My stomach did full flips on my way to miss Jackel's den, as I'd like to call it. The drive was nice, windows rolled down, the wind blew through my hair. I finally had a chance to breath. And with that came a chance to think clearly. My mind wondered and I thought about what I knew about miss Jackel.
Which admittedly was very little she's someone who's somewhat like a legend in sector 5, a figure of great admiration and fear. The legend goes like this, Miss Jackel formerly know as Theodore mic Vole, a solider of The United sectors.
In those days Theodore was one of the few people who lived after making contact with what the military and media started calling the "Red clan" the dread of humanity. We first learned about the Red clan a hundred or so years ago. From what we've been told it was originally a goo like substance originating at the bottom of the Labrador Sea.
We only know this because of the pieces of its container we've found, we know it originally was at the bottom of the Labrador Sea embedded deep in the sea floor for a fact. It managed to wash up somewhere in Canada, which was at the time going through many civil wars.
The wars at the time were bloody messes what started out as mere scuffles between the west and east of Canada due to a lack of resource sharing. Snow balled into full blown war, as people began starving the east armed with many weapons chose to strike.
The blood filled the streets, which carried traces of it to the rives and as the goo which had somehow risen from the sea floor came in contact with human blood, the worst disaster in history happened.
From what the scientists have said the human blood contaminated the goo, yeah not the other way around, which by some biological coding started to replicate the characteristic of this new substance it just encountered. From this rose the Red clan, the most dangerous threat to humanity but not all that their is... far from it.
People started being infected at alarming rates, from one person to one thousand, from one thousand to ten, and so on. Long story short Canada split between these two factions… fell to the "Red clan". Unable to even prepare a defense against a new more deadly faction that had join there war. The lands would later be known as the "Bad lands" Well how does this relate to miss Jackel.
The story goes like this Canada falls to this new alien life form and in a struggle the us military darted to contain this threat. Built the walls that stretched into the sky's dividing the two land masses, bombs were dropped, soldiers armed with stupidly powerful weapons were sent in all desperate to destroy this theat. This happen some hundred years ago.
But time passed and our defenses held strong, but humans will be humans. Wanting to know more about this threat the military sought to study more specimens of the "Red clan". The first few specimen captured, helped the scientists to learn more about this strange life form, but years passed and all the specimen died or no longer provided new medical knowledge.
So the military wanting more red clan creatures to study offered to any military personnel who'd be willing to embark on such a mission quite literally anything they'd want. The story if true is beyond crazy cause...
We'll miss Jackel and her platoon accepted, they were quickly flown over the hot zone and air dropped into what could only be called hell. Creatures that could be described as "Hunters of mankind." pranced on the soliders who dared to willing enter this hell. She and her platoon fought tooth and nail for months in the bad lands, making it back to the outskirts of the Bad lands where they were picked up by military personnel.
Managing to bring back over 30 specimen miss Jackel's platoon was asked what they wanted. All she wanted was a sex change, this request not only angered everyone present. Seeing as sex changes were out lawed some 70 of years ago but given the opportunity presented her request was just odd, so odd in fact it induced anger to all those present.
With that she was given her request but removed from service. When asked why's she'd do such a thing, she said
"The military wanted something so desperately. That they'd risk the lives of many soldiers... of humanity itself. Yet I didn't question them I never asked them why. For I understood desire at times overcomes many things, emotions and reason being two of those things. I myself have a need something that would make me happy. That's all."
Placing my head on the steering wheel A smile had formed on my face just remembering all the story's I grew up on about her, as a kid honestly brought me back to a better time. Though I doubt this is true it's still legendary.
Looking up I saw one of her henchmen. A big ork looking man, yeah you'd be able to outrun him. But the thought of being trapped in a confined space with such a vile looking man, made every cell in my body cower in terror.
He wore thick leather pants, pitch black in color, with a large hunters knife attached to his leg. the hilt was covered in a white tape, now stained with blood. He had on a similar jacket, open down the middle, exposing his hairy chest. Walking up to the car he opened the door.
With no choice in the matter I got out. Looking him in the eyes, the two of us seemed indifferent to each other's existence… him more so than I, for obvious reasons.
The location miss Jackel chose to make her "den" was a heavily crime ridden area, even for sector 5. Which was already a fucked place but with the rampant prostitution, drug dealing and just overall violence. This was an area you wouldn't want to come to.
We walked for a while 3-4 minutes, I could see it from afar. A club with a long line of people wanting to get in. As we got closer I covered my face not wanting anyone to see as I was escorted past the line threw a door that read do not enter.
To some the door would appear unguarded, but to those who knew, they would see that over 30 people laid in wait to kill anyone who dare attempt to enter this den.
Walking in I saw a familiar scene of a hallway, completely stained by blood. This to my surprise didn't faze me, not anymore I guess. After walking down the seemingly short hallway at least shorter than I remembered. We came to a plain white wall, this I knew was in fact a hidden elevator, accessed by kicking the base of the wall. Which saw the false wall open, and the elevator doors open, which was what happened.
"You'd be fucked if you didn't have legs right"
I said attempting to lighten the mood, the nearly 7 foot man hovering over me. Breathing heavily, with eyes that didn't waver, I mean he stared coldly at the back of my head.
Slowly opening his mouth all he said during this elevator ride that seemed to be sending us down to hell itself was...
"Yeah I guess."