Chapter 3 - Simon Trevor - Debrief
November 16, 3040 6:05 PM
I got the call from headquarters earlier in the morning about a special assignment. It had been about four months since my last case. I am a commander for the Human Council, their star detective. When they call me up, it's usually to investigate a crime and lead a team to complete it. If there's a suspected terrorist in a town, I'd be the guy who would find him. Got tech that's been stolen? I'll help you search, track, and recover it.
So when they told me that they had something extremely high security, something that they knew only I could handle, I took it. It's from an order from the United Species Alliance, high priority stuff. The Council doesn't hand out these assignments freely and being on their good side will certainly help in the long run.
My superior called me at 4:00 in the afternoon and told me that if I was willing, the case would start in Las Vegas. I usually have time to prepare first, to get my things, but my superior told me that he needed me in as soon as possible. I never heard him sound so hasty, so I knew it was something big. I packed my bags, put on a shirt and pants, took the first teleporter into Las Vegas, and headed to the local United Species Alliance headquarters for my debriefing.
When I get out of the teleporter station receiver, a hovercar is there to pick me up and take me to HQ. Sometimes I laugh at the idea that through all this technological progression, or maybe lack thereof, we still have hovercars, especially when we can teleport across entire countries. I guess it's necessary. If we were teleporting around left and right with no order, you'd have people bumping into each other. It'd be chaotic, and in times like these, even the slightest order is good order.
Besides, we can't invent things like we used to. Those days are long gone thanks to all this change in society. Maybe one day when things settle down, we'll be back on track.
About fifteen minutes later, I arrive at HQ and meet up with my superior, Agent Leons. He's a large, portly man, standing well over six feet. He has a mustache and bald spot over his oval shaped head. His double chin hangs over the collar of his shirt, and his blazer is slightly wrinkled.
He's the man who usually notifies me about these assignments and always gives me the run through on what I am up against. I've probably worked with him for twenty years or so. He's straight forward, seems relaxed and carefree, but under that exterior lies a competent manipulator. He talks a lot, and sometimes tells me more than I need to hear. To put it bluntly, I don't fully trust the man.
We walk past the lobby and head towards the elevator. I had been to the Las Vegas branch before, but I still have a hard time navigating myself around. It's a grand office building, and when I enter, I see steel colored walls reaching to the roof. Giant screens adorn them with the day's news. The lobby is quite a sight, and there are several agents walking about. I politely make my way through the crowd as I follow Agent Leons to the elevator. He presses up, and we wait for it, standing next to each other in an awkward silence.
The elevator opens, and we walk in. He finally speaks.
"So you ready for some strange shit?" he asks me.
"I've seen a lot, don't know if what you plan to throw my way is really going to surprise me," I respond.
"That's what I thought too, but once I got the details, I was pretty shocked."
"You could've given me a small briefing on the phone."
"If I did, you might have had second thoughts."
"Have you ever known me to not accept a mission?"
"No, but I can't be certain I know anyone that well."
"What's with the rush anyway, Don? "
"It's time sensitive. You'll probably only have until the end of the night to prepare."
"It's already 6:00 PM."
"Yup."
"That high priority, eh?"
"Yup."
The elevator opens and he makes a right, in the direction of one of the debriefing rooms. They all look the same, so I follow him to prevent myself from getting lost. He opens the door and I enter a large conference room with a beautiful polished desk in the center and a humongous screen on the wall. It looks like a standard debriefing room, but much nicer than what I am used to.
"Have a seat," he says.
As I sit down and make myself comfortable, he tosses me a thin tablet device. I turn it on and see an image of a brunette woman. Judging by her appearance she looks to be in her fifties or so.
"That is a picture of Maya Lawton," Agent Leons says. "She's currently fifty five in that picture, but it was taken about twenty five years ago. Quite the looker, eh? She probably ran the racket on clients, don't know why she got into the shit she got into with that face."
"What did she get into?" I ask.
"You'll see."
He turns on the screen and immediately a hologram of a corpse flashes from it.
"This is a more recent image of her," he says smugly.
"You want me to investigate the death of this woman?" I ask Agent Leons.
"Hold off on the questions until after the briefing," he says.
"Okay."
"Maya Lawton was also known as Maya Howl, a prostitute who was a member of this man's stable of hookers."
The screen shows up a hologram of a fat man, well past his hundreds. He is bald and disheveled looking. He's wearing a loose shirt and his neck is adorned with various pieces of jewelry.
"This is Eddie David, grade A asshole, low level pimp. He had a small operation down in Primm. Eddie was incarcerated for running an illegal prostitution ring there. The judge sentenced him to life without parole in 3014."
"Life without parole? That seems pretty harsh for just running a prostitution ring."
"The ring specialized in interspecies prostitution."
"Ahh, I see. So he's currently sleeping in a prison pod right now?"
"No, he's dead. Before he could carry out his sentence, someone murdered him during his transport to Mojave Penitentiary. Files say it was a former rival that arranged his hit. Man, sometimes things are easier when you let these scumbags take each other out. Makes it less messy for us members of the law."
Agent Leons is never one to shy away from his opinions.
"I see," I say dismissively. "What happened to Ms. Lawton?"
"She was sentenced to ten years in a correctional facility. They didn't put her to sleep. She only served two until she got released for good behavior. However, with Eddie gone, her source of income was limited. She stayed off the radar and eventually vanished, or so it seemed. The only thing registered to her was a broken down house and some energy and wireless bills. In actuality, she was still servicing other species."
"So no one ever found out?"
"No, she was actually pretty good at lying low, other than the whole whoring herself out to animals part."
"How long did she do this for?"
"We don't have conclusive evidence, but we're guessing she stopped doing it by 3024. Thank God. This brings us to today."
Another hologram emanates from the screen. This time it is a man with scruffy hair, aged probably into his eighties as well.
"This is detective Scott Marsden. Last morning, he received an anonymous tip about the residence of 1523 Chakming Drive. It was where Maya lived. When he entered, he found her body in the kitchen, as I had showed you in the previous slide. He also encountered this."
The screen renders a hologram of something I've never seen before.
"What the fuck is that?!" I yell.
It's an image of a human, except he doesn't look completely like a man. He has green skin, big bulging black eyes on the sides of his head and a large, wide mouth. His face looks like a frog. The rest of his skin is green as well. But as I examine the photo more closely, I see that he has thumbs, hands like a human. He is wearing human clothing. He's much too large to be a normal frog, yet he definitely doesn't look like anything I've ever seen.
"That, my frien
d is what the folks around here are calling 'halfkinds', that is what this is all about," Agent Leons says.
"Halfkinds?" I ask Agent Leons.
"Well that's what these beings are, half mankind, half animal-kind. From the bio scanners and medical analysis, we've determined that thing has both human and frog DNA. And guess what, the human DNA was a match to Ms. Lawton."
"But that's impossible. There have been no successful cases of animal human splicing so far."
"That's true, but we also had the medical team look at Ms. Lawton, and from their analysis it seems to suggest this wasn't the work of a rogue faction of splicers, this was something else. We're guessing this thing was her son."
"You're saying she gave birth to it?"
"Indeed I am. The medical team did an autopsy on her and they found tons of illegal tech in her body. Biotics, biological robotics, stuff that works inside you. It looks like she wasn't only whoring herself out to other species. She was whoring her body out to some black market implanters. Mix both of them together, and I guess this is the end result. People will do anything for cash."
"What did they put in her?"
"We can't determine yet. It's kind of a jumbled mess of bionic and robotic implants in her uterus. It's hard to determine what kind of tech we're dealing with since all of it seems off the market."
"Do you know the purpose of the implants?"
"Not exactly, but early word from the science lab is that all the implants are related to birth enhancements. Makes sense. Genetically engineering a half man half animal creature would no doubt be on the radar of the United Species Alliance. This group needed something less detectable, so why not have a bunch of paid whores do it the old fashioned way? It's kind of just a hypothesis, though. We won't know until they have more time to research. It's only been a day after all."
"Well your team does work fast."
"They do think that it attributed to her early demise. All of that biotech had traces of synconium in it."
"Isn't that stuff poisonous?"
"Sure is. I'm surprised she lived so long considering what was in her. But since synconium poisoning happens in a flash, she probably had no idea she was going to die so soon."
"I can't believe she agreed to put that stuff in her body."
"She was desperate, and I'm pretty sure the last thing that tech went through was any kind of safety test. She probably didn't even know what was in her. With all the shit she willingly did in her life, I would guess she wasn't the brightest bulb in the bunch."
Agent Leons walks to the other end where a water dispenser lies. He takes a swig of the liquid and goes back to the screen.
"We don't know who did it either," he continues.
"Maybe a group of fanatics? Perhaps, they're trying to manipulate the evolutionary process, kind of like what happened about a few hundred years ago?"
"That's what we think. This is definitely some underground work. Our information is sparse and it's pretty shitty. We don't even know if Maya was the only person involved with these implants. I suspect she wasn't, but that information is up the chain. I can't get access to it."
"So to wrap up what I've learned so far, we suspect that there's a rogue group of biologists out there that are working with women like Maya to breed half human half something else species?"
"That seems to be the case."
"Is there any evidence to suggest that Maya is still involved with this group?"
"That's the thing, we don't have any messages or records that suggest it. They, or she, probably cut ties with each other after this one was born."
"That's why I'm here then, huh? You want me to find this renegade group, find out who's performing these operations?"
"No. Right now that trail is cold. All of this is theory. We haven't had enough time to sift through the evidence that we found at her house to determine what the story is exactly. When we do get something concrete, we'll go after the group responsible for this. For now, what we need you to do is find the others."
"Others?"
"This guy right here, this frog thing, his name was Leonard. I find it kind of funny she gave them such normal names. I would have given these freaks freak names to match their appearance. When our team completed searching the Lawton residence, we discovered that he has brothers and sisters. "
"What?"
"After Detective Marsden subdued Leonard, he investigated the house and stumbled upon the basement, a very large basement, with several rooms built underground."
He goes to the next render and it shows a hall with ten or fifteen corridors.
"All this was constructed below the surface," Agent Leons says. "This was where his brothers and sisters lived."
The structure impresses me. The hallway is quite spacy and, from what I can tell, the rooms look rather roomy. I can't believe all of it was built underground.
"How many are there total?" I ask Agent Leons.
"A lot," he responds. "Including Leonard, eleven."
"Are they all half human, half frogs like Leonard?"
"Not quite. It's kind of a potpourri of species mixing."
He goes to the next hologram. It is of a creature, a large one. He has the face of a human, but it's covered with fur, striped orange and black. His eyes are round and yellow, like a cat's. He has long, bushy white hair flowing from his head. His body is bulky, but muscular. The same striped fur adorns his arms and legs. His hands are like a human's, but the fingers a round and stocky. They look like paws.
"We were able to gather quite a bit of evidence from the rooms in the basement. That's how we created these renders. There were documents, pictures, personal effects, all of them helped piece together the information you are about to receive now. This one's name is Tiago," Agent Leons says. "We're guessing his father is a Bengali Tiger."
"Good guess."
"He appears to be the oldest of the group. From what we can tell, he's roughly twenty two years old. I'm going to show you the profiles in order of age, if you don't mind."
"No problem. Anything else you can tell from him?"
"Not really, but since he's the oldest and one of the biggest of the group, we're guessing he's a natural fit for leader. You'll have time to go over our findings later on. All the documents should be in that tablet I handed to you."
"Okay."
Leons pulls up the next image. It's another massive creature, much larger than Tiago, teetering on the obese side. His body is covered with a light brown fur. His fingers are long and at the end of them are claws. His face is round and a large snout protrudes from the center. On the top of his head are two fuzzy ears.
"Father was a bear?" I ask him.
"From the looks of it. Grizzly, you think?" he asks me.
"I guess, I can't really tell. Not exactly an expert on this stuff."
"His name is Oscar. We figured his age is twenty two as well."
"How'd she give birth to him so quickly when she just had Tiago?"
"The frog, Leonard, he was sixteen, and he was the youngest. We're guessing she kept pumping them out. The implants in her body also might have expedited her pregnancies to a few months each."
"I see. What do you think this one's role in the family is?"
"We're not sure exactly. We think he's big enough to be the muscle of the group, but from his personal writings and journal entries that we found, we get the sense that he's somewhat of a pacifist."
"What did you find from Tiago's writings and personal effects?"
"He's more hostile."
"Did all of them have private journals?"
"Almost all of them. The ones we confiscated are the only way we could figure out their personality profiles."
The next hologram morphs on the screen. It's of a hulking creature. He is big, like Oscar, but muscular, rough looking. His skin is grey, eyes small and beady. He is bald and has the ears of a human. Oh, and there is a giant horn sticking
out of his face where his nose is supposed to be. He is in full scowl mode in the image I see.
"This is Alex," Agent Leons says. "Age is about twenty one. He's one of the two who didn't have a journal. The horn is a dead giveaway that he must be part rhino. Judging from this mug, if Oscar isn't the muscle, he definitely is. Good luck trying to take this bastard down. Let's go on to the next one."
This creature is the strangest looking so far. He has feathers, for starters, shiny brown ones, along with a beak and wings as limbs. I do see human fingers extending to the tips of them. His eyes are globular and very noticeable. He's wearing a jacket and pants, yet coming out from the bottom aren't feet, but talons.
"The biologists can't really figure out what kind of bird he got his traits from, but most likely it's a Golden Eagle, the only true intelligent bird out there," Agent Leons says. "It's pretty indistinguishable, especially with the human traits mixed in there. What we do know is that he's the same age as Alex, just a few months younger. He's also another one without a journal, so it's hard to put a finger on what he's like."
"What's his name?"
"Lombardi. I call him the ugly one. On to the next."
This one is the most human looking. Its posture is hunched over a bit, and it's a lot hairier than a human. Its nose is flattened and there is a long gaping mouth under it. It has long, styled hair, and it's wearing short shorts and a pink tee shirt.
"At first we thought this one was human, but later we figured she was part chimp. And yes, you heard right, that's a girl. I guess you could tell from her attire. She had a journal and from what we read, she's a pure technical ace."
"How do you know?"
"We found a lot of device manuals, blueprints, and hacking files in her living quarters. Schematics and some unassembled machines. It seems whatever she got her hands on, she took time to understand how it worked. She's probably the group's mechanic and genius. Her name is Candy and her age is twenty."
"Candy? Seems kind of an odd choice for a name."
"Haven't you heard? Her mom was a hooker."
Agent Leons presses the button to move onto the next image. This being is quite different from the other one. This one is hideous. His skin is a dark green, almost mud colored, and scaly. His eyes are serpent like, bugging out of his head. Sharp teeth burst past his upper lip, overlapping his bottom one. His hands are large and scabby like the rest of his body and each finger has large claws on them. He is the third biggest after Oscar and Alex.
"This is Curtis. He's obviously reptile, so we're thinking he's bred from a crocodile. We're guessing he's about twenty. Unfortunately, he didn't have a journal, so we're not sure how he fits in with the family. I theorize that if he does have a role, it's not good."
I fixate on his sharp teeth and leathery skin. It sends chills down my spine. Next to the rhino halfkind, he'll be the hardest to take down.
The next hologram image has two halfkinds in it. The first one looks very similar to Tiago, but leaner, skinnier, and with spots. His fur is yellow instead of orange. He also has a large yellow tail, also spotted. The other one has smoother looking skin, though I could see some short hairs on it. It's black and white, and has a large pink snout for a nose. It's also bigger, kind of obese like the half bear that Agent Leons showed me earlier.
"Meet Ace, the half cheetah, and Maddie, the half cow. Each one of them idolizes a different older brother. Ace wants to be like Tiago, Maddie wants to be like Oscar. Oh, and if you couldn't tell by her name, Maddie is female. And now we come to the last two. Both of them are in their late teens."
Agent Leons moves to the next hologram and I see two catlike beings. The first one is has orange fur, its body type is lean and well defined. He has whiskers and hypnotizing cat eyes. His fur covers his whole body and his ears point up. He's bipedal like all the others.
His counterpart is similar to him, except everything is more delicate, feminine. She is the only one who I could tell was a girl off the bat. Her eyes standout since they are so enormous, and her face is thin and soft looking. She has a long tail that sticks out of her clothing. Her fur isn't as long as her brothers, and while she did have the cat ears, she also has long, silky human hair on her head. In a strange way, she is very beautiful, alluring almost.
"These are the twins, Iris and Isaac," Agent Leons said. "They're part cat, and probably about seventeen. And that's all we know about them really. They didn't have a journal or many personal effects."
Agent Leons eyes Iris perversely.
"But, man, too bad that one is a cat abomination," he says. "In a weird way, she looks pretty good."
I imaginarily roll my eyes at his comments. "What can you tell me about the one who died, Leonard?"
"Not a lot, only that he loved his mother very much."
"And the detective just shot at him?"
"No, Leonard attacked first with a kitchen knife."
"He was hostile?"
"It seems so."
"What is my mission exactly?"
"You are to assist in the hunting and termination of these eleven halfkinds."
"Why?"
"It's an order from the Council via the United Species Alliance."
"Seems like a pretty shady order. I'm not a hired assassin."
"Well, you're not. You're a soldier. And soldiers do what they're told."
"They think for themselves, too."
Agent Leons looks to the ground and shakes his head.
"Look, Simon," he says. "I don't decide the orders, but this is one from the top. You already know how much a taboo interspecies relations are. If word got out that these things exist, it'll be chaos. It'll be opening a can of worms that will lead to God knows what. People, animals will take this as another accident, like what happened a few hundred years ago. Suspicion and fear will ravage the streets. These things are atrocities and their very existence shouldn't even be put into light. If this interspecies breeding begins, within a few generations people will wonder exactly what it means to be human. And it's not the way Mother Nature intended it to be."
He takes another sip from his cup.
"Messing with genetics," he continues, "playing God, it's not our role. If our ancestors had only known the repercussions of all this experimenting, then we'd still be on the top, instead of sharing it with all these others animals. But here we are again, put face to face with an evolutionary crisis. It's not only the Human Council that wants this done, it's been decided among all the species councils that these things need to be put out because of the threat they bring to all life, for future generations. This time, we have to put a stop to this before it can even begin."
He puts his cup down.
"Goddamn, think of all the shit us humans could've done if we hadn't messed around, if these animals never got smart. We could've been walking around this planet like gods, dominating the world with all the advances we would've made the past few hundreds of years. I can't even imagine all the cool shit that'd we'd be playing with right now. But that stuff never happened. We had the plans, but once the animals were as smart as us, the plans were put on hold. Now we're stuck in a loop of politics and ever increasing shit."
He looks me in the eye and moves in closer. His face changes from business to a more relaxed expression. A slick smile flashes, like one a used hovercar salesmen would have. The pressure I feel from him makes me uncomfortable.
"This is from the top," he says. "If you do this, the Council, hell the United Species Alliance, won't forget it."
He's right. I don't want to let down either group and the credits they would pay me would be pretty nice. With a direct order like this, I might be the one giving out briefings in the future.
"All right, I'll do it then."
"Good. Follow me and I'll introduce you to your team."
"Team? I normally work with people I know."
"Well this isn't a normal case."