As they examined the injured girl, Detective Jameson realized that she had lost a significant amount of blood. He swiftly searched his car for a blood bag and get the blood type testing kit and used a needle to prick his fingertip for a blood type test. Upon returning inside, he also carefully pricked a tiny hole in the girl's fingertip to collect a blood sample for testing. Within seconds, the device displayed the results: the girl's blood type was A+, while his own was AB+.
"Mark, I can't donate blood to her. Give me your fingertip," said Detective Jameson. He collected a blood sample from Mark's fingertip and tested it with the device. The result showed that Mark's blood type was O negative, which can be given to anyone.
[[[[Author notes! :People with AB+ blood type are considered universal recipients as they can receive blood from any blood type. However, they cannot donate blood to individuals with the A+ blood type because the A antigen present on the surface of the red blood cells in the A+ blood type would be recognized as a foreign substance by the recipient's immune system and cause an immune response, leading to potential complications such as hemolysis (destruction of red blood cells) and organ damage. In short, individuals with A+ blood type only have A antigen on their red blood cells, so they cannot safely receive blood from donors with the B antigen (present on the red blood cells of individuals with the B blood type) or both A and B antigens (present on the red blood cells of individuals with AB blood type).
In a simple explanation, AB+ individuals have both A and B antigens on the surface of their red blood cells and produce neither anti-A nor anti-B antibodies. Therefore, if they donate blood to someone with A+ blood, the anti-B antibodies in the recipient's plasma will attack the donor's B antigens, leading to a potentially fatal transfusion reaction.
On the other hand, O- individuals have neither A nor B antigens on the surface of their red blood cells and do not produce anti-A or anti-B antibodies. Therefore, their blood can be safely transfused to people with any blood type, making them universal donors.]]]
"Okay, Mark, just relax," Detective Jameson reassured him as he rummaged through his supplies. "I need to collect 2 liters of blood from you." He carefully selected a blood bag and assembled the necessary equipment. After disinfecting Mark's arm, he inserted the needle and watched as the blood began to flow into the bag.``I know your blood contains unique microorganisms that produce additional antibodies to help your body recover from diseases and immediately heal wounds," He said, monitoring the progress. Finally, he removed the needle and applied a bandage to the puncture site.
"Hey, have you heard of the tiny creatures living inside my body?" Mark asked as Detective Jameson prepared to inject the girl.
"It's been two decades since we started infiltrating the secret associations within the Midlight Tower," Detective Jameson replied, as he began to recount the story. "During one of our patrols outside the tower, suddenly a man knocked on us, begging for help. His handprint was smeared on the glass, blood covering his entire body. We couldn't identify him due to the blood obscuring his face" Detective Jameson perched on the broken air conditioner, his eyes fixed on the girl lying on the table. He paused for a moment before continuing, "My partner and I stopped the car and approached the man. We asked him what had happened, but he could barely speak. All he could manage to say was, 'Help me, Help me please officer, they're going to kill me.' The look in his eyes still haunts me to this day."
His voice was low and intense as he continued the story " While we were helping him into the car, suddenly we came under fire. We immediately took cover behind the car. My partner attempted to call for backup, but as he reached for the radio, he was shot in the head. The man we were helping was now covering his head and continuing to cry. I didn't know what to do. I tried to fight back, but there were too many of them. I couldn't even shoot my gun. As I tried to reach for the radio, I too got shot and fell to the ground. The next thing I knew, I was waking up in the hospital. I was just lucky to be alive," Detective Jameson laughed.
"What about the organism?" Mark asked him again as Detective Jameson chuckled at the memory.
Detective Stopped his half-suppressed laugh, his expression turning serious. "While I was lying in that hospital bed, the director general visited me. He was eager to know if the man we tried to help had given us any information about what had happened to him. I said, 'I'm sorry, sir. The man didn't provide any information because he was scared at that time. We tried to help him but suddenly unidentified men shot us." After he heard that, he said, "Don't worry, detective. I will handle it. and also Your partner will receive justice for his death.' After a week, the case was closed like it was just a joke. I begged them to continue the investigation, but they refused, so I started my own investigation. I went back to the area where the tragedy happened, and I remembered that the man threw something that fell into the drainage. I opened it, and I saw a clear plastic ziplock bag stuck on the metal with something inside. I used a stick to retrieve the plastic bag, and when I got it, I found a flash drive. I went back home to check what was inside. After inserting the flash drive into my computer, I looked through the files. I saw videos of experiments where humans were turned into strange creatures. I also found footage of the man I tried to help, who was injected with an organism similar to the one inside you. They tested his body by brutally stabbing him, but miraculously he recovered within a day. It seemed that the organism helped his body to recover. I also found some documents about the organism. But in your case, I didn't know how you could have been in a coma for two months and also the reason for the lapses in your memories "
"I feel a surge of strength coursing through my veins, but there's still one thing I need to figure out. I need to know why those bastards chased us and murdered my mother. And more importantly, I need to find out who's behind it all. And when I do, they'll regret the day they ever messed with me." said by Mark" Mark's voice hardened as he spoke and steered the conversation toward his mother's death, his eyes flashing with determination.
"I understand what you're feeling, Mark," Detective Jameson said with a sympathetic tone. "But what you're planning isn't going to be easy, and the people behind it are not insignificant. They are dangerous and powerful, and you need to be careful."
"All we have to do now is make a serious plan before we take any action. A plan that's going to get us in and out of there undetected, We need to figure out how we can infiltrate that damn Tower," Detective Jameson added
While they were in conversation, The girl stirred from her unconsciousness, she immediately pulled the needle out of her arm and sat up on the table, feeling the strength returning to her limbs.
The Two changed their attention and Mark turned to the girl and asked in a casual tone, "Hey how are you feeling now? You seem to have regained your strength."
"So this is where you've been holed up all this time?" Detective Jameson asked, looking around the small garage. "I've been keeping tabs on you for two years now, Spectre" he added with a casual tone
"so, you're one of those people trying to catch me, huh?" The girl spoke in a serious tone.
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[[[[Spectre has an athletic and toned body that exudes sensuality and confidence. Her curves are in all the right places, and she moves with a fluid grace that is mesmerizing to watch. Despite her toned physique, she maintains a sense of femininity and softness that is undeniably alluring.
Her pretty face is framed by her long, flowing black hair, which she wears in loose waves that cascade down her shoulders. Her features are delicately sculpted, with high cheekbones and full, pouty lips that add to her overall sense of sultriness. Her eyes are dark and alluring, with a smoky, mysterious quality that draws people in and keeps them guessing.]]]
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"Wait a sec, I didn't realize you were a girl."Mark said, laughing and scratching his head." But seriously, how did you manage to get into that research lab? And why did you bother saving me?" Mark asked
"You're just lucky that I happened to be there, checking something out," Spectre said with a Solemn tone. "But don't think I forgot that you destroyed my favorite camera," she added, her enigmatic demeanor making it hard to tell if she was joking or not.
"Ah, sorry about that! I didn't mean to destroy your camera. I was just really caught up in the moment and didn't even notice you were there," Mark apologized with a sheepish grin and a scratch on his head.
The Spectre rose from the table and strode towards the concealed door. Just as she was about to press the button, Mark spoke up, revealing that he had given some of his blood to aid in her recovery.
"I already gave you my blood with those tiny creatures in it. It'll help you get your strength back right away, haha. So now we're even," Mark said to Spectre in a nonchalant tone.
"Wait, what? Why did you put those creatures inside of me? Goddammit!" Spectre exclaimed, her tone filled with worry as she turned to face Mark.
Mark looked confused. "What's wrong, Spectre?" he asked.
Detective Jameson stood up, listening to their conversation. "So, anything I should know more about these organisms?" he asked, interrupting, but Specter ignored him.
"Mark, what the hell were you thinking putting those damn creatures inside of me?" Spectre's voice was filled with anger as she grabbed Mark's t-shirt and pushed him lightly.
"I'm sorry, but I don't understand what you're talking about," Mark replied to Spectre, his voice filled with confusion.
"I'm sorry specter, but it was me who put Mark's blood inside you. You lost a lot of blood." Detective Jameson explained apologetically.
Specter's reaction was instantaneous. With lightning reflexes, she swiftly kicked the gun from its holster, sending it soaring through the air before she deftly caught it. A menacing glint shone in her eyes as she aimed the weapon at the detective.
Tension hung thick in the air, as Spectre's gun was pointed squarely at the detective. The atmosphere was charged with almost palpable energy, as the two faced off in a high-stakes
confrontation. However, Mark was still confused, trying to make sense of the situation.
"Oh, so you're the one who put those parasites inside me, huh?" Spectre said, looking at Detective Jameson. "I lost a lot of blood, but I didn't sign up for this," she added with a hint of annoyance in her voice.
"whoa .. Okay, okay, Sorry, but I need to know why," the detective pressed urgently, his tone now laced with concern. "Is there something we should be worried about?" he inquired, his voice taking on a cool edge as he probed for answers.
Specter Lowered the weapon, aimed at the detective, and began to pace around the room, her thoughts consumed by the organism inside her. She felt a growing sense of unease, and then suddenly stopped in her tracks. "Yes," she said, her voice low and trembling with emotion. "There's a huge problem with it." The room fell silent as everyone waited with bated breath for Spectre to continue.
"Listen to me, both of you," she said. "These Parasites might give us strength now, but they will eventually take control of our bodies. It's only a matter of time before they start killing us from the inside. Do you understand the gravity of this situation?"
Detective Jameson muttered to himself, feeling a bit relaxed but also slightly shocked.
"So these creatures have the power to give us strength but eventually take over our bodies and kill us? How did I miss that crucial piece of information? I've been investigating this for two decades. What kind of Organization is involved in this?"
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microorganisms were found inside Mark's body, which are believed to be parasites.
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"How did you find out about this, and why would anyone create these tiny creatures if they only end up harming themselves?" Mark was just curious.
"It's none of your business how I found out," Spectre replied curtly.
"It's crazy that those rich people would spend billions just to create these creatures and they make them fight each other. It's sickening to think about how they're playing with innocent lives, and now we will become one of them, " she added with a hint of disgust in her voice.
Mark slumped to the ground, his voice trembling with emotion. "I thought I could avenge my mom's death, but now it seems like I'm just becoming another victim of those bastards."
The room fell deathly quiet as everyone realized the gravity of the situation.
Within moments Detective Jameson leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Spectre. ", how long will it take for the parasites to completely take over the body?"
"It's hard to say exactly how long it takes for the parasites to completely take over the body," Spectre explained, her face etched with concern. "It depends on how the body reacts to it. I've seen cases where it takes as long as a year before the parasites gains full control of the host's mind, but in other cases, it can happen in as little as a month."
She paused, her eyes glinting with a fierce determination. "I have no choice now. These tiny creatures are already in my veins, even though I don't like them, But we can't just sit here and wait for it to happen. We have to find a way to fight back and take down those bastards who created this thing. They've been getting away with this for far too long."
She made her way again to the concealed door and pressed the small button on the right side, and the door slowly opened, revealing a hidden staircase leading downwards.
As she was about to descend, Detective Jameson called out to her, "Where are you going?"
Spectre turned to him with a resolute expression on her face and replied, "If you want to know about it, follow me."
Detective Jameson made a split-second decision to follow Spectre, but Mark opted to stay outside.
With a sharp and commanding voice, Mark spoke to Detective Jameson just before the detective disappeared down the concealed door. "Detective, Please Keep me in the loop if there are any updates on the matter." The sudden change in his demeanor was noticeable, Where he once seemed uncertain, there was now a steely determination in his gaze and a seriousness to his tone. It was clear that Mark was not going to let this situation go unattended and was willing to take any necessary action to resolve it.
As Detective Jameson followed Spectre in silence, she deftly opened the circuit breaker. The room was illuminated, revealing rows of computers situated near the stairs and a series of stirred-tank bioreactors on the right side of the room enclosed in glass. Suspended inside the tanks were human brains, visible through the translucent liquid that enveloped them, creating an eerie and unsettling atmosphere.
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author notes:
A stirred-tank bioreactor is a type of bioreactor that uses mechanical agitation to mix the contents of the tank. It consists of a cylindrical vessel with a motor-driven impeller that creates a turbulent flow of the culture medium, allowing the cells or microorganisms inside to mix and receive a continuous supply of oxygen and nutrients. Stirred-tank bioreactors are commonly used in the industrial-scale production of biological products, such as vaccines, enzymes, and therapeutic proteins. They offer several advantages, including high efficiency in mixing, scalability, and flexibility in terms of process control and automation. However, they also present some challenges, such as shear stress on the cells, foaming, and contamination risks, which need to be carefully managed to ensure optimal performance and product quality.
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As Detective Jameson silently followed Spectre, the latter deftly opened the circuit breaker. The basement was approximately 500 square meters in size. The room was well-illuminated, revealing rows of computers situated in front of the stairs. Behind the stairs, there was a small kitchen and a room. On the right side of the computers was a research lab with advanced equipment and technology. Inside the lab, there were several stirred-tank bioreactors enclosed in glass. Suspended within the tanks were human brains, visible through the translucent liquid that enveloped them, creating an eerie and unsettling atmosphere. Detective Jameson walked around, his gaze shifting from the bioreactors to the transparent doors on the other side of the room. Curious, he approached one of the doors and removed its cover. Inside, he saw an array of armor suits and guns that left him amazed, his mind racing with questions about what kind of operation was being conducted here.
"I don't know what the heck these contraptions are for, aside from those badass guns and armor suits," Detective Jameson said, still a little amazed. "And how the hell did you manage to set all of this up on your own?" he added, looking at Spectre with a mix of surprise and curiosity.
"I stole these stirred-tank bioreactors from a secret underground research facility. They're a crucial component of my work to develop an antidote that can prevent parasites from taking control of the human mind," Spectre explained. "I've made progress, but there's still something lacking in the formula. However, I have successfully created Organismx Liquid that can slow down the rate at which the parasites can take hold. It's a work in progress, but I'm doing my best, till I can develop a complete antidote that will not only save innocent victims but also strike a blow against those rich bastards who are responsible for this mess."
While the Specter spoke, she held an syringe and injected herself to slow down the organism inside her.
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Author notes: Just to be clear, OrganismsX Liquid is not yet a successful antidote for the strange parasites that Mark encountered. The Parasite is simply too strong for any cure at the moment. However, Specter's creation can provide temporary relief for 3-5 days , depending on the human body, by slowing down the rate at which the microorganisms take hold in a living organism. It's a remarkable creation. Specter was able to harness the power of these tiny organisms, which could potentially be incredibly helpful in finding a permanent cure.