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had the build of a small tank picked Emich up by the waist and pinned him down against a rough wall filled of holes. Seeing the bearded giant face to face, Emich figured he was one of the helping hands that dealt with limp bodies on a daily basis, his apron covered in blood and unrecognizable stains. Metal restraints bloomed out of the wall around Emich, whirling downwards to lock over his legs, waist, and chest. They were covered in dents, bullets still embedded into the thick bars of metal. Glancing at the soldiers, who were lining up before him, he started to sweat — despite the chilling steel surrounding him.
    Stepping off to the side, the lumbering staff member crossed his arms, leaning against the wall like he was waiting for a show to start. A soldier stepped up to the front, main issue UC assault rifle in hand. It wasn’t military grade, but it was still the kind they used for any urban conflicts that was human-on-human. Lifting it up to his hip, the rifle expanded outward from its collapsed state, the stock and barrel whirling out of hiding and into position. Once the laser sight lowered into place, the invisible beam place a bright blue dot on Emich’s abdomen.
    He closed his eyes. It was the only thing he could do while he waited for the trigger to be pulled.
    The shot was muffled by the guns built in silencer, but Emich still flinched at the sound of it. The metal restraints spread open to allow him to fall to the ground, his lungs finally able to expand fully. Gasping for air, he held the wound in his stomach with a weak hand, the bullet passing right through his body and out his back. He’s felt the sting of a bullet hitting his armor, but never one hitting him directly.
    Expecting to feel his organs spilling out of the small hole and blood pooling on the floor, there was a different feeling. Looking down at his injury and grunting in agony, his wound gradually shrank, the skin reattaching itself like a web thickening to the point where it was like nothing ever happened. Feeling a strange warmth from within, he coughed as the sensation of his stomach expanding back to normal made him shudder. His cough became wet with what he thought was blood, until it splattered on the ground under his mouth in a small purple puddle. The same thing that they had in the IV bag, only more red and thick.
    The agent stood over Emich, blocking the light from above with his intimidating stature. He didn’t say a word, but Emich could tell he had his blood-chilling smirk underneath his dark shadow.
    Emich’s voice shivered, unsteady from the shock. “What the hell did you do to me?!”
    “We’ve succeeded in making you the perfect subject, according to the results. You have shown to have gained abilities of the Niflheim. You are the first step to a way we can fight them back and take them out once and for all.”
    Even with the adrenaline helping him fight through the muscle suppressants, Emich failed at getting up and could only stagger onto one knee. “You’ve turned me into a freak!”
    The agent took a step back, facing the other direction to walk back to his watching position from before. “We have turned you into a successful execution on the human ability to adapt. The information we are collecting on these test will help the ERA become the one and only force that will have the capabilities to save our doomed planet.” Spinning on his heel, he clicked his boots to have everyone at attention. “Set him back into the fire zone and prepare the next weapon.”
    Emich huffed loudly, his breathing sharp. As the hairy gorilla of a man picked him up to lock him back in place, he tried to fight back but to no avail. Even at full strength, he would have had trouble breaking out of the massive man’s grip. All he could do was try to breathe the pain away and keep his eyes closed. He know what kind of weapons they had in mind and he didn’t want to know.
    The firing range was used as a torture chamber for the rest of the