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This entry was part of the competition run by Evil Planet inviting people to describe a day in the life of them, the evil genius. This excellent entry is from ][ceDragon.
“Work faster!” boomed a voice over a loud speaker. The worlds top scientists toiled away under the guard of 2 uniformed men with G36 assault rifles. The camera in the room linked back to the base central operations core, where the head of the installation was currently sitting. A pasty looking man sat at the controls, speaking to himself. “Soon my plans will be complete!” he said, “The entire world will bow to my power rather than face horrible debilitating mutations!”
Reminding himself of a rather important matter, he decided to look to the dispersion chambers. The chambers had been built for about a week now, but the parts for spreading a gas over the entire planet had to be ordered from Asia from a rather unreliable source. Finally the atmospheric dispersion pod had arrived, and four yellow suited workers were quickly putting it in place.
The man got in his pod of a car and zoomed down to the all-important room. As he got out he noticed the workers about to slam the pod into place. “Be careful with that!” he yelled, “that thing costs more than all your life insurance policies are worth combined!”
“Yes, Master Dragon…” they said in unison as they softly lowered it into place.
As they connected it, Dragon’s watch started flashing and emitting a very annoying noise.
“That’s the 4th time today!” he said sounding exasperated. He zoomed back to the operations room and noticed soldiers rappelling from helicopters all around the entrance. “Base to DefCon 2!” he announced over the intercom system as he enabled the klaxon. His own soldiers began filing through the halls to defend the entrance room. The soldiers blew the rock apart that was disguised as the door. Shortly after, flash bangs and CS grenades flew into the room. The trained soldiers quickly overwhelmed Dragon’s troops.
“Oh well,” he muttered, “they were just consuming resources anyways.” “DefCon1, all traps enabled!” he announced as he placed a key in his controls and activated the base automated defense systems. Turrets sprang up near the entrance and tore through 15 soldiers before LAW rockets hit them. The soldiers cleared the hall and split into squads to handle the different corridors. Dragon began to monitor their radio traffic to figure out where they were headed.
“SQUAD 1 CLEAR!”
“SQUAD 2 CLEAR!”
“SQUAD 3 CL…”
“SQUAD 3 REPORT… SQUAD 3 COME IN, WE LOST SQUAD 3, FALL BACK AND REGROUP!”
Dragon laughed to himself as he saw the troops try to recover from his perfectly timed knockout gas. His minions ran up and dragged off the new test subjects or “prisoners” as others tended to refer to them as. The other two squads had formed a larger battle column and moved through the hall before the gas could reset.
The battle column had reached the detention center where Dragon’s researchers toiled away, as they approached the walls slammed together and crushed 5 soldiers. The other soldiers recoiled in surprise and fell into the now uncovered shark tank. The predatory fish made quick work of the troops and the mastermind’s cleaning crew efficiently moved in, to clean up the blood.
Dragon deactivated the base defense systems, but not before a new recruit had wandered into an electrocution trap. Shackles rose out of the floor, and secured the recruit to the floor. He panicked and was hastily trying to free himself as the Tessla coils sprang into place on either side of his head. The 5,000 volts of electricity made quick work of the half-wit and all that remained was a pile of ashes. Dragon shook his head as he ordered his recruitment officers to replace the soldiers he had lost and the witless recruit who had returned to dust.
Dragon turned his cameras to the testing ward where he found 5 soldiers strapped to tables. His researchers gave them each a dose of his mutation gas and studied the effects; all 5 were transformed into his reptilian super soldiers. His new high-powered soldiers were ushered off to the fitting and training room.
“Excellent, time to rake in the dough,” said dragon. He contacted the UN whilst they were in the middle of voting on how to vote about rather or not to vote about cutting down on some of the bureaucracy.
“Gentlemen!” Dragon said, commanding the attention of the most powerful men in the world. “I have established the ultimate in mass terror creation! The pictures you are now seeing are computer renderings of the effects my unrefined mutation gas would have when released in the atmosphere.” Dragon was showing them images of civilians being horribly twisted as their insides spewed out and their limbs grew to differing sizes. “If you wish, to avoid this, I demand ONE TRILLION dollars be deposited to account number EZ763H at World Banc. I will be expecting your decision within the hour!”
A half-hour later the world’s top agents were entering the compound ready to sabotage the device. “Begin the countdown!” Dragon commanded. The atmospheric dispersion chamber began to fill with unrefined mutation gas. Dragon sat at the chair of the Dispersion chambers to take in the show.
Throughout the base Dragon could hear the sounds of gunfire and triggering of his traps. Within 10 minutes his doomsday machine had filled and was preparing to launch. At “T-4” the only surviving agent stormed into the room.
“STOP THE MACHNE!” he yelled.
Dragon’s minions turned to him for guidance.
“Not a chance Mr. Craft,” Dragon replied, “in fact you will be the first to feel the unrestrained effects of this gas.”
Dragon slipped his gas mask on, and his minions did the same, As the device launched it poured gas into the room and the agent was brutally torn apart at the molecular level by the nanites in the gas. The gas in the room dissipated and Dragon unleashed an utterly evil laugh at accomplishing his ultimate goal.
“So, sir, you have effectively destroyed the world right?” asked a minion.
“Yes…” Dragon replied, “I don’t get your point…”
“Well, what are you going to be able to do now, everyone else in the world is gone”
“Guard, Remove this man!” Dragon Commanded. “He obviously does not understand the way these operations work!” |
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