Took him with me.
Charles: Yeah. They injected all kinda stuff into me. Said it was supposed to make me grow “stronger.” Beef up my senses. X-240, they called it.
Perez: We lit the stash ablaze, and then blew the place. All that stuff really ever did to Charles here was give him a bit of extra strength.
Alyssa: You sure that burning it down was the correct choice? We could go back.. scavenge for answers..
Perez: Hey, you know what all the greats say. Can’t start a revolution without a spark.
March, 1989. Upper east side of Tokyoville. A young man washes up on the beach near X-240 Labs.
Drago: Where-where am I?
Suddenly, the once dark lab lights up, revealing a fairly-recent looking burn mark in the side of the building. An older man steps out, his cane clunking against the cold linoleum flooring.
Prof. Garrison: Welcome to X-240 Labs. My name is Professor William H. Garrison. Forgive me if I hasten.
The young man keels back a bit, taken aback by the man’s sudden appearance.
Prof. Garrison: Now, now, patient 23-100. It is time to begin the Soldier Program.