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The Good Doctor: Origins

By: secret_reader



"Please! Don't!" the girl pleaded.

The men surrounding her just laughed, and continued their advance. They had backed into a corner; there was no escape. 

"Hey, the boss isn't here yet." One of the men said; he was tall and boney, with greasy hair and a wicked grin on his face. "Maybe we could have some fun with her." 

A general rumbling of approval came from the crowd of ten thugs-for-hire. 

"No..." was all the girl could say as they advanced upon her.

Rough hands seemed to grabbing every part of her body. Her struggles were useless, and the hands began tearing her clothes off her body. Soon she was dressed in only a white lace bra and matching panties. The men took a couple of steps backward to admire the quick work they did on the blond.

"No...don't" she gasped, knowing what was going to happen, no matter what she said. 

The skinny man who had instigated this humiliation took a step forward, the sick grin still on his face as he unbuckled his jeans and began to unzip them.

Thwip.........crunch.........

The skinny man let out a blood curdling scream. It was obvious to see why. Protruding from his shoulder was a strange metal contraption. It resembled a bear-trap that had closed. Teeth about six inches long lined a chrome hinge, which was currently snapped shut, digging painfully into the would-be-rapist's shoulder. Attached to this device was a long, black chain. 

The nine other men and the almost-rape victim followed the chain back to its source. Standing about ten feet away from them was a tall figure dressed in an all white suit with a black tie and shoes. In his gloved hands he held a length of coiled black chain. It was too dark in the ally to see the man's face. He stood very still, surveying the scene before him. Skinny kept screaming, his face now drained of blood. The woman cowered against the wall, too terrified to move or make a sound. After what seemed like hours, the man in the suit suddenly yanked the chain he was holding. It came whizzing back, and he caught it deftly in his now outstretched hand. 

Thump

Something had fallen to the asphalt. Skinny had also stopped screaming. Sensing his change in composure, the crowd of thugs turned back to see what had happened. There stood Skinny, still staring at his arm...or rather where his arm had been. His eyes were as wide as saucers as he gaped in silent horror at the stump gushing blood. All other eyes were also transfixed on the bloody spectacle until Skinny suddenly slumped to his knees and fell forward with a sickening thud.

He was dead.

The girl who had almost been raped by Skinny had watched the events unfold before her in horror, still unable to make a sound. The group of men before her finally tore their gaze from their dead comrade and fixed it on the man who had killed him. He was still standing as calmly as before this time with a severed arm in his hand, which he tossed lightly so it landed at the foot of the crowd. 

"You were hired to find this woman, and wait for me" the man said softly with a slight Russian accent, "Your friend decided to disobey orders. Decided to...rape...her." He spat the word "rape" as if it was a bad taste in his mouth, "and for that he paid dearly."

He took a smooth step forward, and all present gasped at the sight of him. On his head he wore a mask that was a snow-white human skull, grinning teeth and all. It covered his entire head; the only visible feature of his real face was the sticking blue eyes that peered behind too large eye-holes in the mask. 

"Thank you men, you are relieved. Your payments have been wired to your preferred accounts."

The men made no move to leave. They were still too shaken up for what they had just witnessed. 

The man narrowed his eyes in anger, "LEAVE!" he shouted at the thugs. 

This seemed to send the message, and the group of criminals scurried past the man in the suit and out of the dark ally, disappearing into the night. 

Still in her bra and panties, the woman was now shivering in fright as well as response to the cold night air. She eyed the man wearily, knowing that he had saved her from rape...but was what he wanted any better? The same? 

"Come" He said, and held out his hand to the woman.

"W-who are you?" she said barely above a whisper, but still summoning all her courage to address the man.

"My name is unimportant, but you can address me as Trapjaw" He said flatly.

'Trapjaw?' the woman thought, 'this has to be a sick joke'.

"I said come" the man, Trapjaw, repeated.

"What? So you can rape me? Or kill me?" The woman said, becoming angry now for being ordered around.

"Kill you? Not a chance, you're much too valuable to kill, Rachel."

"What. How. You know my name?" Rachel gasped, wondering what else he knew about her. He certainly knew how to find her, or she wouldn't be in this situation. 

"Yes, Rachel, I know who you are. And all will become clear soon if you just come with me. If you won't come voluntarily, I can drag you" he said, menacingly rattling the chain he had since coiled around his shoulder. 

After seeing what that chain could do Rachel had no intention of allowing him to use it on her. She nodded curtly and took a step toward Trapjaw.

"Good girl. I promise, you won't regret it"

Rachel highly doubted that, and could swear she saw Trapjaw's mask shift ever so slightly as if he was smiling, no sneering, at her. He turned and led Rachel through the alley. There was nowhere for her to run...she was trapped. When the pair reached the end of the alley, there was a black car waiting for them. 

"Get in, and don't think about running" Trapjaw ordered, shifting his shoulder ever so slightly, rattling the chain.

Rachel gulped and squeezed past the tall man, opened the back door, and slipped inside. The interior was warm, and she was silently relieved to be out of the cold. 

Trapjaw slipped in beside her and slammed the door. The car started moving. Rachel was trapped in the back seat of a moving car with a man with a gruesome weapon and wearing a skull mask. She was clad in only her underwear, and the man's intentions were unclear. How could this get any worse? ******* He had her pushed against the wall, her leg wrapped around his waist and her hot mound rubbing against his cock through his jeans. She had unbuttoned his shirt and her hands were now roaming over the hard muscles she had uncovered. He was kissing her neck, lifting the hem of her blouse so he could sneak his hands up her back to undo the clasp of her bra.

Clearly this was going too slow, and she pushed him away, grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head. Her bra soon followed, as did her skirt. She was now dressed in only her black bikini panties.

Looking at her toned, tan body and C cup perky breasts caused Rob's cock to strain painfully against his jeans. How did he get so lucky? He just went out to the bar for a few drinks after work, and found a horny slut with a hotel room. What luck. 

She pounced, pushing his shirt of his shoulders as she attacked his mouth with fervent kisses. Her hard nipples scraped against his chest, sending electric shockwaves through his torso. 

"Fuck me, hard. Make me scream" She whispered into his ear.

'If you insist' he thought, and scooped her up in his large arms and tossed her onto the king sized bed. He shed his jeans and boxer briefs, and pounced onto the bed. She squealed and backed away in mock fright, but he grabbed her legs and yanked her toward him, her panty clad crotch now level with his mouth. 

He licked her moist panties from one end of her slit, all the way up to her clit. She moaned her approval, and Rob hooked her panties with his fingers, and pulled them down and off her long legs. She was shaven completely bare. 'Of course she is' Rob thought before he started to suck on her clit. She moaned louder this time, her hands coming down to hold his head in place. Rob brought his hands up to play with her tits, and her moans became more insistent.

"Yes, yes, lick my cunt" She seethed in complete ecstasy.

Rob obliged, and it was a matter of minutes before she screamed her orgasm, grinding her hips to his mouth as she squirted her release, soaking his face.

'A screamer AND a squirter...my kind of woman' Rob thought as she finally released his head from her grip. 

"Fuck me" she whispered, still coming down from her previous orgasm.

Rob was happy to oblige as he positioned his cock at her soaking entrance. He pushed forward; a satisfying squelching sound graced his ears as he slid into her hot depths. She was tight, much tighter than a slut like her should be. 

"Oh God, yes" She moaned, and raked her nails down his muscled back.

He began to piston his cock into her cunt, grimacing in pleasure each time her nails dug into his back. 

"Fuck....fuck....FUCK!" She screamed in time to his thrusts. 

She orgasmed again, squirting even more violently than before, coating Rob's lower belly and pubic hair in her juices. The hot splatter against his skin sent him over the edge, and he began to pump his seed deep into her womb.

"YESSSSS!" She hissed as her orgasm tapered off and his cum coated her insides. 

He stayed inside her for another minute while they both caught their breath. Finally he rolled off her onto the bed. He looked over at the slut beside him, and was not surprised to see she was asleep, his cum leaking from her cunt.

"Not a bad idea" he said to himself, and was soon asleep himself. 

A few hours later, he felt a stirring next to him; slowly Rob opened his eyes, but was too slow to react to the needle coming toward his neck. 

"Shhhh" the girl whispered "It'll be alright"

She became fuzzy, and her voice distant. Rob tried to speak, but all that came out sounded like a gurgle. Blackness overcame him, and he was out.

The blond woman walked naked over to her discarded purse, and pulled out her cell phone. After dialing a number she held it to her ear and waited for two rings before she hung up. She immediately dialed the number again, this time a male answered it on the first ring. 

"Do you have him?" The Russian voice asked.

"As commanded" the girl said with a smile.

"Good, you're proving to be the perfect assistant. Bring him back here, I'll have the Engineer ready."

She hung up the phone and began dressing. She glanced over at the unconscious man once or twice, and admired his good looks. She had chosen him because he was strong, but he was also handsome, with dirty blond hair and green eyes. Hopefully she could fuck him again if he survived the modification. The passion she had expressed was genuine. But all too often the good fucks died once the Engineer got a hold of them. Pity. 

After dressing herself, the woman managed to get a pair of pants on...Ron was it? She couldn't remember. Once he was at least half dressed, she slung his strong arm over her shoulder and lifted him up to his feet. For someone as slim as her, the task seemed effortless.

Grabbing her purse in her free hand, the girl left the hotel room, dragging the unconscious man with her to the stairwell. She had gotten a room on the top floor for a reason and only had to drag the man up one flight of stairs. 

Once on the roof, she waited five minutes before a black helicopter could be heard approaching her. She didn't move a muscle as the helicopter hovered above the hotel and started to descend toward her. After it landed, she dragged the man another twenty feet and hoisted him into the back. She then jumped up, and settled in a seat opposite the body. 

The helicopter was in the air in less than sixty seconds after it landed. 

"You've done well, Rachel" A man's voice said over the headset the woman had placed on her head.

"I always do" Rachel said, turning to smile at the man in the white suit who was seated next to the pilot.

He smiled back at her......or at least his mask did.

To be continued...

The Good Doctor: Origins Ch. 02



Rob's head was pounding; his mouth was dry, and his eyesight blurry. That was not the least of his worries. After blacking out after some great sex, Rob had awoken after what seemed like seconds strapped to a chair that resembled a dentist's chair. His wrists were secured to its arms. He could not see his legs, but he could not move them. He was shirtless, and wearing only a pair of white cotton pajama pants. Thankfully his abductors hadn't secured his head, and he could look at his surroundings.

The room was small and had mirrors on three of the four walls. It was blindingly white, and Rob could barely make out the outline of a door in front of him. He could see in the mirrors that the chair he was strapped to was secured to the white floor. There was no apparent escape, not even a vent on the ceiling.

As he surveyed his surroundings, the door in front of Rob opened with a slight 'hiss'. A short man with frizzled grey hair and a white lab coat dotted with stains came through it. He surveyed Rob through his mirrored safety goggles, and smiled, showing off sickly yellow teeth.

"What the fuck are you doing with me?" Rob demanded upon seeing the strange man.

Ignoring Rob, the man turned and went back the way he had come, closing the door behind him with a louder 'hiss'. 

Angry, Rob began to shout, "Get me the fuck out of here! Please!" 

No answer. Rob began to panic; he'd seen enough horror movies to see where this was going. They were going to do painful experiments on him and probably kill him in the process. Breathing became difficult as the panic set in, and Rob began thrashing at his bounds.

"Settle down, we aren't going to hurt you" a voice came from some hidden intercom.

Upon hearing the voice, Rob settled down a bit. They could see him, and probably hear him too. 

"Then what do you want from me?" 

Silence. Clearly the kidnappers were not willing to answer any questions. 

'hisss'

The door opened again. This time, a young redheaded woman in a nurse's uniform came through it. In her hand were a metal tray with a syringe and a bottle with a blue liquid inside. The nurse barely glanced at Rob as she set the tray on his lap and picked up the needle and bottle. He watched in strange fascination as she filled the syringe with some of the liquid. 

Finally, Rob's senses kicked in and he fought against his restraints, knowing it was no use, but also knowing that whatever was in the syringe was meant for him. The nurse ignored him, and unceremoniously jabbed the needle into his upper arm. There was a slight ache as she pressed the liquid into his arm. 

"No...please" he protested, "Stop."

But it was no use, and he braced himself for whatever effects the drug would have. The nurse gathered her tray from Rob's lap, and excited just as she had entered without a backward glance at the man in the chair. 

Rob held his breath, waiting for something to happen, but nothing did. After a few seconds he let out the breath he was holding, still bracing himself for whatever delayed reaction he might have. Still, nothing happened.

"What was that?" he asked himself silently.

'hiss'

Yet again the door opened, and the man with the wild gray hair came in again. This time he walked right up to Rob and began looking him over.

"Get away from me, you freak" Rob said, uncomfortable under this man's gaze.

"Shut up" the man said with a slight German accent, "It'll all be over soon."

Rob didn't like the sound of that at all. 

"Are you going to kill me?" he asked, suddenly wanting to know the truth.

"Far from it" was the only answer he got before the door opened. The nurse was back, this time she was pushing a chair similar to the one Rob was strapped to. There was someone in that chair as well, but he was unconscious. 

"Who..." he began to ask, but his voice trailed off when he recognized the figure.

It was him.

Every detail was dead-on, down to the last freckle. 

"You....what...." Rob sputtered, unable to comprehend what he was viewing. 

"Impressive, isn't it?" the German man said, "Possibly my finest creation."

"This is sick!" Rob shouted, "You fucking cloned me?"

"Cloned you? No, not cloned....built" 

"What the fuck..." he said, his confusion growing.

"Why explain? It won't matter in a minute anyway" 

The nurse was back, this time wheeling in an odd looking apparatus with more dials and monitors than Rob had ever seen on a single machine. Attached to it were two flexible metal tubes, each with a rather nasty looking barb on the end. Rob didn't like the looks of it, and began to panic again.

"Now, now, this won't hurt much at all" the German man said noting his panic.

"You're all set, Engineer" the nurse said in an affectless voice.

"Thank you, Nurse Sweet" he said "that will be all."

He faced Rob and grinned.

"Now, I haven't had much success yet, but I feel like you'll be the perfect candidate. Young, strong, smart; the perfect man...the perfect mind."

Rob just stared back. He was helpless. Captured, restrained, and shot up with some unknown drug; there was no escape. He didn't even struggle when the man called Engineer grabbed his hair and pulled his head down to his chest.

"This might pinch a bit" he said, a picked up one of the metal tubes.

Suddenly Rob's instincts kicked in, but were too late again, and could barely move before the tube was stabbed into the base of his skull. He couldn't move an inch. He willed his body to respond to his brain's commands, but no part of him did. He was paralyzed, his spinal cord severed.

"Don't fret, young man" Engineer said, "You won't need that body anymore anyway."

He brought Rob's head up from his chest, and turned it towards the other chair.

"That's your new body. I made it just for you...or rather; your mind."

More riddles, but Rob didn't care. He was done for; he couldn't even use his body anymore. He watched as Engineer stuck the other tube into the base of his clone's skull. 

"Let the show begin!" Engineer said enthusiastically, and threw a switch on the machine.

Rob's vision became fuzzy, and a deafening ringing was all he could hear. Slowly his world began to fade from his eyes, and all he remembered before he woke up was the sound of ringing which never dimmed. ************* It was a bad dream, it had to be. He would wake up and be in bed with the girl he had met at the bar, maybe even have another go before they had to part.

"...waking up" he could hear her through the fog.

Slowly, Rob opened his eyes. His vision was blurry, and there were blinding white lights above him. He blinked and opened his eyes again. This time the lights were purple. Another blink, the lights were red. Once more and the lights were orange against a purple background.

"What..." he managed to grumble.

"Optics are adjusting"

A female voice, a flat affectless one. Nurse Sweet. It wasn't a dream. His eyes snapped open, this time his vision seemed normal. He tried to move, but couldn't. At first Rob thought this was because of the paralysis, but soon discovered it was because he was restrained again, but this time with something stronger. Metal bands secured him to a bed, and he could feel them biting into his bare chest and stomach.

"Let me go." He demanded, surprised at the strength of his voice. 

He sounded the same, but different; more assertive and clear. He strained against his bonds, and was surprised to find they creaked a little in stress. He tried for several more seconds before giving up. 

"Strength is at full power" Nurse Sweet's voice said.

Rob lifted his head and looked around. He was in a hospital room with all the equipment one would expect, as well as a few things Rob did not recognize. Nurse Sweet was nowhere in sight, but Rob could see an observation window in the wall.

"Now that he's awake, we can begin testing him tomorrow." 

There was a click, and Rob realized that Nurse Sweet must have been dictating notes out loud from behind the observing window. Perhaps she didn't know the intercom was on, or maybe she wanted Rob to hear that he was nothing but some kind of experiment. 

The lights in the room went off, and Rob was plunged into darkness. The only light came from the steady glow off the monitors around the room. Unsatisfied with just laying there helpless, Rob began to fight against his restraints again. The metal began to groan like it had before, but it seemed louder this time. Rob fought harder, pushing with all his might. The groaning became more intense and growing louder. The sounds spurred Rob on and he pushed with all his might.

'Clang'

The restraint around his chest and shoulders sprang up. His were arms free; Rob sat up and pulled against the second restraint around his waist. This one sprang up quicker because of the added leverage. He was finally free. 

Rob sprang out of bed and rushed to the door, tripping over the equipment scattered around his room on his way over. 

"It's too dark" he thought to himself.

Suddenly his vision changed, and his surroundings became bright as day. Everything was black and white, but Rob didn't care as long as he could see.

He tried the handle to find it locked. Frustrated, he shook the handle harder and was surprised when the handle turned with a 'snap'. 

"What the hell..." 

He shook his head to clear it; there was time for thinking later. Now was time for escape. Rob found himself in a corridor with no doors on the walls. At the end of the hall was what looked like an elevator. There was no choice; he'd have to take it. 

Rob ran down the hallway and pushed the 'down' button next to the elevator doors. They opened instantly and Rob rushed in without thinking only to run straight into Nurse Sweet. She seemed surprised and fell on to the floor of the elevator as the doors shut behind Rob. There was a slight lurch as the elevator began its decent. 

"Good, you escaped" Nurse Sweet said from the floor, startling Rob.

"Good? Wasn't it you who put me in there?" he said angrily, grabbing Nurse Sweet's arm and roughly pulling her to her feet.

"No choice, Engineer's orders" Nurse Sweet said seemingly unfazed by Rob's rough treatment.

Rob was sick of the lies and the riddles and wanted answers. Agitated, he pushed the emergency stop button on the control panel and a small buzzing started as the elevator lurched to a stop. 

"Answers" he said through gritted teeth, still clutching Nurse Sweet's arm tightly.

"Let me go first"

He released her and she took a small step back from him, her expression of disinterest never changing. 

"Answers" he repeated.

"Not the time or the place for all the answers" was Nurse Sweet's reply, "All you need to know is that my allegiances don't lie with Trapjaw or Engineer, and that my true employer is anxious to meet you, so getting you out of here and to him alive is my number one priority. Now start the elevator or we won't be able to escape."

Rob was stunned by the matter-of-fact way she explained herself to him. He couldn't trust her, he barely knew her. All he knew was that she had assisted Engineer in some strange science experiment that involved him. The details were slipping from his mind like a dream moments after you wake up. But he had no choice, he needed to get out of the place and to relative safety, and she would either lead him there or right back to where he started. Either way, his fate was in her hands.

After a few moments Rob nodded, and pressed the emergency button again and the elevator continued its decent. 

"Good choice" Nurse Sweet said.

The elevator stopped a few seconds later and the doors opened to an underground parking garage.

"Why aren't people stopping us?" Rob asked, relieved and confused at the same time.

"Because the man watching the cameras is dead"

Rob knew what she meant by that statement, and hoped he wouldn't be next.

"Follow me" Nurse Sweet said and began to walk briskly through the garage.

They wove through rows of parked vehicles. The garage was fairly large, suggesting that they were underneath an equally large complex. The couple eventually arrived at an all white Charger with blacked out windows.

"This you?" Rob asked.

"Get in" was her reply.

Rob crossed the front of the car and got into the passenger seat. The engine roared to life and Nurse Sweet sped the car out of the parking garage and into the street. It was dark out, and they sped through the city in silence before Rob spoke up.

"That seemed too easy"

"What were you expecting, a car chase? This isn't the movies you know" Nurse Sweet said sarcastically.

"I know, it just seems like there would be more security."

"You were the only security risk, and as far as anyone was concerned you were being monitored 24/7 by both a guard and me. Little did they know I wasn't exactly the best girl for the job."

"I owe you a lot" Rob said, only half-meaning it. He still had no idea what this woman's motives were.

"Don't fucking start. You don't even know what I want with you yet. Just be glad my employer has such a keen interest in you, or you'd still be strapped to that bed with restraints that didn't have faulty locks."

They drove in silence for a little while longer, eventually leaving the city and into the outskirts. Farms dotted the side of the road by the time the sun came up. Rob was dozing when he felt the car finally stop. Opening his eyes, he saw they were at a rural motel somewhere along the highway.

"Come on, we need to rest" Nurse Sweet said. 

No one seemed to notice, or care, as a woman in a nurse's uniform and a man wearing only a pair of pajamas pants walked into the office, bought a room, and walked into it together. It was a 'No-tell motel' and Rob was alright with that. 

Nurse Sweet had brought a bag with her from the car and she threw it at Rob.

"Clothes" she explained, and walked to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Rob could hear the shower running as he pulled off the pajamas and put on the boxer-briefs and t shirt he found in the bag. There were a pair of jeans in it as well, but Rob just pulled on the cotton pajamas as he was going to bed anyway. 

The shower stopped running, and after a pause Nurse Sweet walked out of the bathroom. She was clad in only a pair of red lace panties and matching bra which was covering a pair of B-cup breasts. Rob felt a rush of blood go to his cock, tenting his pants.

"I've heard some good things about you from Miss. White" she said, walking seductively towards the bed, "And since we've got some time to kill, I'd thought we could at least have a little fun."

When she reached the foot of the bed she started crawling on all fours up Rob's body until she was straddling his stomach. He could feel the heat of her sex through his shirt and his boxer-briefs were becoming uncomfortably tight. She leaned in, her bra covered breasts pushing into his chest. Her face was inches from his.

"So, what do you say?" she whispered, staring deep into his eyes.

His cock was straining in his pants, and her hot sex was causing tingles of pleasure to race through his torso, but still he was skeptical. He couldn't quite tell why. Something was telling him to be weary. The only image that came to his mind was a bar, but that meant nothing to him...

He lifted his head and captured her lips in his, driving his tongue into her mouth. She returned the kiss eagerly, rubbing her mound against his abs. He could feel his shirt getting damp from her arousal. Rob brought his hands up her back until he found her bra's clasp and undid it. The assault on his mouth stopped as she let her bra fall, bearing her perky breasts with small, sharp nipples to Rob. He groaned his approval, and lifted his head to capture one in his mouth, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Nurse Sweet. Her hands came down to the hem of his shirt and she lifted her hips enough to start slipping the garment over his hard stomach. Rob raised his arms and she lifted his shirt off the rest of the way.

He lay back, and she followed, crushing her hard nipples into his chest and sending electric shocks from his pecs down to his cock. Her arousal was even more apparent now, and her panties were soaked, leaving a wet trail on his stomach as she rubbed her sex against him. Rob hooked a finger into the waistband of her panties on each side of her hips and with a sharp tug, they were torn. They fell open and he removed the tattered remains, revealing her glistening cunt.

She moaned and sat up and began sliding her sex up his torso, leaving a glistening trail of moisture. When she reached his chest, she lifted her hips and positioned them above Rob's mouth. Getting the message, he grabbed her hips and brought her sex down to his mouth. She braced her arms against the wall behind the bed and moaned her pleasure as Rob began to lick her cunt. Her moans became pants as his tongue circled her clit and she ground her hips against his mouth as she neared her orgasm. 

"I'm.....fuck......I'm cuming!" She panted as she pressed her cunt against his lips and held it there, coating his face with her juices. 

Rob drank as much of the sweet nectar that flowed from Nurse Sweet's cunt as he could, but still she flowed and coated his face with the substance. After her orgasm subsided, Rob lifted her from her face and placed her beside him on the bed. He stood and shed his pants and boxer-briefs in one movement, freeing his cock.

"Come here" she demanded, and Rob was all too happy to obey.

He positioned his cock between her legs and coated the head in her juices before he pushed forward. Her depths were hot, hotter than any Rob had ever had. He groaned his pleasure and began to piston his cock into her slowly, savoring the sensation of her hot sex around his cock. 

"mmmmmm" moaned Nurse Sweet, "yessssss"

Rob continued his pace, taking his time. He kissed her neck and trailed down to her breasts, taking one into his mouth and lightly biting her nipple. This caused her to gasp, and she wrapped her legs around his waist and racked her nails lightly down his back. She was close, and so was Rob and he thrust into her faster while she grunted in time to his thrusts. As he neared orgasm, Rob reached between them and pinched her clit, sending her over the edge.

Her cunt spasm around his cock, initiating Rob's orgasm sending set after jet of cum shooting from his cock, coating her depths. After it subsided, he rolled off her and on to his back, she followed and kissed and licked her way down his body until she came to his cock. She took the softening member into his mouth and licked their combined juices off it. 

When she had finished she stretched and laid her head on his chest. 

"Miss. White was right, you are a great fuck." She said, closing her eyes.

Rob found himself wondering who Miss. White was and how she knew he was a great fuck as he drifted off to sleep...




Note: More explanations and a lot more sex in the next chapter. I hope you're enjoying this story, it's been brewing in my mind for quite some time and I'm really enjoying writing it! Feedback encouraged! 



The Good Doctor: Origins Ch. 03



Rob woke up before Nurse Sweet, and decided that now was a good time for a shower. He hadn't had one in a few days...he thought...and after the previous night's activities he thought it'd be beneficial. After his shower he dressed himself in the clothes Nurse Sweet had provided for him, and decided to wake her.

Gently, Rob placed his hand on her shoulder and rocked her. Her eyes snapped open and she sprang from the bed, aiming flying kick at Rob's stomach. He easily dodged her and prepared himself for an attack. 

"Wait...what I am doing?" he said out loud and lowered his guard. He had never reacted to danger so readily, and he didn't understand why now he was so prepared. 

Nurse Sweet was clear across the room, trying to compose herself. She was still naked, but even in her state of undress was able to conduct herself with an air of superiority and indifference.

"Don't ever touch me when I'm sleeping." she said flatly.

"Didn't mind me touching you last night." Rob teased, and smiled when he saw Nurse Sweet's expression.

"Can't enjoy a good fuck?" she returned, and sashayed to the bathroom, calmly closing the door behind her. 

When she emerged she was dressed in her nurse's uniform.

"Ready?" she asked.

"You ever wear anything different?" Rob inquired, startled at her appearance. 

"Never." 

Without losing her composure, Nurse Sweet brushed pass Rob and opened the door to the room. Rolling his eyes, Rob followed her to the white Charger and climbed inside.

"Do I get to meet your employer now?" he asked.

Instead of answering she turned to face him. "What is your name?" she asked.

"What?"

"Your name..."

"Rob, why-"

"How did we get here?"

"We drove from the hospital." 

"Where were you before that?"

Rob thought for a moment. He remembered driving here and he remembered a hospital room, an elevator, and a sense of danger, but that was all. He had no idea how he had ended up in the hospital or who they were in danger of.

"I...I don't know." he said truthfully.

"Rob, listen to me." Nurse Sweet said as she turned away and started the car, "You're going to hear a lot of fucked up things today, so brace yourself. You have no memories of your previous life, so consider this your new beginning."

Rob just listened, she was right; he had no memories beyond the hospital bed. He didn't miss anyone or anything, he had nothing to miss. 

"Who were we running from?" he asked.

"Soon." Nurse Sweet said as she pulled out of the motel parking lot. ******* Trapjaw was furious. He had been betrayed by a trusted employee and was down one, six billion dollar investment. He swung his chain at the wall in his office, tearing off a piece of plaster with the jaws attached to it. Someone would have to pay for this, and it wasn't going to be him. Engineer had vouched for Nurse Sweet. Maybe a nip in the ass from his jaws would teach him a lesson. He couldn't kill Engineer, he was too valuable an asset. Plus, he had big plans for him now that his little science experiment was finally a success.

There was a knock on his door. One he knew all too familiarly. 

"Come in, Miss. White." he called, his tone dripping in annoyance. Not at her, but rather at the situation. She had done her part beautifully, and all that went wrong from there hadn't been her fault.

"Sydney will be here by five o'clock." the brunette said as she entered his office.

"Thank you, Miss. White. And congratulations on your catch, he proved to be the first to ever survive the transition." 

"Thank you, Trapjaw, it's a pity he escaped," she said, slinking up to him, "I can tell that it's stressing you out."

She reached her hands up to gently rub his broad shoulders. Trapjaw knew this old game. Shortly after he handpicked her to be his apprentice and began training her, they had become lovers. It was mutually exclusive to begin with, but was now a casual affair, each free to take whomever they wished to bed with them. But Miss. White had always been one of his favorites.

"What time is it?" he growled, lowering his voice to indicate he was game.

"Two o'clock; Sydney won't be here for another three hours." Miss. White responded, wrapping her arms around his neck. 

Trapjaw never removed his mask, not even when having sex. Miss. White had learned to accept this, and just took to mean she'd have to most of the work, which was fine with her. Grabbing his hand, she lead Trapjaw to the door behind his desk which lead to a small room with just enough room for a queen sized bed which Trapjaw used to sleep in if he was needed close to his office. It was also handy for middle-of-the-afternoon romps. 

Miss. White closed the door behind her and gently pushed Trapjaw backward until the back of his legs hit the bed. Slowly she pushed his suit jacket down his arms, enjoying the feeling of his hard muscles beneath his shirt. She then removed his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt. As his chest came into view, she planted soft kisses on the hard flesh, enjoying the sensation of his chest hair as it tickled her nose. Her trail of kisses followed the buttons, and when she reached his naval she blew gently into it, enjoying the small shudder of pleasure it elicited from Trapjaw. 

His shirt finally undone, she pulled it from the waist of his pants and stood straight to slide it from his shoulders. No matter how many times she slept with him, Miss. White was always impressed by the sheer masculinity of her lover. He was tall, but well muscled, with well defined pecs and tight abs. His arms were bulging, and he sported a perpetual tan. He had hair in the perfect amount on his chest and leading down his stomach, completing the picture of her perfect man. 

She pushed on him again, indicating that he should lie down. He obeyed, and pushed himself back so he was propped up on the pillows in perfect view of the woman in front of him. Miss. White began to undress, beginning with the buttons of her white blouse. One by one she slowly undid them until her white lace bra and smooth, tan stomach could be seen peeking through. She allowed the garment so slide off her shoulders and onto the floor. Then she unzipped her black skirt, moving her hips side to side as she slipped it off to reveal her white panties. There was a wet spot in the front, betraying her arousal. 

Miss. White loved the foreplay she shared with Trapjaw; it was something she hardly bothered with when with any other man. It made their time special. But she decided there had been enough of it for now, and she shed her bra and panties quickly and climbed onto the bed to join her lover.

Starting at his chest, she kissed her way down his body, leaving a trail of saliva glistening on his skin. When she reached the bulge in his pants, she licked the spot, causing the cock inside to twitch in anticipation. Hastily she unbuckled his pants, her passion flaring as her carnal instincts began to take over. With one tug, his pants and boxers were off and discarded on the floor, and his cock sprang up, softly slapping her cheek.

"Oh yeh." she purred, becoming the wanton slut Trapjaw (and many other men) loved in bed. 

She licked his cock from the base to the tip and popped the head of it into her mouth. Slowly, she slid the length of his member into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. Relaxing her throat muscles allowed her to slip the rest of his 7.5 inch member in. The feeling of deep-throating his cock caused Miss. White to moan around it, which caused Trapjaw to buck his hips at the sensation. Ever so slowly, she withdrew his cock from her mouth until only the purple head remained between her lips. After sliding the tip of her tongue along his slit, she slowly took his full length again. She continued this rhythm, speeding up after he moaned his encouragement. After a few moments he began to buck his hips in time with her efforts. She groaned as he fucked her face could feel moisture running down her thighs. 

"I'm gonna cum." Trapjaw moaned.

Miss. White pulled his cock from her mouth and began tonguing the slit while gently fondling his balls. That sent him over, and as she felt his balls tighten for release she aimed his cock at her face. He grunted as he shot his first load all over her face. Globs of cum landed on her face and hair. The feeling of his hot spunk on her skin sent her over the edge, and she screamed as her own cum gushed from her cunt to run down her thighs and soak the sheets. 

"Come here." Trapjaw commanded.

Miss. White crawled beside him and lay down. He rolled over onto his side and began to play with her tits. She moaned and arched her back, allowing easier access. His efforts sent sensations rushing to her sex, and she gushed more juice. She brought her own hands down and started to rub her pussy and play with her clit. Her moans grew more intense, and she closed her eyes as Trapjaw began moving running his hand down her stomach. He gently pushed her hands away and shoved his middle finger into her dripping sex. It made a satisfying squishing sound as he began to piston it in and out of her, rubbing her upper wall. Her moans became pants, and her pants became groans as he rubbed against her g-spot.

"More!" she hissed thrusting her hips toward his hand.

She gasped as he added two more fingers and she arched her back towards him and gyrated her hips as he plunged her depths. 

"FUCK!" she screamed as Trapjaw began rubbing her clit with his thumb. "Yes...yes....YESSSS. I'm almost there......fuckkk!"

A pressure began building within her and her screams reverberated off the walls as she felt it release. 

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck..." she screamed as a stream of clear liquid shot from her pussy and landed all over the bed and Trapjaw's hand. 

"I love my little squirter!" Trapjaw growled as he watched his lover spray her juices.

Finally her orgasm subsided, but there was an ache within her that still needed to be sated. 

"Fuck me!" she panted, "Shove your cock in my cunt ple-nnnnnng."

Before she could finish her sentence he was on top of her, his cock sheathed tightly in her folds. He thrust in and up against her g-spot roughly and quickly. She could feel the pressure building again and screamed as he pinched her nipple and sent her over the edge. She coated his balls in her juices and could feel it dripping between her legs and down the crack of her ass. Wrapping her legs around his back, Miss. White rocked herself so that they switched positions and she ended up on top, his cock still buried balls deep in her cunt.

Pushing against his hard chest, she lifted herself up and wound her fingers lightly in his chest hair and began to rock back against his cock. This position allowed her clit to rub against his lower stomach and the friction it caused against her clit sent her falling into a mini-orgasm. She sped up, wanting to feel him spurt his load deep within her.

"I'm gonna...." he grunted and then thrust up hard.

She could feel his hot cum splatter her inner walls, and it set off one final mini-orgasm. 

"Fuckkkk..." she softly hissed and collapsed onto his chest, her fingers still entwined in his hair.

They lay that way for a little bit before Trapjaw gently rolled her off him. His cock exited her depths with a small 'pop' and he sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.

"Sydney will be here soon, we better prepare." he said and stood up.

Miss. White rolled her eyes and sighed. It was always business with him...she hardly knew the man behind the mask at all. 

"Fine." she said and exited to a small side bathroom to clean up.

When she emerged she was dressed in her customary white blouse and black skirt. He was again dressed in his white suit, and he had his chain wrapped around his shoulder. 

"You know I do care about you." he said, looking into her eyes.

Miss. White just looked away walked to the door. 

"Don't start with me. We tried the whole exclusive game, and you blew it." She opened the door to his office and disappeared inside.

Trapjaw watched her go with genuine disappointment. She was the closest he had ever come to caring about another human being. But she was right; he blew it, and would blow it again if she gave him a chance to. It was better this way; master and apprentice, casual lovers, nothing more. 

He glanced at the clock on the wall. Sydney would be there in an hour and a half and he still had to talk to Engineer. There would be time for musing later; now was time for business.

Engineer's domain was in the basement of the building that read 'Ark Chemicals' on the front, a subsidiary of Sydney Enterprises. Sure Sydney Enterprises owned the company, and sure they produced some chemicals, but the real business happened in the basement. 

Sydney and Trapjaw were unequal partners in an ongoing scheme. Sydney provided the funding, and Trapjaw took care of the logistics. He had found Engineer on the streets after hunting him down.

There had been an article published by a prominent neuroengineer about the possibility of transferring the mind of a human into an artificially created body. The body would function as a human would, but would have almost limitless physical abilities. 

The paper had been well received as a possibility of the future, but the engineer believed he could accomplish it then. He became obsessed and started stealing supplies and money from the company he worked for. When he was caught, he was fired and became a laughing stock in the scientific community. 

Trapjaw saw potential, however, and hunted down the now out-of-touch-with-reality Engineer and hired him on as part of his growing team, and the rest was history. After dozens of failed attempts, Engineer had finally completed his life work.

And then his life work promptly escaped out the front door. 

It didn't matter; he would reclaim what was his. In the meantime, he had work for Engineer to do. When he finally arrived at his lab, Trapjaw knocked loudly.

"What!?" came an annoyed shout.

"It's me." Trapjaw said calmly.

Sounds of metal clanging and a sharp "fuck" could be heard on the other side of the door. After a few more seconds of silence the door opened, revealing a very sweaty Engineer.

"Trapjaw, I expected you'd be with Sydney right now."

"Not for another hour, I'm afraid." Trapjaw said as he let himself in "What are you doing in here?"

"Just a few pet projects." he said, closing the door behind him. 

"Well they'll have to be put on hold, I've got work for you to do."

As Trapjaw explained his plan, Engineer's face grew more and more eager. By the end of the explanation he was practically bursting at the seams with excitement.

"Think you can handle it?" Trapjaw asked, although he really didn't have a choice.

"Yes, absolutely! I'll get started right away."

Engineer scurried off and began typing away at his array of computers. Trapjaw nodded and turned to meet Sydney to explain the situation they were currently in.

The plan was still unfolding smoothly, with or without the man that'd escaped. He'd send Miss. White out to collect both him and Nurse Sweet and then he'd make them wish they never crossed him

***** After driving for a couple of hours, Rob and Nurse Sweet pulled off the main road and onto a long dirt road that was lined with trees on both sides. After driving slowly for about a quarter of a mile, Rob spotted what remained of an old iron gate. The gate was rusted and leaning slightly and vines had all but reclaimed the structure. Across the top the word 'Vespucci' could still be read. Miss. Sweet drove straight through the gate and when Rob looked ahead he could see a huge building though the trees. 

As they drove closer, more of the structure could be seen, and Rob recognized it as an old plantation house. Crops hadn't been grown on the estate in decades, and woods surrounded the house on all sides, casting an eerie shadow over it, even though it was broad daylight. The house itself was in good shape and clearly maintained through the years. They parked in front of the house and got out. Nurse Sweet walked up to the door and knocked loudly three times. After a minute the large white door opened slowly, revealing a man wearing a black suit. He was about a foot shorter than Rob and had slicked back silver hair. He leaned against a black cane with a sizable red gem set into its head.

"So, I see you've been successful." the man said as his vivid blue eyes caught sight of Rob, his tone similar to Nurse Sweet's; flat and affectless but not unpleasant. 

"Of course." Nurse Sweet said and walked inside as the man in the door stepped aside. Rob followed close behind and once they were inside the man closed the door behind them.

"Follow me." he said and led them to a room off the left of the foyer. 

It was evident from the rows of shelves filled with books that they were in the library. In front of a large picture window was an oak desk with a number of documents strewn over it and a few open books. In front of the desk were two armchairs which the man gestured to as he sat behind the desk. Rob and Nurse Sweet sat in them. Rob had been silent since they arrived at the house. He felt an air of authority around this man, who he guessed was Nurse Sweet's employer, and thus he had been waiting for him to make the first move. 

"Welcome," the man said, his eyes boring into Rob, "My name is Giovanni Vespucci the Third."

"Rob." 

"Rob, I trust you have a great deal of questions. My goal is to answer as many as I can right now." he reached for a bottle of amber liquid, "Drink?"

"No, thank you." Rob declined.

"Of course." Giovanni replied, pouring himself one, "Now, down to business. How much do you already know?"

"Honestly? Nothing. The first thing I remember...ever...is waking up in a hospital bed and escaping from...someone." 

"To be expected based on what Nurse Sweet tells me about Engineer's work." Giovanni sipped his drink in silence for a few moments, staring into the distance.

Rob glanced over at Nurse Sweet, but at some point she had silently left the room and her seat was empty.

"Just collecting my thoughts." Giovanni said and then, "Right, well here goes," he sat his drink down and sat forward in his chair and clasped his hands together. "Rob, whatever life you had before a few days ago is over. Consider this the first day of your life."

"So I've heard." Rob said, remembering his conversation with Nurse Sweet earlier. Nodding his head in understanding, Giovanni continued:

"Rob, you were the latest subject in an ongoing project of a mad-man who goes by the name of Engineer. For years he has tried to transplant the mind of an individual from the body of a normal human to the body of a manufactured being, the literature is all right here." He said, indication the documents on his desk, "The point of this is to eliminate the weaknesses of a human. Basically; take the rational mind of a human and put it into a machine. This machine would be stronger, faster, and capable of a great deal more than any normal human or traditional machine would be. Up until now he has been unsuccessful, and all of his subjects have died in the process of transfer. All of them except you. You are the product of a successful transplant. Your current body is not the one you were born with, but rather one that was engineered in a lab. More testing will need to be done to understand the extent of your abilities, but they are defiantly far beyond those of a normal person." Giovanni leaned closer towards Rob, "Do you understand what I've just told you?"

Rob did understand, but he couldn't believe it. He felt human, he looked human, he certainly acted human; but according to Giovanni he was just a machine. It couldn't be right, he would know if he wasn't all human.

"I do, but it doesn't make sense." he said, furrowing his brow.




The Good Doctor: Origins Ch. 03



"Well have you been able to do things in the past few days that a normal person couldn't?" Giovanni asked.

There had been now the Rob thought about it. First there were the metal restraints he forced his way out of; then he had been able to turn a locked door handle without any effort; he could see in the dark; his reflexes when Nurse Sweet attacked him; but...

"But I've had sex!" he blurted out, realizing what he said only after he said it, "Machines don't do that." he finished.

Giovanni seemed unfazed, "Anatomically and physiologically you are human. You still have all the parts of a human and all the normal bodily functions and desires as one. Your system is just more efficient. The materials you're made off are not as frail as skin, bone, and tissue and you have no need for sleep or food and water. You are 'human 2.0'; all the bugs of a normal human have been fixed in you."

Strangely what Giovanni was saying made sense. He had slept, but hadn't felt tired. He had eaten, but hadn't felt hungry. Never once had he felt thirsty, and the shower he had that morning had felt good, but he felt no cleaner than he had when he had just woken up. 

"I...but...how?" he stammered. This was straight out of science fiction.

"How is not important, nor would you understand it. The important point is WHO and WHY." Giovanni said.

"What do you mean why? I thought I was just part of an experiment?" 

"You weren't JUST part of anything, you ARE part of a grander plan. Engineer's success with you was just one step in the master plan of Sydney Morrison and his associate Trapjaw."

"And they are?" 

"Sydney is a shrewd businessman, and Trapjaw is the proverbial 'man with the plan'. Currently I'm still trying to determine their key motives, but from what I can tell they're building a small army. For what, I'm not certain, but I AM certain it won't be good."

"How does that involve me? Building a machine and building an army are vastly different things."

"Not in this case they aren't. You've seen the movies where armies of robots take over the world...well this could be worse. An army of robots with the ability to think and rationalize...to PLAN...could potentially cause untold destruction. They'd have the best of both worlds; the mind of a human and the power of a machine. Unstoppable in large numbers..."

Things were beginning to click for Rob, "I think I understand. Engineer has now perfected the ability to transfer a human mind into a machine. Now that he can do it, these men...Sydney and Trapjaw?...want to transfer human minds to a whole army of machines. I still don't know how this has to do with me."

"These men are powerful, Rob, both monetarily and physically. They also have allies across the nation that would aid in their plot. They are not nice men, and would stop at nothing in order to obtain more power, even at the cost of innocent lives. In short; they are EVIL."

"Still...where do I come in?"

Giovanni sighed and sat bat, rubbing his temples, "Rob, all too often people with great power use it for all the wrong reasons. There are few out there who would use their power for the greater good. Nurse Sweet, myself, and a few others fight valiantly against the evil out there, but the odds against us are just too great. But now we have you! Sydney and Trapjaw have no idea just how powerful a potential enemy they have just created. With a little bit of fine tuning, you could be just the one we need to bring these people down!"

"This is starting to sound a little too 'comic book-esque' for me." Rob said with a disbelieving expression, "I'm all about good conquering evil, but this is a little too much. I mean you make me sound like a superhero."

Giovanni nodded once slowly, "Exactly."

Rob just stared at the man. Was he serious? A superhero...!? 

"This is fucked up," he said, "I'm out of here"

Rob stood from his chair, and Giovanni followed suit.

"Where are you going to go? Nurse Sweet already explained it to you; you have no life to go back to, this is your life now." he said, coming around his desk to confront Rob.

"I don't know, all I know is that you're nuts." and he turned around to leave and ran straight into a wall of muscle. 

"Umph." came a deep retort.

Rob took a step back and was face to face with the biggest man he had ever seen. He was about seven feet tall and powerfully built. His dark hair was buzzed short and he sported a good week's worth of stubble on his square jaw. A white undershirt that was stretched tightly over his massive chest was tucked into a pair of plain blue jeans. Around his waist he wore a tool belt which sported a number of tools Rob could not recognize.

"Pardon me!" he said giving Rob a white, toothy smile.

"Rob, meet Brick." Giovanni said.

The huge man held out a massive hand, "Pleased to meet you!"

"I was just leaving." Rob said, ignoring his gesture and stepping around him.

"Is that the guy?" he heard Brick ask Giovanni.

"I was hoping so, but apparently not." he said with a touch of disappointment in his voice.

Rob exited the library and found Nurse Sweet in the foyer, leaning against the wood banister of the stairs leading to the second floor. 

"Going somewhere?" she asked, examining her nails.

"Yeh, away from here." he said, heading towards the door.

"See you." was her only response, her eyes never leaving her nails.

"That's it?"

"What do you want, a hug goodbye? I've got nothing to say to you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Rob was annoyed and he didn't know why.

"It means you're obviously not going to help us, so why bother with you?"

Rob rolled his eyes and threw his hands into the air in exasperation, "Why does everyone want me to help out so bad? I'm no hero...I'm not even human!"

"We want you to help because you can, and it's the right thing to do." Nurse Sweet said, finally looking up at him, "Why waste a gift as immense as yours?"

Rob had moved away from the door and now stood facing her. For some reason he was interested in what she had to say.

"If I stayed, would it make a difference?" he asked.

"Maybe," she said, shrugging slightly, "Guess you won't know unless you do."

Rob thought for a moment. Giovanni was right; there was no life for him to run away to. He had no home, no family, and no friends, and as far as he knew a dangerous enemy wanted to capture him. At least if he stayed here there was relative safety, if nothing else.

"Alright, I'll stay." he finally sighed, although something told him he hadn't arrived at that decision through Giovanni's rationality alone. 

"Fine." Nurse Sweet said, and turned to climb the stairs, but paused halfway up and turned around, "By the way, you're not the only person who can make a difference."

Suddenly her hand burst into flames and she almost smiled when Rob jumped back in shock. 

"Other people have immense gifts too.", and with that she disappeared up the stairs, leaving Rob in utter shock.

"Decided to stay?" Giovanni's voice came from behind him.

Rob turned to face the man and nodded, "I guess so, what do I have to lose?" 

"That's the spirit." Giovanni said, "Brick will show you to your room. Tomorrow, we train."

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Note to reader: Please let me know how you like the story so far. Also inform me of anything that needs clarification. The storyline starts heating up (in more than one way ;) )in the next chapter. Thanks!



The Good Doctor: Origins Ch. 04



I think this chapter may bring a lot of 'loose ends' together and make a more coherent story line for you Readers. 

CHAPTER 4:

"Highly disappointed..." Sydney was saying for the fifth time that evening.

"I understand, Sydney," Trapjaw said, growing annoyed. "But our plan is still unfolding perfectly."

Sydney stood from his chair and strode over to the large window that dominated the far wall of the conference room the two men were meeting in. He was a tall man, nearly 6 and one half feet, and his thin figure made him seem even taller. His dark hair was slicked back, and he wore frameless glasses around his grey eyes. His tailored pinstripe suit gave him an air of pure authority, and even the intimidating Trapjaw was affected by his imposing presence. 

"Explain to me how things are unfolding perfectly," Sydney asked with a hint of menace in his voice, "Because I don't think you understand the meaning of the phrase."

"Engineer has started manufacturing the mass-production facility and we should be online in six months time" Trapjaw explained to his investor and partner.

"And what of the escaped subject?" Sydney asked, "Have you forgotten about that little hiccup?"

"Hardly a hiccup; I have sent Rachel to find him and Nurse Sweet. They can't have gotten far."

"Rachel?"

"Miss. White." Trapjaw remembered Sydney only bothered to learn his employees' code names.

"Ah, yes, Miss. White. She is very capable." Sydney seemed more relaxed to Trapjaw. Perhaps he was actually beginning to trust his judgment.

"Yes, very, I seemed to have made the right decision in picking her as my apprentice." 

"What of Vespucci?" Sydney asked, turning from the window to face Trapjaw.

"What about him?" Trapjaw asked, narrowing his eyes at the mention of his name.

"Was this Nurse Sweet sent by him?"

"Of course she was." Trapjaw said calmly, although quickly becoming more annoyed with Sydney's lack of understanding.

"And you don't see this as a problem?" 

"Giovanni Vespucci's day in the sun is long gone, Sydney. He is the leader of a disorganized band of ruffians with minimal funds. The Corps is not a threat anymore, and once Miss. White locates them she will report their location and return immediately to base. Then I will crush the Corps once and for all."

Sydney was silent for a minute; thinking over Trapjaw's plan. In the past he had always trusted his partner's better judgment, understanding that he was better with managing finances than managing employees, but ever since his six billion dollar investment had walked out the front door, he was starting to second guess Trapjaw's decisions. However, he could see no inherent flaw in his plan; The Corps was weak after years of inactivity and the man who had escaped had no idea how powerful he truly was, so (at least for a while) he was no serious threat.

"Fine. But if you fail again, I will cut all of your funding and find myself a new partner." Sydney finally said and with that he turned from the window and walked to the door of the room.

"I will not fail, Sydney. I never fail." Trapjaw said.

"You better not, or I'll be the least of your worries." Sydney turned the handle and exited, leaving Trapjaw alone in the conference room.

Reaching into his jacket, Trapjaw pulled out a white cell-phone and dialed a number. A female voice answered after the third ring, "White."

"Have you located them?"

"Not yet, but I'm close."

"How close?"

"They stayed in a hotel off the highway. Came late and left early. They were heading southwest."

"Pick up on their trail and inform me as soon as you find their location." 

"Of course." *click*

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Nurse Sweet could not sleep. Never in her life had she been kept awake by such intrusive thoughts. All she could think about was Rob. Something about him made her mind go haywire. Earlier, she had watched him about to leave her life forever and she had stopped him...actually STOPPED him. Deep down she knew that if it were any other human being she wouldn't have even said two words as they walked out the front door; but for Rob she had actually taken the time to convince him otherwise. She knew it wasn't the fact that they had slept together...it couldn't be. She had slept with many men before and never felt more than in-the-moment passion for them. Rob was different somehow, she just wish she knew how...

Frustrated, Nurse Sweet threw back the covers of her bed and sat up, glancing at the clock on her night stand. The fait green glow read 3:00 am and she rolled her eyes, knowing that she would not be sleeping tonight. 

After getting up out of her bed, Nurse Sweet grabbed a white bathrobe that was hanging from a hook on her door, and wrapped herself in it. The old house always got cold at night, and even with the added layer Nurse Sweet shivered. Slowly, she opened the door to the hallway and peered out. To her left and two doors down the faint glow of a light could be seen coming from under the door, illuminating the hard wood floor of the hallway. Nurse Sweet remembered this was Rob's room, and if nothing else he could provide her with some company if he was up as well.

'And why shouldn't he be up?' she thought as she crept down the hall, trying not to wake the other members of the house, 'He's had a lot to think about'

Once she reached his door, she softly knocked before opening the door a crack to peer inside.

"Rob?" she whispered.

"Yeh?" a voice came from within, quiet but not sounding as if the speaker had just woken up.

"It's Nurse Sweet, may I come in?" 

"Sure."

Nurse Sweet opened the door the rest of the way and slipped inside, quickly but quietly shutting it behind her.

Rob was sitting in a chair by a desk that was pushed against the far left wall. The only light came from the desk lamp, and Rob had not even bothered changing clothes for bed. He still wore the jeans and t-shirt from the day before, and he looked exhausted.

"What's up?" he asked her, folding his arms in front of his chest.

"Couldn't sleep." She replied, taking a seat on the edge of his bed.

"Join the club..." Rob said, leaning his head backward and closing his eyes.

"I know this all seems a little overwhelming, Rob, but I promise things will make sense soon enough." Nurse Sweet laid a reassuring hand on Rob's shoulder, surprising them both.

She withdrew her hand suddenly, and Rob sat back up and opened his eyes and turned to look at her.

"Giovanni is a good man with pure intentions." She continued, "He will protect you and train you so that you can be the best you can be. You have a gift, Rob, I know I keep saying it but it's true. There are people out there with evil in their hearts, and it's up to people like us to stop them before they can get their way."

"People like us...how many 'people like us' are there?"

"In The Corps? At least twenty that I know of and probably much more that I don't."

"The Corps?" 

"That's what this organization is called. It's a group of extraordinary people who fight together against those who cause mayhem." 

"Does the public know of them?"

"Us...and no. We have to keep hidden or the government will exploit us for their own gains...you've seen the movies. Besides, ever since the eighties, the struggle between us and them has died down, only to pick back up again very recently." 

"Them being the people who created me?" 

"Yes. Giovanni knows what they've been doing as far as experimenting with bio-machines such as yourself, but he doesn't know exactly what they plan on doing with them. He fears they be building an army to seize control over the government...and ultimately the world." 

"So I've heard..." 

"So Gio's told you all about it? Well then you should understand the danger they pose to us! That's why we need you...and anyone else how can help."

"So I'm not alone?"

"Psh, you're not good enough to be alone in this." Nurse Sweet said, and then smiled. It was fleeting, but not quick enough for Rob to miss it and he smiled as well.

"Believe it or not, that's a big load off my mind." He seemed visibly more relaxed. He yawned loudly and stretched his arms above his head. "What time is it?"

"Three thirty." Nurse Sweet reported after looking at the clock on his stand. 

"Well maybe I can get at least a little sleep before they wake me up." Rob said, getting up from his chair.

Nurse Sweet got up from his bed and began walking towards the door.

"Nurse Sweet?" Rob's voice came from behind, she turned around, "You don't have to leave."

She cocked her head slightly, and walked back without a word. She removed her bathrobe and folded it over the chair Rob had recently vacated. He threw back the covers of the bed and she climbed in on one side. She watched him as he peeled of his shirt and jeans and climbed in next to her in only his boxer briefs. Silently, she snuggled up to him and laid her head on his broad chest as he held her close. Soon they were both sound asleep and for the first time in a very long time, Nurse Sweet smiled in pure happiness. 

**************

Rachel White leaned her head against the wall of the motel room, willing sleep to come. She needed sleep for her ability to work, and so far she was rather unsuccessful at obtaining it. Rachel knew what troubled her, but she did not want to face those thoughts. As the minutes sped by though, she knew she would need to put her mind at ease soon or risk losing the trail of Rob and Nurse Sweet. So, after taking a steadying breath, she closed her eyes and focused her thoughts on the source of her distress...Trapjaw.

Five years ago, when she was only twenty, she had been walking home from work when a group of thugs attacked her and almost raped her. It was then that she met Trapjaw and was plunged into this world. He had explained to her that she was special and he would like to train her to use her ability as well as to be his assistant. At first she was reluctant, not quite understanding her ability and unconvinced she could not be the kind of assistant he wanted her to be. She had agreed to train with him, though, and after a few weeks she had a better handle on her ability and found that she was unexpectedly drawn to her fierce boss. Soon, they had become lovers and Rachel began to fall head over heels for the super villain. They had shared a few happy weeks together, but things fell apart when Rachel finished her training.

What seemed like immediately after Trapjaw deemed her ready for field work, Rachel saw a change in the man she thought she loved. He became more obsessed with his work, and found less and less time for Rachel. In addition, he had also become more intolerant towards failure, and often snapped at Rachel when the test subjects she found were not adequate. Thus a rift began to form between the former partners, and their relationship became strictly professional. In response, Rachel became more promiscuous, and began using sex as a tool to lure subjects. 

Somewhere along the line, Trapjaw had started to regret the way he treated Rachel and he tried to make things like they used to be. He was less of a boss and became more of a friend, but as far as Rachel was concerned, he had lost her heart a long time ago. Sure, they had sex again a few times, but now things were strictly casual.

But for some reason she could not get him out of her mind recently. Despite his previous behavior, she was still drawn to him and knew she always would be. However, deep down she knew he was probably the same person he had always been, and might end up hurting her again. 

After a few moments of reflection, Rachel decided that she would adopt a 'wait and see' attitude towards the matter and see where this 'new' Trapjaw would lead her. Finally satisfied at having come to a more peaceful state of mind, she opened her eyes and stood up from the floor where she had been seated. 

Miss. White took a few steps forward and turned around. There, seated against the wall, was Rachel White, asleep with her mouth slightly open. 

"Good, I managed to finally fall asleep." She said, or rather her mind did.

Rachel White had always had the ability to astro-project; or leave her body while she slept. Until she had trained with Trapjaw, this ability had been sporadic, and she could only astro-project once in a while, and when she did she thought it was nothing but a very vivid dream. By the time her training was complete, she could astro-project at will, and had discovered a number of things she could do with her projected form that she could not do with her waking form. 

One such ability was that she could pick up on energies left by people that had passed through a certain area. In other words; she could see what events transpired in a certain place in time simply by projecting herself to that area. The amount of energy that she could detect depended on how far she had to project herself as well as how much time had passed since the event occurred. The amount of emotion or energy the event possessed also determined how well she could detect it. Many people have the ability to pick up very emotionally charged events, even while awake; these people attribute such phenomenon to ghosts, but Rachel knew better.

Rachel had rented the same room that Nurse Sweet and Rob had, and having successfully projected herself into said room she began to focus her mind on detecting the energies that the two had left behind. Slowly, two forms began to materialize in the room; one was in the doorway of the bathroom and another was on the bed. The figure in the doorway was more focused than the one on the bed and Rachel recognized it as a woman. That meant the very blurry figure on the bed must have been Rob. 

Both figures were becoming more distinct as the woman moved towards the bed, indicating a rise in energy...

"Oh God." Rachel said and rolled her eyes, "What a slut."

She focused her mind and the figures on the bed began to speed up, completing their dance of passion in mere moments. Rachel watched as the figures slowly became less distinct and then almost invisible as they slept. In fast motion, the male figure rose and disappeared into the bathroom, and then came out slightly more distinct as he walked towards the female. There was quick skirmish between the two, and then Rachel was slowed the passage of time as they headed towards the door. 

She watched as they walked towards the parking lot, and sat down in thin air, indicating to Rachel that they had just gotten into a car. They talked for a moment, and then started floating towards the road. Rachel followed the car as it raced down the highway. She began to notice the figures getting fainter as she projected herself further and further from her physical body. For miles she followed the figures and just as they were about to fade completely from sight she saw them slow down, indicating to her that they were turning off the main road. 

Looking around, she found a dirt road off the side and she projected herself down it, hoping that it lead somewhere because her guides had now faded from view completely. After a while, she came upon an old mansion with an iron gate that read "Vespucci" through thick vines.

Rachel blinked once and found herself back in the motel room with sunlight streaming through the windows. She was awake and had found her targets. Getting up, she got her cell phone out and dialed Trapjaw's number.

"I found them."

"Excellent job, Miss. White, please return to base immediately for further instructions."

She hung up and found that she was pleased with her success...though she was unsure of whether it was professional pride or the fact that she had pleased the man she claimed to have no feelings for.

*************

When Rob had awoken, he found Nurse Sweet had already left and that there was someone in the room with him. It was still dark, but Rob could see a very faint glow coming from the corner of the room that he sensed the person was standing in.

"Who's there?" he called, surprised to find that he was not tired at all, despite the minimal amount of sleep he knew he had gotten.

"It's just me." Came a deep, monotonous voice that Rob recognized immediately as Giovanni's. "Ready to begin training?"

"What? Right now? Can't I sleep a little longer...maybe get some breakfast?" 

"Do you feel tired? Hungry?" 

Rob had to stop and think, and found to his astonishment that he felt wide awake and was not even the slightest bit hungry, even when he thought very hard about food. 

"Wow...not at all." He said as he swung his feet over the side of the bed.

"Remarkable...but I suppose we can study your physiology more in-depth later. Right now we really have to get started, please get dressed and meet me in my study in five minutes."

Giovanni walked to the door, the faint glow following him. When the door opened and light streamed into the room Rob realized that the glow had been coming from the large jewel on the hilt of Giovanni's cane. 

'Cool' he thought, wondering why the jewel was glowing.

As soon as the door closed, Rob opened his dresser to find the top drawer full of black boxer briefs and white socks. The second drawer was filled with black t-shirts that fit snuggly across Rob's broad chest and large arms. Finally, the third drawer contained a large number of dark blue jeans.

'Not a particularly vast selection' Rob thought as he put on his clothes. 

"Sorry about the choice in wardrobe." Came a female's voice from the door, "Giovanni likes us to be in uniform; says it 'gives us an image'." 

It was Nurse Sweet, dressed in her usual nurse's uniform. 

"Now I see why he has you wearing that...not that I'm complaining." he said, winking.

Nurse Sweet could feel herself blushing ever so slightly. 'What is this guy doing to me?' she thought. 

"You'd better hurry. Giovanni isn't keen on people being late." She said after shaking her head to rid herself of her thoughts. 

"Right, well then I guess I'll see you later?" 

"Of course." She said, and disappeared down the hallway. 

Rob found his way into Giovanni's study where he was seated at his large desk. "Take a seat." he said as Rob walked in.

Rob sat down in the chair he had been in the day before and watched as Giovanni pressed a hidden button on the arm of his own large chair. With a jolt, the floor beneath the desk began to sink downward, taking Giovanni, Rob and the desk with it. 

'How cliché' Rob thought as he watched the room disappear around him.

After a few moments they came to a halt and a few feet above them, the ceiling closed itself up and a single light came on, illuminating the space they found themselves in. The room was a simple ten foot square with stone floor and walls

Giovanni got up from his desk and Rob followed suit. Behind where Rob was seated was a single steel door with no handle. Giovanni reached into his pocket and pulled out a small rectangular piece of metal. To the right of the door was small slot with an illuminated red light above it. It was this slot where Giovanni inserted the metal card. The light switched from red to green and the steel door slid open. Inside was a room about half the size of the previous one. 

Rob followed Giovanni inside, and as soon as the metal door closed, the room started moving not straight down, but at an angle. After about a minute, the room stopped and the door opened, causing Rob to gasp at the sight before him.

The elevator had lead the pair to a huge space filled vehicles all lined up. On the far left was a row of cars and trucks; many were recreational and outfitted with a number of modifications and others were expensive looking sports cars. Rob recognized the white charger he had arrived in with Nurse Sweet. To the right of the cars was a huge tank-looking thing with an array of receivers and transmitters on its roof. Its sixteen tires were at least ten feet tall and the long, gray body was at least forty feet. The main body was rectangular and about thirty five feet tall from the bottom of the tires to the top of the body. In the front of the body, about ten feet was made entirely of tinted glass.




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"That's our Mobile Base." Giovanni explained as he led Rob towards it, "It was built in 1974 by the original Corps but hasn't been used since the eighties."

To the right of the Mobile Base were three aircrafts of design Rob had never seen before. At the end of the line of vehicles was a huge stone circle that was suspended from the ceiling by amazingly thick steel wires.

"What is that?" Rob asked, pointing towards it.

"That is a very important and ancient relic. You do not need to concern yourself with it right now. Come on, this way." Giovanni lead Rob in the opposite direction of the monument toward the line of cars and a steel door on the far left wall. They stopped in front of an all black Chevy Camaro with windows tinted so dark that light reflected off of them. 

"This is your new car. You will take it to locations I send you to. In addition to your regular training you will be trained how to drive it in the field." Giovanni explained.

"Are you serious!?" Rob said as his eyes went wide, "This is mine!?" 

"All yours." Giovanni said with a hint of amusement in his voice.

Rob let out a low whistle as he admired the vehicle. It was absolutely gorgeous and he couldn't wait to check out what was under the hood.

"Come on, you can admire it later while you train with Turbo, right now you need to meet with Brick and The Wraith for combat training."

Rob managed to tear his gaze away from the machine and followed Giovanni to the steel door. He inserted his card into a slot identical to the one from the elevator and the door slid open. The pair found themselves in a long, rectangular room about one hundred feet long and fifty feet wide. Three walls, the floor and the ceiling were all covered with a black padding similar to wrestling mats. Along one of the long walls was an array of melee weapons from all periods of history and about half of the other long wall was devoted to a long glass case filled with long range weapons ranging from a simple bow and arrow to what looked like a rocket launcher. The door was situated on one end of the room in the middle of one of the short walls and the wall on the opposite side was made of steel with strange marking carved into it. Standing along this wall was the large man Rob had met previously, Brick, as well as a much smaller figure that seemed to be wearing a long white cloak.

As Rob and Giovanni approached the two Rob noticed that the figure in the cloak seemed to be floating about six inches off the ground. Their features were hidden by the cloak's hood which was pulled down far, but Rob could tell that it was defiantly female. 

"Rob! Good to see you again!" Brick said in a deep booming voice, white teeth shining as he grinned broadly. 

"Nice to see you, Brick." Rob couldn't help but smile back.

"Rob, I'd like to introduce you to my good friend, The Wraith." Brick said, gesturing at the floating woman.

She simply nodded once as a way of acknowledging his presence. 

"Not a big talker, but she's one of the best." Brick explained.

"Remember we are on a tight schedule, Brick. He needs to be trained as quickly as possible. It'll be tough but something tells me he's a fast learner." Giovanni said.

"We'll definitely do our best, boss." Brick said.

"That's all I can ask for." Giovanni turned to Rob, "Listen to these two, they're the best there is. I'll be back later to take you to see Nurse Sweet and get a better understanding of what makes you tick." 

The short man nodded first to Brick and then to The Wraith and finally turned and made his way back up the long room and through the steel door. 

"Alright, Rob, first things first: we got to get you a melee weapon."

"Why? It's the twenty first century, why don't we all just carry guns?"

"Guns are great! Until you run out of bullets that is; or lose it; or get it wet; or it jams. Melee weapons never run out of ammo are hard to lose, and when you're trained properly can be the most useful tool you have in the field." 

"Never thought of that way...." Rob said, rubbing the back of his neck. 

"Now I don't usually carry my weapon around seeing as it's so big, but I brought it here to show you just how simple but deadly these things can get." 

Sometime during their conversation, The Wraith had floated to the corner of the room and retrieved what must have been the biggest wrench Rob had ever seen. It must have been as long as one of Brick's massive legs and was made of cast iron. How The Wraith managed to carry it, Rob did not know, but Brick took it from her and hefted its massive head over his shoulder. 

"Just your run-of-the-mill industrial sized wrench, but ask some of the people who've seen the business end of it and they'll tell you it's much more than that."

"I can imagine!" Rob exclaimed, still baffled by the size of it, and convinced that no one could survive a direct hit from such a thing. 

"Go ahead, peruse the selection. It's been my experience that when you come across the weapon that's meant for you, you'll know it deep inside." 

Rob nodded and walked up to the wall full of weapons. The choices were staggering; every weapon from every time period and nation seemed to be on that wall. As Rob walked its length he saw a number of weapons that he knew could deal some serious damage, but none of them felt right. When he reached the midpoint of the wall Rob stopped as something caught his eye. He almost missed them; they were partially obstructed by the head of a freakishly huge hammer: twin black sword handles with no blades. Where a blade should have been a rectangular strip of metal bisected the handle, running from the end where the sharp edge would be, through the handle and stopping just short of the opposite end.

They seemed to be deliberately created this way, but Rob could not see why. Still, something about them drew his attention and he lifted them from the wall and carried them back to Brick and The Wraith. 

"What are these?" he asked them.

"I'm not sure..." Brick replied, cocking his head slightly.

Without warning the handles lifted from Rob's hands and floated toward The Wraith. She looked to be examining them, and after a few moments they floated back to Rob. 

"They have been here a long time. Created by the original members of The Corps....most likely Engineer." The Wraith said quietly.

"Who did you say?" Rob said, startled by the mention of Engineer's name. Giovanni had mentioned him the day before.

"Engineer. An member of The Corps until he went insane and he had to be removed." She explained.

"But..." Rob started.

"Yes, he is the same Engineer who created you. The man is a genius, and a great creator; which means those handles are probably very powerful." 

"How do I use them?" Rob wondered out-loud. 

In each hand he grasped the handles and swung one and then the other as if a blade was attached to the end...nothing happened. 

"Channel your energy through the handles." The Wraith said.

Having no idea how to do this, Rob just focused hard and willed some sort of energy to come forth and enter the blades through his hands. He squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated with all his might for a few seconds, but nothing happened.

"Do you work that hard to made your blood pump?" The Wraith said, "Let your energy flow naturally and it will come. The blades were designed to conduct bio-electricity and you have a vast amount stored in you, but you must let it flow."

"How exactly do you know all this stuff?" Rob asked her, his brow furrowing.

"I have the ability to perceive the past of an object as well as the ability to detect and control energies...but that is unimportant, you must listen to me and do as I say."

After taking a few deep breaths, Rob gently closed his eyes and willed whatever energy was apparently stored within him to flow through him like blood. There was a sound like a car battery sparking and Rob heard Brick gasp. 

Rob opened his eyes and was shocked to find that where no blades had existed, two bright blue blade-shaped forms protruded about two and a half feet from the handles. They were humming softly and gave of a light glow. 

"Whoa!" Rob said and lightly swung the swords experimentally. He found they weighed nothing, and when he crossed them they phased through each other as if through air. When he concentrated he could make the blades to come and go at will.

"Now that's a cool weapon!" Brick said, "Now let's get training!"

For the next few hours Rob and Brick trained in the use of melee weapons and Rob found that his blades could slice through soft material such as wood with almost no effort. He also found that they cut through metal, though at a much slower rate. By the time Giovanni arrived in the training room, Rob was already very handy with his blades, and even gave Brick a run for his money in a sparring match.

"You were right, Gio, this guy's a very fast learner." Brick said, out of breath.

Rob wasn't tired at all, and was in fact full of more energy than before they had begun. "What AM I Giovanni?" he asked, astonished at his own endurance.

"We're about to find out." Giovanni said and, after Rob said goodbye to Brick, the two of them left the training room to find Nurse Sweet. 

*****************

"Remove your shirt and sit down in the chair."

Giovanni had lead Rob to what he called 'Sick Bay' which was located directly through a door on the back wall of the Hanger and left him alone with Nurse Sweet. She was to perform a medical exam on him and determine the exact extent of his abilities and limitations. 

Rob discarded the black t shirt he was wearing and took a seat in a chair very similar to a dentist's chair. Once he was situation, Nurse Sweet pressed a button and the back of the chair reclined and came to rest at about a forty five degree angle. She pressed another button and a metal ball about two feet in diameter began to descend from the ceiling and came to rest a few feet above the chair. Another button and the ball began to hum softly. By this point Nurse Sweet was seated at a table that filled with an array of monitors and displays. Up until the ball started humming, they were blank, but now they sprang to life.

"Another one of Engineer's creations?" Rob asked, remembering the blades.

"How'd you guess?" Nurse Sweet said, not turning away from the displays.

"He created those machines out there too?" Rob asked, jerking his head toward the door and the Hanger.

"Please sit still, and yes he did. Why are you so concerned?" 

"It just seems like you guys lost a real asset."

"You're our new asset. Lost him...gained you. Don't disappoint us."

"No pressure."

Nurse Sweet finally turned from the monitors and faced Rob, "Okay, I've finished taking readings and I have to go get the report from the Mainframe. Wait here and I'll be right back."

"Ten-four, boss." Rob said and made a little salute.

"You're obnoxious." She said, but Rob saw the traces of a smile on her lips for the second time in two days. 

When she left, Rob let out a low whistle. That girl was driving him nuts. When she had come to his room last night, he had half expected her to jump him again, but was pleasantly surprised when she actually wanted to have a conversation. It was then that Rob saw beyond the cool exterior, and glimpsed the real Nurse Sweet. She was actually nice...and funny...and man was she sexy! Ever since then he couldn't seem to get her out of his mind. The previous night they had simply lay together in bed and enjoyed each other's company and it was the best experience Rob could remember. (Then again, he couldn't remember very many...)

But Rob knew that she didn't care for him. She didn't seem to care for anyone...still, maybe she could be cracked. 

His thoughts ended abruptly when Nurse Sweet came back, followed closely by a short, thin man with thick glasses who looked exceedingly excited about something. The man was bald, and the lens of his glasses were circular and a pure shade of white through which his eyes could not be seen. 

"Is this him?" the man asked with a voice that had a certain boy-like quality to it.

"Yes; Rob, I'd like you to meet Hax, or resident tech guy." 

"Nice to meet you, Hax."

"The pleasure is all mine!" he said and bounced over to the chair where Rob was still seated, "You're an amazing creation! I happened to be in the Mainframe when Nurse Sweet came for her results, and I got a peak at the readings. From what I can tell you are the product of pure science fiction! I studied under Engineer, and I had no clue what an amazing talent he possessed!"

"Thank you?" Rob said, unsure of what to think of the strange man.

"Settle down, Hax." Nurse Sweet said, "Leave the poor guy alone. Nobody likes creepy little nerds drooling all over them."

"Fuck off, Sweet." Hax said, flipping her the finger.

"Leave." Nurse Sweet said and pointed to the door.

"Fine, but this means no sex later."

"Now!" 

Hax grinned at Rob before he scurried out the door. 

"Interesting guy." Rob said after he had left.

"He's a genius and probably the nicest guy I know." Nurse Sweet said almost defensively.

"Then what was all that back and forth about?"

"We have a unique relationship, but he's definitely one of my best friends."

"Well if you like him...then so do I."

Nurse Sweet found herself blushing at this remark...God, he was doing it again. 

"He was right...you are remarkable." Nurse Sweet said, knowing deep down that she meant it in more than one way. 

"So I've heard...but how remarkable?"

"Come sit down over here." She said, gesturing to the table with all the displays. 

Rob got up and sat down in a seat next to where Nurse Sweet had been sitting earlier. She sat down as well and turned on the largest monitor on the table which displayed various charts and images as it fired up.

"These numbers may not mean anything to you, but to me they indicate that you are an almost perfectly efficient machine. A plant using photosynthesis is about 2% efficient; a human is around 17%; and a car around 21%....but you're 97% efficient. In other words you use 97% of the total amount of energy you take in." 

"Is that good?"

"That's incredible! It means that you can function at peak performance nonstop for days on end with minimal energy intake. What's even more remarkable is how you obtain energy."

"By eating?"

"Nope! You actually derive energy directly from photons."

"So like the sun....like a plant?"

"Kind of like a plant, but much more efficient and you're not limited to sunlight; you can absorb all spectrums of visible light and convert it directly into energy. Your body then uses all of this energy and only three percent is lost as heat...probably intentionally to keep you warm and human-like."

"Wow. So what does that mean in terms of my limitations?"

"Well more tests have to be run, but from what I can see your strength and agility should outpace any living human being. But what are really interesting were your neural readings."

"Meaning my brain?"

"Yes, Rob, your brain." She said almost sarcastically, "From what reports show, your hyper-efficiency is not limited to your body but also your mind. You have the capacity for photographic memory as well as well above genius level intelligence. The neurons in your brain are actually a high-density network of nano-supercomputers, each one independent but connected to all the rest. This renders the capabilities of your mind almost limitless. I was actually surprised to see this...I would have thought Engineer would sacrificed brain efficiency for more efficiency elsewhere, but I guess I was wrong. This could potentially make you a lot more dangerous to them, Rob."

"Wait, so my brain is actually billions of little computers?" 

"Essentially, yes. In fact, your entire body is made up of bio-robotic cells. They serve the same function as normal animal cells, but they have the efficiency and power of machines."

"Jesus Christ." Rob said, shaking his head, "That sounds absolutely incredible."

"It is, Rob. And we have a lot still to learn about you." In her excitement Nurse Sweet had laid a hand on Rob's shoulder, and just now noticed the hard muscle directly beneath her hand.

The contact caused warmth to begin to form in her belly and she quickly withdrew her hand. Rob looked down at her and the two made eye contact. They just stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like eternity before Nurse Sweet turned away. 

"I think you need to go see Turbo." She said, her eyes fixated on the monitor before her.

Rob sighed and stood from his chair and retrieved his shirt. He knew now without a doubt that he felt something for Nurse Sweet that he could not fully explain. After Rob got dressed, Nurse Sweet stood from her seat in front of the monitor and walked towards the door, but Rob blocked her path.

"Excuse me, Rob." She said without looking up.

He couldn't stand it anymore. Reaching down he gently brought her face up to meet his. Her blue eyes drew him into their depths and her full lips were slightly parted. 

"Rob..." she began but he silenced her with a soul-searing kiss the likes of which she had never felt.

At first she was taken off guard, but she relaxed as she felt his tongue begin to prod and she opened her lips to him. Rob removed his hands from her face and placed them on her lower back, drawing her in close. She could feel his erection growing in his jeans and she lightly ground her hips into it.

Rob could feel her sex warming and groaned when Nurse Sweet ground her hips against his. Growing bolder, he grabbed her ass and ground his hips still harder into her. They stayed like this for a few moments; attacking each other's mouths and grinding hips until they were interrupted by the sound of the door sliding open.

Immediately they parted and turned to face the door. There stood a Giovanni with one eyebrow raised and a puzzled expression on his face.

"Nurse Sweet...Rob...have you completed the examination?" he asked knowingly.

"Um, yes, we uh have." Nurse Sweet replied, straightening her white skirt.

"Right, well then if you're done can you follow me, Rob?" he asked.

"Sure thing." Rob said a little too quickly and followed Giovanni out the open door.

************

Turbo turned out to be a slim but powerful man with slicked back hair and a blood-red racing suit. He and Rob had spent the better part of four hours in his new Camaro learning how to drive at high speeds on a huge underground driving course located directly below the Hanger.

It turned out to be a lot harder than Rob expected, especially since Turbo was an excitable man who seemed to yell nonstop in Rob's ear. Finally Rob managed to get the hang of high speed driving, and even Turbo seemed impressed with his progress by the end of the day. After his lessons in driving, Rob finally headed back above ground and to his bedroom. Although he wasn't physically tired, Rob was looking forward to some time off before he had to do it all again the next day.

When he arrived at his room, Rob noticed that the light was already on. Frowning, he opened the door and found Nurse Sweet sitting at his desk, looking rather bored. Rob shut the door a little harder than usual and she jumped in the chair. 

"Rob! You scared me." She exclaimed as her hand flew to her chest.

"Sorry, but I didn't expect to see you here. I thought you would have gone to bed." 

Instead of replying she said, "Rob, what happened earlier..."

"You want to know if it meant anything?" he said, finishing her thought.

"Well did it?"

Rob took a step closer to her and she stood from the chair.

"Of course it meant something." He said his voice low.

Nurse Sweet stepped forward so that the two were only inches apart. She stared intently at his chest, muscles playing just beneath the fabric of his t shirt. 




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"I don't think I've felt this way in a very long time." She said, and looked up into his green eyes, put her hand on the back of his head and pulled him to her lips.

They started slow, enjoying the moment of emotion, but their kisses got more fervent as passion began to take over. Their tongues danced together as hands roamed over bodies and hips ground together. Nurse Sweet moaned as Rob's lips left her mouth and began trailing down her neck, leaving her skin burning where they met. Her hands reached underneath his shirt and she ran her hands across his hard back as he planted kisses on her collarbone. 

Rob ground hard against her sex, and she could feel her panties were soaked with arousal. Insistently she began pulling at the hem of his shirt in the front, needing to feel his hard muscles and warm skin against hers. Ceasing his assault on her neck and chest, Rob lifted his arms above his head and allowed her to remove his shirt. 

Freed from their prison, Nurse Sweet was able to run her hands along the smooth, hard planes of his chest and lightly haired abs. She moaned at the feeling of them beneath her fingers and she could feel them jump with pleasure when she lightly raked her nails along them. She planted light kisses across his chest as he pulled her close to unzip her uniform from behind. Once she was unzipped, Nurse Sweet stepped back and let the uniform fall to the floor, exposing her white lace bra and soaked panties to Rob who groaned at the sight and reached out to pull her close as he once again kissed her passionately. 

Nurse Sweet could feel his abs press against her flat stomach and she moaned as his erection ground against her panties, sending electric jolts coursing from her stomach to her clit. Her knees were becoming weak with passion as Rob gently pushed her towards the bed, his lips never leaving hers. When they reached the edge of the bed, Rachel allowed him to lay her back and she groaned into his mouth as the change in position placed more pressure on her leaking cunt.

"Pants...off..." she panted between kisses and she took a moment to catch her breath while Rob stood to remove his jeans. 

Within moments he was on top of her again, this time with only two thin articles of clothing between them. She arched her back and pumped her hips up and down as Rob's kisses went down her neck and across her chest. He took advantage of this position to reach underneath her and unhook her bra while planting a searing kiss in the hollow of her neck.

Nurse Sweet gritted her teeth and hissed in pleasure. She pulled her arms through her bra strap and Rob removed it, revealing her heaving chest. Again she hissed as she lay back down and Rob kissed her neck and ran his palms over her hard nipples. He kissed lower and lower eventually reaching the valley between her mounds. She arched her back at the sensation near her breasts and wrapped her legs around his lower back, drawing his throbbing member tightly against her dripping sex. Rob grinned and pinched and rolled her nipples, causing her to pant and hiss in pleasure. 

After a number of torturous moments, Rob continued his trail of kisses down her body, taking time to flick his tongue into her navel which caused her hips to buck upwards. Finally, he reached the hem of her soaking panties. Gently, without using his hands which were still attending to her breasts, he grasped the elastic band of her panties with his teeth and carefully began to pull them down her legs. 

She moaned and clenched her thighs tightly together at the sudden sensation of cool air on her wet cunt. Rob chuckled and kissed and licked his way back up her legs after he had fully removed her panties. When he reached her clenched thighs Rob removed his hands from her breasts to gently pry them apart. Her cunt was leaking copious amounts of arousal and without pretense Rob leaned forward and licked her slit from base to clit, marveling at the slightly spicy taste of her juices. 

"Yessssssss..." Nurse Sweet hissed as she played with her tits. 

Rob took this moment to plunge one finger into her cunt and found that it was as hot as a furnace. She bucked her hips at the intrusion, trying to fill the need within her. In response, Rob added another finger and began to rub her upper walls and he felt her g-spot expand. As he plunged her depths, Nurse Sweet's breath came quicker and her moans became more audible. Soon he had he writhing and bucking with need as her need grew. Leaning in, Rob sucked her protruding clit into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it.

This sent her over the edge and she arched her back and moaned loudly as her orgasm overtook her. Cum streamed from her pussy, coating Rob's hand and pooling beneath her ass. As her hips bucked slightly with the aftershocks of her orgasm, he stood and removed his boxer briefs, allowing his rock hard cock to spring free.

Nurse Sweet saw that he was standing with his cock out through the haze of her post-orgasmic bliss and she sat up to sit on the edge of the bed. This position placed Rob's cock directly in line with her mouth and she flicked her tongue out to lick the tip of his cock, which was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. Rob groaned and closed his eyes at the sensation and bucked his hips slightly as her mouth enveloped the engorged head of his cock. Slowly she worked more and more of his eight inch cock into her mouth, rubbing the underside of his shaft with her tongue and causing jolts of arousal to travel through his entire body. Eventually she managed to get about half his cock in before she could go no further. 

Slowly at first, but then building speed she began to fuck her own mouth with his cock. The sensation was overwhelming, and Rob did not think he could hold on much longer after about five minutes so he gently pulled his cock out of her mouth. Getting the message, Nurse Sweet lie back on the bed and spread her legs.

"Fuck me." She hissed and grabbed her legs beneath the knees, pulling them back to fully expose her dribbling cunt. 

"With pleasure..." Rob said and got on his knees between her spread thighs and positioned the head of his cock in the center of her heat.

Slowly he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her slit, sending jolts of pleasure through his body as well as coating the head of his prick with her juices.

Rob's teasing was maddening and Nurse Sweet moaned in frustration which was turned into a moan of rapture as he slowly sank all eight inches of his cock into her molten core. Rob could feel the tightness of her core gently contract and grip his cock. The sensations almost sent him over the edge but the rush of pleasure faded to a more manageable level and he began to slowly piston his cock into her cunt. From his position, Rob could observe Nurse Sweet as her pleasure began to overcome her. Her low moans were soon short, high-pitched squeals of delight. As he pistoned his cock faster, he grabbed handfuls of her breasts and leaned in to capture her mouth with his own. 

Hungrily she returned his kisses, shoving her tongue into his mouth and pulling at his lower lip with her teeth. Her nails left marks as she dragged them down his back. Mini orgasms coursed through her body and her cunt continued to leak juices around Rob's cock.

After a particularly powerful mini-orgasm Rob could feel his own rising as he felt his balls tighten in impending release. Rob cried out as powerful jets of come erupted from his cock to coat the insides of her cunt. More and more spewed forth, but still Rob could feel no end to his massive orgasm. The sensation of his hot cum had triggered Nurse Sweet's own massive one and combined juices flowed out around him and pooled on the sheets, but still Rob did not let up.

"Come on me!" Nurse Sweet was yelling and Rob, barely able to function because of the intensity of his orgasm, managed to withdraw his cock from her. 

It was still spraying jet after jet of cum but these landed on her tits and stomach, creating a sticky mess. The sight of Rob's cum coating her body sent Nurse Sweet into another earth-shaking orgasm, and a stream of cum erupted from her pussy and coated Rob's stomach.

Finally, after what seemed like minutes, Rob's orgasm faded and he lay down next to Nurse Sweet, who's entire body from her breasts down was covered with thick, white cum. Rob's own tight stomach glistened with cum that had sprayed from Nurse Sweet's cunt. All in all the bed and both partners were a mess. 

"Mmmmmmm..." Nurse Sweet moaned, finally coming to after her post-orgasm stupor, "That was amazing."

She rubbed Rob's cum all over her body, marveling at how it leaked through her fingers because of its thickness. Rob watched as she put pressure on her pelvis, causing a stream of combined fluids to flow from her pussy and on to the already soaked sheets. 

"What a mess." Rob said, not surprised to find that he was not in the least exhausted, "I guess I'm 'hyper-efficient' in cum production too."

"You certainly are." Nurse Sweet said sleepily.

"Come on, let's get this mess cleaned up to you can get some sleep." Rob said and the two quickly showered together (although Nurse Sweet was too tired for any fun) and then changed the sheets.

As Nurse Sweet drifted straight to sleep, Rob sat wide awake thinking that maybe this gig wasn't too bad after all...

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Engineer was excited. He had finally perfected the mass production process, built almost all the machines he needed, and had just ordered the raw materials he would use to build his army. Within a few weeks time he would be ready to begin production. He already had built a prototype, but Sydney had insisted it was too expensive, and he had to make a few changes to decrease production costs, but they were still his crowing achievement.

Rob had been child's play. Bio-B0t On3 was superior in every way. He had kept Rob's consciousness and free-will intact...that was a flaw. The mind he decided to implant into his Bio-B0ts was a little more...complient...and Bio-B0t One3 was the perfect soldier: loyal, fearless, and above all else...ruthless. 

Yes, Engineer was a genius alright; a mad genius perhaps, but a genius all the same. 

With Rob, Engineer had transferred his mind through direct link to the bio-mechanical replica. For his Bio-B0ts he had linked his chosen mind to a massive super computer that then condensed it into a programmable code. With a few adjustments, Engineer had managed to remove free will from the mind. Now it was ready to be copied and uploaded into the programmable brains of the Bio-B0ts. 

It was this code that Engineer decided to check one last time before he left went to sleep (he slept in the lab). Confident that all was set, he saved the code and put the computer on sleep-mode. As he lay down on his ratty cot, Engineer smiled to himself and sang praises to lull himself to sleep.

What Engineer did not notice was the extra period he had inserted into a rather unassuming piece of code. However that one line of code set up a chain of events that would change history forever....

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Note: Hope you guys liked this one. I feel like my writing gets a little bit better every time I write a section. Let me know if you agree.

I think this chapter may bring a lot of 'loose ends' together and make a more coherent story line for you Readers.

Thank you,

Secret_Reader



The Good Doctor: Origins Ch. 05



Every day for the next two weeks Rob continued his training. After the first week, Rob had completed training with Turbo to his satisfaction. After that he began spending more time with Brick and his progress continued at a faster pace. 

Halfway through the second week, after a particularly tiring sparing match, Brick had decided that Rob had learned all he could from him (in record time) and said that he could begin training with The Wraith in long range weapon use and energy projection. 

On his first day Rob was instructed to select a long range weapon and found a rather mundane looking hand gun that seemed to be of Engineer's design. He discovered rather quickly that it was powered the same way as his blades; all he had to do was focus his energy into the grip and pull the trigger. The projectiles were blue like his blades and seemed to be made of the same energy. They did not carry as much force as a traditional bullet, but they pierced soft and hard materials better than one, and thus could still do some serious damage. The fact that the gun had unlimited ammo was also a clear bonus.

The Wraith and Rob trained with the gun; but also in energy projection. After using a variety of meditation techniques to "allow his energy to flow", Rob found that if he concentrated hard enough and was in an excited state he could produce balls of blue energy of the same substance as his blades and bullets using his bare hands. The energy balls were hard to handle, but they carried a great deal of power and could be useful for getting out of a tight spot. 

So it was after another week of training that Rob was finally deemed "field ready" by Giovanni. Coincidentally, he was assigned to Nurse Sweet as her "field agent in-training" until he proved himself capable of handling assignments on his own. Rob was sure that he would advance quickly through this rank as well.

But there was a problem....there were no field missions for him to go on. 

Giovanni informed Rob after he was declared field ready that they would be taking a "wait and see" attitude for the time being and would just be keeping surveillance on Trapjaw's movements. This of course meant that Rob couldn't really do anything and he spent most of his time honing his skills for when he was actually needed.

What little time Rob did not spend on extra training, he spent with Nurse Sweet. After the second time the two had slept together, a budding relationship began to grow. Rob was finally able to see beneath her hard exterior, and began to enjoy the person she really was. 

More and more often the two of them could be seen cuddling on the couch in the living room or, in contrast, sparing in the Training Room. There was rarely a moment where the two were apart. The closer they got to each other, the less Rob thought of leaving The Corps and the more he started to embrace his new life. 

It was during the weeks following the completion of his training that Rob learned more about Nurse Sweet and The Corps:

The Corps was founded in the early 1970s in response to a new and growing threat.

Crime rates were at an all-time high across the nation, and conventional police forces could not keep up with it. Fortunately, a young man named Giovanni Vespucci formulated a plan. In college he had studied archeology. After a mysterious expedition in Siberia he developed the amazing ability to manipulate matter around him. After this discovery, Giovanni sought out other people with extraordinary talents. He believed that if properly trained these people could benefit humanity.

After he left college, Giovanni gathered some of the people he had sought out together and revealed his plans to them. Out of the sixteen people he managed to find, four decided to give his plan a shot. 

The original members of Giovanni's group were given code names and called The Wraith, Engineer, Top-Shot, and Slade. They were considered the founding members of what came to be known as The Corps. The group started out assisting law enforcement in Giovanni's home town of Highfield, Texas. The locals weren't too keen on allowing some 'weirdos' to control there already minimal crime rate. Of course, their attitudes changed when the crime rate dropped to 0% in Highfield in three months. Even traffic violations seemed to disappear. 

The Corps was a small town success story that managed to reach the desk of Wes Wise, the then current Mayor of Dallas, Texas. He managed to get a measure passed in the city that allowed the use of "specialized" law enforcement. It was under the official title of "The Dallas Corps of Special Law Enforcement" that The Corps got their current title. 

Wise managed to get The Corps a sizable budget which Engineer utilized to design and build weapons and utilities specially designed for the Corps' members; as well as a few specialized vehicles. By then The Corps had added even more members and its future was looking bright.

Dallas' crime rate dropped exponentially and cities across the nation demanded their own branches of The Corps. Giovanni responded by spreading members throughout the nation in major cities. America's war on crime seemed to be coming to a close until The Corps itself managed to undo everything it had accomplished...

In the early 1980s members of The Corps began to view their abilities as a way to get rich or gain power. They used violence and manipulation to achieve these goals and Giovanni was unable to stop the cancer spreading through his beloved group. 

A civil war broke out among the members of The Corps. Battle lines were drawn and The Corps was split between those who supported helping humanity and those who supported exploiting the 'normals'. 

From then on, the needs of law enforcement were set aside, and the remaining members loyal to Giovanni struggled to put down the growing threat the rebel members were creating. In 1986 The Corps finally seemed to have the upper hand, and was about to make their final move in crushing the super villains when everything fell apart.

Slade, a founding member of The Corps, had been secretly supporting the villains, and sabotaged Giovanni's final plan. A trap was laid and a vast number of Corps members were killed including Top-Shot, another founding member. 

Outraged, Giovanni took matters into his own hands and in an astonishing display of his powers managed to carry out his plan and crush the villains and defeat Slade. The effort crippled him however, and he always walked with a limp and tired easily from then on. 

The aftermath of the civil war was detrimental to The Corps that Giovanni had worked so hard to create and save. Public opinion towards them had turned 180 degrees, and they were viewed as a menace to society. The widespread destruction the battles between The Corps and the villains caused had a key role in creating this switch in the publics' eye, as did the steady rise of regular crime while The Corps was distracted.

In response, their funding was cut, and they were deemed vigilantes and punishable by law if caught carrying out any more law enforcement. Giovanni was too drained from the civil war to fight these measures, and he moved The Corps out of the cities. Most of the members returned to normal lives, but those who refused to leave moved into Giovanni's family estate and a bunker was built underneath to house their equipment and train any new members who came along.  

A few years after the collapse of The Corps, Engineer began to go insane and left, only to be collected by Trapjaw and Sydney soon after.

By the time Rob was rescued by Nurse Sweet, the only two founding members of The Corps remaining were Giovanni and The Wraith. They had continued their search for extraordinary people, knowing that villains still existed throughout the nation. In secret, The Corps carried out small scale missions to reign in any remaining villains. This was usually relatively easy to accomplish, but Giovanni knew that it took only one very ambitious person to tip the balances and plunge the world back into chaos.

Nurse Sweet was the last member before Rob to be initiated into The Corps. She was working as a nurse in the burn unit of a large hospital when things went horribly wrong.

While Nurse Sweet was changing the bandages on a patient, the dressings she was applying suddenly burst into flames. Soon the entire bed, including the patient, was engulfed in fire. As hard as she tried, Nurse Sweet was unable to stop the fire and by the time the fire department arrived the entire unit had burned to the ground. 

Horrified at the tragedy and wracked by survivor's guilt, Nurse Sweet became a different person. She became unable to form meaningful relationships with anyone and she became withdrawn and emotionally affectless. 

Two years after the incident at the hospital, a bar she was visiting burned to the ground. A year after that, a motel she was staying at. 

It was after this third instance that The Corps found her. With their help, she discovered that she had the ability to manipulate fire. At first she was consumed with overwhelming guilt, knowing that all three fires had been her doing. But with Giovanni's guidance as well as support from the other members of the Corps she was able to overcome these feelings and learn how to control her power. 

Now she was one of Giovanni's top agents. Her most important assignment to date had been to spy on Trapjaw's operations. Her initial reports had shocked Giovanni, and when he found out what had become of Engineer and what they were planning he had become deeply concerned.

When Rob was created, Giovanni instructed Nurse Sweet to collect him and return to base.

After Rob learned all about the Corps and his new partner he finally felt like he belonged there. He believed in what the Corps stood for and more importantly, he had found someone whom he cared about...

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Engineer was ecstatic. While Rob was training at Vespucci Manor, he had been busy getting ready to mass produce Bio-B0t On3. For weeks he toiled away in his basement lab, preparing for the day when he could finally throw the switch and unleash his army upon the world.

Giovanni had called him obsessed...

Engineer had saved that little man's life on more than one occasion and had been the sole reason why the Corps was even able to function! But Giovanni had taken everything from him. He had kicked him out of his home and threw him on the streets. If it wasn't for Trapjaw, Engineer would probably be dead by now.

Now he would show Giovanni and the Corps his true power...the power of the mind. 

"I heard you have good news." 

Engineer turned from the main computer screen to see Trapjaw, Sydney Morrison, and Rachel White standing near the doorway to the huge room.

"Yes! Excellent news! It's finished!" Engineer nearly skipped over to the small group in his excitement. 

"Well it certainly looks impressive." Morrison was saying, scanning the room.

Nearly every square inch of space was given up to complicated looking machines. Some were simply big metal boxes with gauges and buttons all over. Others were giant vats filled with unknown substances. Dozens of robotic arms were suspended from the ceiling, poised above conveyor belts that snaked through the entire room.

In the center of the room was a giant metal column that ran from floor to ceiling. A conveyer belt fed into the top of the column and another lead out of it, near the bottom. This then met up with the main maze of belts at a t-junction. 

"What's that for?" Rachel White asked, pointing towards the column.

"That's where the magic happens." Engineer explained, "Their brains are manufactured and then fed into the column. Then the brain's programming is uploaded inside and configured. What comes out of the bottom is a fully functioning, conscious brain capable of complex thought."

"But not TOO complex?" Trapjaw asked.

"The Bio-B0ts are designed to be unconditionally loyal to their masters." 

"Then what's the point of the brain?" Miss. White asked, "I mean, couldn't you have just built mindless drones?"

"The brain, Miss. White," Engineer began, "is to allow the Bio-B0ts to plan and adapt. We give them an objective, and they accomplish it through the power of thought."

"Amazing! Simply...amazing!" Morrison was saying, "This whole set up...it's everything I hoped for and more. You certainly put my money to good use!"

"Don't get ahead of yourself, Sydney. The damn thing still has to work." Trapjaw said, though secretly he was very impressed with what Engineer had done. 

"Speaking of which..." Engineer said, walking over to his main computer, "I was just about ready to throw the switch. Modifications from the scrapped Bio-B0ts are complete as per your request, Sydney." 

Morrison had insisted Engineer's prototype was TOO advanced and thus too expensive. Thus, Engineer had removed some of the weapons and modified the body's design to make it more economically feasible. Nevertheless, Bio-B0t On3 promised to be a formidable machine, capable of everything they wished for...and more. 

"Well let's not waste any time!" Sydney said with a huge smile.

Trapjaw rolled his eyes. Typical...only a view weeks ago Morrison was giving him grief about that lout Rob, and now he was as giddy as a schoolgirl. Engineer had better not disappoint...

"Moment of truth..." Engineer said as he typed away at his computer. 

With a low hum the various machines started to come to life. Hidden gears grinded away and the vats started making sucking noises as their contents were fed through tubes. The robotic arms twitched to life, and poised themselves above the conveyer belts, ready to perform their tasks. 

After a moment, the conveyer belts began moving slowly. The hum of the machines was then joined by the clang of metal on metal and the zap of welding and soldering. 

Various pieces of black material were rolling along some of the belts. On others, robotic arms were piecing together computer circuits and other complex systems. Shiny, smooth spheres were being fed into the central column. After a few minutes the first of the finished brains emerged. The previously smooth sphere was now lined with circuitry. 

Nobody save Engineer could keep up with the assembly and it wasn't until the small man gave an excited squeak did they know that a final product had finally been produced.

The trio followed Engineer through the maze of belts and machines to a large door on the far wall. A corridor led from a larger-than-average machine into the wall next to the door. 

The group passed through the door and four pairs of eyes doubled in size. They found themselves in a huge rectangular room with high ceilings. To their left, the corridor from the other room formed another doorway, and through this door came the fruits of Engineer's labor.

A row of Bio-B0ts marched from the corridor towards the back of the room. There a line was already forming from right to left where the Bio-B0ts stood shoulder to shoulder. The line continued to form until it was fifteen units wide and then they stopped coming through the corridor. 

"Bio-B0t, present yourself." Engineer said. 

The last Bio-B0t to have come through the door walked towards the four people and stopped a few feet in front of Engineer.

It was a truly bizarre sight to behold. The Bio-B0t was about six feet tall and had been designed to look like a human male. The muscles in its arms, legs, and torso were distinguishable and looked very human. The thing was far from human, though. Its entire body was composed of a black material that reflected no light off its surface. Where a human male's penis would be, there was nothing but smooth transition between leg and torso. In fact, its entire body was on smooth expanse of black. While major muscles such as the pectorals, abs and biceps were defined, the creature lacked a belly button or distinguishable veins, joints, or ligaments. 

What was most bizarre was its face...or lack thereof. Sitting on top of the Bio-B0ts shoulders was a head shape, but there were no facial features, not even a nose or mouth. The entire front of the head was just a smooth black expanse like the rest of its body. 

Clearly Engineer had designed Bio-B0t On3 for function rather than appearance. A human-like brain required a human-like body, but that was all. There was no need for wasted space and material, so Engineer had opted out in making it more relatable to humans. 

"Bio-B0t On3 presenting." The creature said. The voice was male and not unpleasant and originated from its chest rather than its head.

"My name is Engineer, I am your creator and master. You do as I command." 

"Accepted."

"Astonishing." Sydney said and took a step towards the Bio-B0t.

"Please step away, human." It said and raised an outstretched hand in the universal "stop" gesture.

Sydney frowned and took a step back. 

"My apologies, Sydney, but he needs to be taught social interactions." Engineer explained.

"Well get it done quickly, and test its functionality while you're at it. I want this thing up and running in three days time and all its kinks worked out by then." 

"Apparently we're finished here?" Trapjaw said as Sydney turned to leave.

"We have work to do now that we've accomplished this goal." Sydney explained as he strode through the door without looking back. 

Trapjaw rolled his eyes and turned to Engineer, "Good job. And don't mind him...his usefulness has almost dried up." And with that, he and Rachel White followed Sydney out of the lab.

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It was late when Brick went down to the Training Room. The past few weeks had been exhausting for him and this was the first time he had a chance to train without Rob. The kid learned quickly, and Brick had to give it everything he had whenever they trained together. At the end of every session, Brick would be sweating profusely and Rob wouldn't even be breathing hard. Eventually Brick gave up and told Giovanni that he had nothing left to teach him, even if it had only been two weeks' worth of instruction. 

Giovanni didn't seem surprised by the news and Brick knew that was because he knew more about the kid than anyone else. 

Brick had come to the Corps ten years prior after bringing down a construction site. On that particular day, the job supervisor had been being enough of a pain in the ass to annoy even the always-joyful Brick. Instead of confronting his boss, Brick decided to take his frustration out on a support beam by giving it a good whack with a sledge hammer. 

A few days later, Brick had awoken in a hospital to find that the ten story building he had been working on collapsed on top of him. He was the only survivor. Giovanni had visited him a few days later and recruited him to the Corps. 

While Brick mused about his own initiation he almost tripped over a figure sitting cross-legged on the floor. 

"Jesus! Sorry, Wraith!" He smiled down at the woman in the white cloak. 

"Think nothing of it, Brick. I was just finishing up meditation anyway." She stood up and faced the giant man.

Her thick auburn hair cascaded to her shoulders in long curls. In the rare occasions she lowered her cloak's hood The Wraith's beauty was a sight to behold. Once Brick asked why she always wore her hood up and she had responded in telling him that is was to keep unwanted attention away from her. Brick knew better. Her eyes were pure white, lacking an iris or pupil, and she was secretly ashamed of them. Brick didn't understand why; he thought they were the most beautiful eyes in existence. 

"I didn't think you'd be awake this late." Wraith continued.

"The new recruit's been taking up all my personal training time." Brick explained.

"Ah yes. I found myself running into a similar predicament whilst training him." She nodded.




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"So what do you think of him?" Brick asked as he retrieved his wrench from the wall of weapons.

"I've never been witness to such potential." Wraith said, "And his energy levels are through the roof...perhaps even more so than our fearless leader's." 

"More than Gio's!?" Brick exclaimed, raising his dark eyebrows.

"It's still too early to tell for sure, but it's entirely possible."

"Damn." Brick said. 

Four posts rose from the floor and formed a square around Brick. Wraith folded her legs beneath her and levitated a few feet off the ground while she watch Brick swing his wrench at the posts. Wraith had always admired Brick's power and a faint warmed spread through her while she watched his muscles bulge with effort. 

After a few moments of watching the huge man train, Wraith's mind began to wander and she thought of her own beginnings in The Corps.

Wraith was old...not quite ancient...but certainly older than anyone she knew. Of course she didn't look a day over thirty and in the early days of the Corps she didn't look a day over twenty. Before she met Giovanni, Wraith had been a drifter. She would roll into town and make a few bucks, take a few lovers, and then be gone before anyone even knew her name. 

It was in such a town...Highfield as it turns out...that she met a young man named Giovanni Vespucci. They had a brief sexual affair, during which time Giovanni explained to her his plans regarding the Corps. Despite herself Wraith was interested and revealed to her lover her powers of energy manipulation. It turned out that Giovanni was not dissimilar in his ability of object manipulation. 

It seemed as though the Fates had spoken in favor of the Corps in bringing these two together. Wraith was the first member Giovanni had found and they worked together to seek out other potential members. She would detect unusual energies and Giovanni would investigate their sources. She had warned him against Slade, saying that his energy troubled her, but Giovanni was always a big believer in equal opportunity...

Thus the Corps was founded and then it fell. Now she was the only founder left besides Giovanni. The two had ceased being lovers many years ago, but she maintained her role as a seeker of unusual energies.

The Wraith had seen a lot of things in her long lifetime. Governments rose and fell, nations were born, and always there was war; but the Corps was the only thing in her life that she felt personally effected by. It had hurt to see it fail so terribly, and this new recruit gave her newfound hope.

"What are you thinking about?" Brick asked, bringing her out of her musings. 

"Oh nothing really...life." She smiled at the out of breath man.

Somewhere along the line, Brick had removed his tool-belt and shirt. He stood before Wraith sweaty, glistening and in nothing but his jeans. She had never slept with this man and as he stood there in front of her she couldn't imagine why not. 

It had been a while since she took a lover and a familiar fire was burning in her loins. Wraith had never had an emotional attachment to sex. Her longevity made getting involved with someone would cause complications. It was just as well with Wraith, and so she took whatever man she pleased whenever she pleased...

"Huh..." he shrugged and turned to collect his shirt. 

Wraith's eyes flashed purple for a split second and Brick stopped in his tracks. Her power included the manipulation of all energies...including sexual ones. 

Brick turned back around and Wraith was pleased to find his pupils dilated and his eyes glazed with arousal. She unfolded her legs and stood on solid ground. 

"Lose the pants." Wraith was in control of Brick. She wasn't directly manipulating his thoughts, but he was so overcome with arousal that anything she said he would do. 

Brick complied and silently shed his jeans and boxers in one movement. Wraith gasped when she discovered his cock was as massive as the rest of him. It was at least nine inches long and as thick as her wrist. 

With another flash of her eyes and a flutter of cloth, her robes removed themselves from her body. Already moisture was seeping from her shaved pussy. The sight of this massive man naked before her aroused and intimidated her, but she was in complete control and going to thoroughly enjoy this unique opportunity. 

Wraith approached Brick and ran her hands lightly over the hard ridges of his stomach and over his broad chest that was covered with bristly hairs. She wove her fingers through them placed gentle kisses across his collarbone, tasting the slight saltiness from his sweat. In order to reach this spot she had floated a few inches off the ground, now she floated higher in order to kiss his waiting lips.

Up until then Brick had been passive, allowing Wraith to explore his body. Now he returned her kiss with fervor and plunged his tongue into her mouth to duel with her own. She moaned and pushed her medium sized breasts against his chest and ground her hot mound against him. From her position her hips were level with his abs and she left a trail of moisture across them as she pressed against him. 

After a moment she withdrew from the kiss. Brick watched as she floated higher into the air until her cunt was level with his head. She then reclined on an invisible platform of air and spread her legs, exposing her now dripping pussy. Understanding her intentions, Brick leant in towards her and licked her cunt from base to clit using just the tip of his tongue. 

The sensitive gesture sent ripples of pleasure coursing through her. Wraith threw her head back in ecstasy and closed her legs around Brick's head. He was now flicking the tip of his tongue rapidly along her exposed clit, causing her to moan in pleasure. She was grabbing and pinching her nipples, adding to her intensifying pleasure. 

Wraith's hips bucked upward as Brick suddenly inserted a massive finger into her molten pussy. When he added a second, she gasped in pleasure arched her back. Two of his massive fingers seemed to fill her as much as an average sized cock.

Brick was still tonguing her clit as he worked his fingers in and out of her soaking cunt. She continued to writhe against his fingers until she could feel her impending orgasm.

Now there are squirters...then there are sprayers. Wraith had enough practice in her long life to master the female orgasm and proudly call herself a sprayer. 

Something deep inside Wraith was coiling tighter and tighter. When she felt it about to release she willed it to continue to wind. Brick was still finger fucking her and was now sucking her entire clit into his mouth. Tighter and tighter it wound until Wraith could not stand it anymore. She let loose her orgasm and felt the first stream of cum spray from her cunt.

Brick withdrew his fingers and stepped back a bit when Wraith's first sprays of cum soaked his chin and neck. As she continued to cum it landed on his chest and stomach as well as his face, soaking him with her arousal. 

For such a quiet person, Wraith's orgasm was a loud affair. Each squirt of her pussy was accompanied by a primal scream of lust that echoed off the walls of the Training Room. Her orgasm seemed to continue for minutes, and by the time she had wound down enough to think coherently, Brick was soaked with her cum and electric jolts coursed through her body randomly. 

After another moment Wraith had come down enough to float down and stand on two feet. Though her first orgasm was always the most powerful, she knew that there were more to be had that night, and her lover's cock had yet to be touched.

"Lie down, Brick." She commanded.

Brick obliged and lay down on the soft padding of the Training Room floor and propped himself up on his elbows, massive cock jutting upward.

Wraith knelt down and crawled towards him. Once between his legs, she sat with her legs beneath her and her ass on the floor and Brick's cock impressively displayed before her. She reached out and ever so lightly trailed her finger tips along the underside of the monster cock. It jerked slightly as her touch, and Brick moaned softly at the sensation. When she reached the tip, Wraith wrapped on hand around the bulbous head and squeezed gently.

A dribble of pre-cum came from the tip and rolled down her fingers. Slowly, she lowered her grip down his massive shaft, her fingers barely meeting her thumb because of its thickness. She enjoyed its velvet-like softness in contrast to his hard and bristly body. 

As she continued her descent, Brick's hips bucked at the sensations. 

"Lay still, Brick. Just enjoy yourself." She whispered, and his movements ceased. 

More pre-cum had leaked from his shaft and Wraith used this as lubricant as she continued stocking him. This allowed her to go harder and faster which elicited moans of pleasure from Brick. Suddenly wanted to taste him, Wraith leaned forward and swallowed the head of his cock and tasted the slightly salty pre-cum as it continued to leak from his cock.

The feeling of her wet mouth on his cock was beginning to become too much for Brick and he could feel his orgasm start to rapidly build.

Wraith sensed this change in Brick both physically and mentally and thus doubled her efforts to make him cum. Her stocking became more intense and she swallowed another inch of his massive prick into her mouth and stocked the underside of his shaft with her tongue. 

Her other hand was furiously rubbing her clit and she found herself well on her way to her second orgasm. 

The combined sensations of Wraith's hand, mouth and the vibrations of her moans as she fingered herself sent Brick over the edge and he felt his balls tighten as the first jet of cum raced up his shaft.

Wraith was ready for him and she withdrew her mouth from his cock and leant back as she continued to rub her clit. Brick's cum erupted from the head of his cock like a geyser and arched through the air toward her. It landed on her face and in her hair and in her mouth. She closed her eyes to protect them as another jet landed there. The next few jets landed on her tits and stomach and pooled in her naval.

The sensation of Brick's hot cum splattering her body sent Wraith into her own powerful orgasm and she was soon screaming and squirting her cum all over Brick's massive cock. His own orgasm had tapered off and jism leaked slowly from the head and ran down his shaft. A mixture of both his and her cum dripped from his testicles and pooled onto the floor.

As Wraith came down from her second orgasm she was glad to see that Brick was still as hard as steel. She sat up and was once again seated in front of his cock. Bending forward, she stuck her tongue out and licked his cock from base to head using the tip of her tongue. The taste of their combined cum made her dizzy with arousal. 

Wraith stood and walked to Brick's side. She stepped over his massive torso and sat down to straddle his pelvis. She could feel his cock against her ass and the tip of it reached her lower back. Reaching behind her, she grabbed it and felt the combined cum that still covered it. Brick bucked his hips in response; the need to feel her moist folds around his cock was becoming overwhelming. Wraith reminded him to keep still so as to not hurt her when she was penetrated. 

Wraith had a similar urge to fulfill and she lifted her hips off Brick's pelvis, leaving a wet patch where her dripping cunt had rested on his abs. She then positioned herself over the massive pole and slowly began her descent. 

The huge tip spread her lips apart and she groaned at the feeling of having her cunt beginning to fill. Slowly, she lowered herself further down his shaft. His cock stretched her wide. Her long abstinence had made her tight, and she gripped Brick's cock like a glove. Little by little he stuffed her until she could feel his cock against her cervix. 

The sensation was overwhelming for both parties. Brick could feel the tight, molten walls of her cunt softly spasm around his cock which sent jolts of pleasure through his core. Wraith had not been so stuffed full in decades and she was savoring the every minute of it. 

After a moment, Wraith began to slowly rise, keeping one hand on Brick's rock abs for support. She could feel his cock exiting her hole and she gasped as it rubbed over her g-spot and sent ripples of heat coursing through her. As she rose from his shaft, she began to play with her clit which sent even more shocks of pleasure racing through her. She was looking down at his cock and could not believe how much she had managed to shove into her tight pussy. Finally only the tip remained and she began her descent. This time she went a little faster and rubbed her clit a little more vigorously.

Her breathing had turned into pants and she could feel her orgasm coming swiftly as his gigantic cock entered her again. Finally she could feel him at her cervix again and yet again she rose herself up, this time even faster. 

Her pants were getting louder and her clit was receiving more abuse than ever. After her second ascent, Wraith began to ride Brick's cock with a steady motion. Her orgasm was starting to wind its way up inside of her again, but this time she was content with releasing it whenever it was ready. By now Wraith was riding Brick quicker and the feeling of his cock rubbing her g-spot was becoming even more intense. She continued to plow herself on him until the damn broke and she screamed out her release, slamming herself down on his cock.

Wraith continued to scream as she squirted cum all over Brick's chest and stomach. Rivulets of her cum were rolling down the sides of his torso, and droplets of the substance were splattered throughout the hair on his chest. She removed her hand from her clit and used it as extra support as she continued her powerful orgasm. Brick could feel her already tight walls spasming wildly around his cock, and he knew his own orgasm wasn't far away.

Finally Wraith's third orgasm subsided and she was ready to let Brick cum too. Releasing her control over him she whispered, "Fuck me..." and collapsed against his chest and closed her eyes to enjoy whatever was next.

It was if a fog had lifted. Up until then Brick had been passive and allowed Wraith to control their fucking, but now he knew he was in control. 

The huge man grabbed her shoulders and in one movement rolled her onto her back and poised himself over her, his cock never leaving her body. Wraith's eyes never opened, but a new flood of moisture filled her cunt at the sudden passion from Brick. He planted his massive arms on either side of her head and pulled his cock from her pussy only to slam it home a split second later. Her intense arousal and her previous orgasms lubricated their union enough that his massive cock slid in effortlessly.

Wraith gasped as Brick forcefully slammed his cock into her. She moved her hands to her breasts and started pinching and rolling her nipples as Brick picked up the pace. In a steady rhythm, Brick pounded her pussy. She continued to play wither her tits as she ached her back and rolled her hips to the sensation.

As Brick neared orgasm, his fucking became even more intense. Wraith could sense him getting close and she wrapped her legs around his lower back and screamed her release when he shot his load deep within her. As thick ropes of thick white cum painted her insides, her own cum splashed onto Brick's pelvis. Her previous three orgasms had taken their toll and this time she was unable to produce an overly impressive amount. Brick on the other hand continued to cum jet after jet of sperm; so much so that it began to leak out around there joining and drip down her ass to pool on the floor.

Finally, Brick's own orgasm tapered off and he rolled over onto his back. With the plug gone, Wraith's pussy leaked a river of their combined juices. In an act of sheer lewdness, she plunged two fingers deep into her pussy and scooped up a sample. She then brought her fingers to her mouth and tasted the salty-sweet concoction. 

"Thank you, Brick. I needed that." She said, turning her head towards him. 

"I don't know what came over me but...you're welcome?" he said staring at the ceiling. 

"It's just sex. It's very useful for expelling bad energies and reviving the good ones."

"Always with the energies..." Brick smiled and turned to meet her eyes.

Wraith smiled back at the man. She admired him for not only his physical strength and virility, but also for his pure character. On top of that, he was an excellent lover. Perhaps she would make this a regular occurrence for a while.

"Come, we must clean this mess up before the morning or we'll have some embarrassing explaining to do." Wraith rose from the ground and could feel cum dripping down her thighs.

"Yeh, I know. I'll get the mop." Brick said and started towards the hanger.

*BOOOOM*

Brick almost fell over as the entire bunker shook.

"What the fuck was that!?" he asked, the mess suddenly far out of his mind.

"Trouble..." Wraith said and grabbed her cloak from the floor, "Get dressed, forget the mess, Vespucci Manor is under attack."

Brick was quick to action and the two were sprinting to the elevator within a minute to face whatever had attacked the Corps.

*****************

"How many did you send?" Trapjaw asked.

"Just five; they'll be more than adequate." Engineer replied.

"Excellent... now on to part two of tonight's agenda." Trapjaw said, his eyes narrowing beneath his mask, "Miss. White please fetch our benefactor, I have important business to discuss with him."

"Right away." the woman in the black suit responded and left Engineer and Trapjaw in the underground lab.

"How do you plan on keeping his disappearance a secret?" Engineer asked of Trapjaw, "He is the CEO of an important company...he can't just vanish with no questions asked."

"How insightful of you," Trapjaw said sarcastically, "That's where you come in."

Finally it clicked in Engineer's head. The program Trapjaw had requested he incorporate into one of the Bio-B0ts seemed bizarre at first, but now it made perfect sense. 

"M1mic, present!" Engineer barked and Bio-B0t came briskly through the lab. This particular model was identical in every way to the other models except that the material its body was composed of was shimmery and did not seem altogether solid, "Wait here." 

The two men and the machine waited for a few minutes in complete silence. When they finally heard the sound of Miss. White's heels outside the lab they visibly tensed up. 

Sydney Morrison strode into the lab, preceded by Miss. White.

"What is this about?" Morrison asked, furrowing his brow, "Miss. White was very vague."

"As per her instructions." Trapjaw said with narrowed eyes, "M1mic, this is your target."

"Target recognized." the machine responded and approached Morrison.

"What is – ouch!" he yelped as the robot firmly grasped his hand, "Something pinched..."

His sentence was cut off when he saw M1mic began to morph before his very eyes. The shimmering exoskeleton began to undulate and morph. Details began emerging such as skin color and features such as a mouth and nose took shape on its face. After a few minutes there was a perfect (naked) body double of Sydney Morrison where M1mic had stood.

"What the hell is this!?" He shouted, horrified.

"Morrison, meet your replacement." Trapjaw said matter-of-factly. 

"My replac –" Morrison could not get words to form.

"You're usefulness has worn off. We got what we needed from you, and now we're going to go ahead in our plans." Trapjaw explained.

"What plans!?" Sydney shouted.

"Ones that do not involve...normals." Trapjaw practically spit this last word out like it was a bad taste in his mouth. 

"This is insane!" Sydney continued to shout.




The Good Doctor: Origins Ch. 05



"M1mic, shut him up and strap him down." Engineer ordered and without hesitation it obeyed. 

In one fluid movement M1mic had seized Morrison's arm and brought it up painfully behind his back. In this position it used its superior strength to force Morrison to walk towards the same chair that Rob had been strapped to only a few weeks prior. He then forced him to sit down and within moments had the man strapped to the chair and immobilized. 

"You can't do this!" he shouted and struggled against his bonds. 

Engineer had wheeled out the infamous machine that had turned Rob from a normal human into a superior being and grinned as he held up the needle that he would shortly pierce into Sydney's skull.

"Oh really? Because I think we already have!" he laughed, and laughed, and laughed; an insane laughter that reverberated off the walls and caused even the ruthless Trapjaw to shudder. 

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Rob had been reading in Giovanni's study when a deafening boom nearly startled him out of his chair. Every night Rob would come to the study and read at least twenty books a sitting. His mind allowed for rapid reading and perfect retention. Slowly Rob could feel himself getting smarter and the world he found himself in getting clearer.

Tonight had been interrupted by the sound though, and Rob threw down his book and ran towards the door to investigate only to be thrown backwards in a blaze of fire and splintering wood.

Rob landed on his feet and was alert and ready in milliseconds. The air was heavy with smoke and Rob could not see through it, but he knew that there were at least three moving objects in the haze. He blinked and switched into heat-vision in order to ascertain if there were any warm bodies. The smoke was too hot though, and all he could see was a wall of oranges and reds.

Switching his vision back to normal Rob cautiously walked around Giovanni's desk to put his back towards the window. If he needed to make a quick escape, he could at least try going through that. He crouched down behind the desk and peered over the top to try to get a glimpse at his assailants. After a moment Rob could finally see three shapes arising through the smoke. From what he could see they were human in shape and seemed to be wearing some sort of black clothing. 

Suddenly the desk lowered into the ground towards the bunker. Rob did not know anyone was down there and was unhappy to have his hiding place removed. The shapes were nearing him and he knew that soon they would be able to see him through the smoke. He prayed that help was going to come up from the bunker.

After a moment he could hear the desk began to rise upwards and was relieved to see Brick and Wraith arrive on it, ready for action.

Rob stood up to make his presence known to them and hissed, "Get behind here!"

In one swift movement, Brick jumped over the desk to crouch beside Rob while Wraith swiftly glided over to crouch on his other side.

"What are those things?" Brick was asking.

"No clue, but they almost look human." Rob responded as they continued their advance.

"Wraith, get rid of this smoke, we need to take them on." Brick said and gripped his wrench tightly.

Wraith's eyes flashed beneath her hood and the smoke started to rapidly exit the room though the huge hole that the explosion had caused. Suddenly the figures were in full view. Rob and Brick gasped at the site of the Bio-B0ts before them. A purple glow was coming from underneath Wraith's hood as she studied the energies of the beings.

An unfortunate side effect of blowing away the smoke was that the Bio-B0ts seemed to be aware of their presence. The smoke had been throwing off their sensors, but now their faceless heads turned to face the trio.

"Looks like the jig's up." Brick said and rose to his full height.

"Well this should be fun; my first 'field experience'." Rob chided and reached to his belt to unclasp the two blade handles that were attached to his left hip. 

The blades came to life and the two men stood ready for a fight as they faced the Bio-B0ts. 

"Target's acquired...carry out objective." 

"I think they mean us." Brick said and Rob grimly nodded, "Let's take them down. Wraith, you got one covered?" 

The glow beneath Wraith's hood had ceased and she stood to stand beside the men, "Of course." 

"Eliminate." one of the Bio-B0ts said and all three raised their hands, palms out. Their palms glowed red for a brief second and then, in slow motion, Rob saw a ball of energy separate from them and head towards him and his comrades. The balls continued their slow journey towards them and Rob noticed that neither Brick nor Wrath had responded. Realizing what this meant, Rob shoved first Brick and then Wraith out of the way of the energy that was now picking up speed. He then ducked just in time before he saw the balls hit the window behind him. It exploded in a shower of glass and Rob shielded himself from their sharp points. 

"What the hell!" Brick shouted as he recovered from Rob's assault. 

"Sorry, Brick. You didn't react fast enough." Rob said, "They can shoot energy, we need to be cautious."

"Got it!" Brick called back as he sprung to his feet, wrench at the ready, "Now, let's take them down."

Wraith's eyes were once again glowing and the two men rushed forward with their weapons at the ready. The Bio-B0ts' palms glowed again, but this time they were ready. Brick lowered his shoulder and sped towards one of the robots and rammed into it just as it was about to fire. The force of the giant man running into it caused the Bio-B0t to misfire and the shot hit the ceiling, leaving a smoking hole in it.

Rob had managed to dodge three shots from the Bio-B0ts before he leapt gracefully in the air and landed a well placed kick smack in the middle of the thing's head. This did not seem to faze him, but it allowed Rob to leap over its head and land behind it. He then swung around and aimed one of his blades at the 'neck' of the creature. The blade sliced through like butter and the head toppled of its shoulders and landed on the ground with a clang. Rob thought that would be the end of the robot, but it turned to face him as if nothing had happened.

"Not good..." Rob said as two red blades materialized from the back of the robot's wrists. They looked identical to Rob's own and he knew at once who had sent these things.

Wraith had studied their energy signatures and was not surprised to find that they were almost identical to Rob's. She had known there was a reason behind Rob's creation, and now she could see its result. It was sentient; Wraith could see the disruptions in the time field it made as it planned for the future. These were highly advanced machines and it would take a little finesse to destroy them. 

While she formulated a way to kill the Bio-B0ts, Wraith decided to distract one to keep its focus off Brick and Rob. She floated up to the ceiling and started to hurl energy balls at one about to attack Rob. They did little to no damage, but were enough to get its attention. 

Brick had abandoned his wrench and was engaged in hand to hand combat with one of the robots. Rob was fighting a headless one which sported twin blades almost identical to his own. Wraith frowned when she saw the headless creature still able to function. Clearly Engineer had opted out of putting its brain in its head, smart move on his part. The head was easily detached from the body and offered little protection. That excluded any other limb, leaving only the chest and stomach as possible holding places.  

Wraith barely dodged a red energy ball that was shot at her. She scolded herself for letting her mind wander and redoubled her efforts at focusing on both tasks at hand. The only way she could determine where its brain was to get closer to it and scan its more subtle energies. This would allow her to pinpoint where signals were being sent to and from the most, thus showing her where the brain was. 

"Hold in there, boys. I'm going to figure out how to kill them." Wraith announced as she flew closer to the Bio-B0t, dodging its shots as she descended.

"I'd hurry!" Rob shouted as he narrowly dodged an attack. 

Brick didn't say anything. He was straining to keep up with his assailant, sweat poured from every pore and he could feel his strength waning. 

Acting as quick as she could, Wraith soared within a few feet of the Bio-B0t and focused on its bio-electrical flow. After a second of searching she found its brain; it was in its chest. Just as she was about to announce this she realized she had neglected to pay attention to the robot and was thrown violently backward by a swift kick to her chest.

Rob shouted as he saw Wraith fly across the room and slam into a bookshelf. Parrying a blow from the Bio-B0t he swiftly moved over the piles of debris to where she had landed.

"Wraith, are you okay!?" He asked, frantically searching for some kind of life, painfully aware that two robots were rapidly closing in on him.

Wraith's eyes fluttered rapidly and she weakly lifted her hand to point at her chest. It wavered there for a minute before falling back to the ground and she lay still. Rob heard a thunk and turned his head to see Brick fall in a massive heap. The three robots were no focused on Rob and they moved swiftly towards him.

"Come on you fuckers, come on...." He coaxed as he crouched a few feet from Wraith, his blades at the ready.

When the Bio-B0ts were with three feet of him, he suddenly leapt from his position headlong into group of robots. Rob's aim was true, and he managed to plunge his blades into the robot that had attacked Brick as well as the headless one. After hitting his mark, Rob pulled hard on his blades, slicing the bodies of the two targets from chest to pelvis. He felt them go limp against his blades and he pulled them out. 

Just as the bodies slumped to the floor Rob had to block an attack from the remaining Bio-B0t. It had its own set of red blades, but Rob had a target now. After kicking the robot backwards, Rob rushed forward with the tip of one blade pointed at its chest. The thing easily blocked the attack, but as it occupied Rob swung his other blade around and down, slicing it from shoulder to hip in one move. 

The robot stumbled then fell forward, falling into two pieces. 

Rob wasted no time rushing towards Brick's side. The man was drenched in sweat and breathing very hard, but seemed fine.

"You okay, big guy?" Rob asked, grimacing. 

"Just...need....to...catch my....breath..." he panted, never once opening his eyes.

"Fantastic." Rob said and rushed across the room to Wraith.

He could tell that she was breathing, but it was labored and she needed medical attention. 

"I'm going to find Nurse Sweet." He whispered to her, though he doubted she heard him.

Rob stood and ran over the destruction and into the entranceway. What he found was a trail of devastation leading from the front door and up the stairs. Rob's first thought was for Nurse Sweet's safety, he had personally seen her to bed and knew she was up there. 

Lightning quick, Rob literally leapt up the stairs and into the hallway, running straight into someone coming from the opposite direction.

Rob sprung into action, ready for anything. What he found was a rather dazed-looking Nurse Sweet lying on the floor. 

"Nurse Sweet! You're okay!" Rob said, genuinely relieved. 

"Well I was until you ran me over." She chided, and started to stand back up.

"Did anything come up here?" He asked as he helped her get to her feet.

"Well now that you mention it...some strange looking men did come up... and almost fucking killed me! Where the fuck were you!?"

"I was preoccupied with some of my own problems." 

"Doesn't matter now; Gio and I got them." Nurse Sweet said leading Rob to the room they had come to share.

On the floor were the remains of two more the things that had attacked Rob. One seemed to have blown up in various places and there were places on its body that looked melted. The other was more intact, but its chest was caved in as if hit by a massive object. Giovanni, who was leaning on his cane looking rather winded, was standing on one side of the bed. 

"Good job guys, but Wraith got hurt and needs medical assistance." Rob said with a worried look on his face.

"I'm on it." Nurse Sweet said before briskly exiting the room.

"Giovanni, are you okay?" Rob asked once she had left.

"I'm fine, thank you. I was actually more worried about you." He said, frowning.

"I was trained by the best." Rob said, attempting a smile but managing only a weak grimace, "Looks like you were right about Trapjaw and Engineer."

"I always knew I was right. I just didn't know they would strike so quickly!" Giovanni was shaking his head solemnly as he spoke.

Rob could tell that the attack was troubling Giovanni a great deal and he wished he could help, but despite all his training he was still new at this and did not know what to do or say.

"I'm sorry, Giovanni." Was all he could think of. 

Instead of responding, Giovanni swiftly maneuvered around the rubble and past Rob on his way to the door (or, rather, the hole where the door had been) and without stopping yelled to him, "Come on, Robert, we have work to do!" 

With one last glance at the fallen robots, Rob followed Giovanni into the hall and down the stairs. When they entered Giovanni's study, Rob noticed that the robots were gone as well as Brick, Wraith, and Nurse Sweet. He assumed they had retreated to the bunker and his suspicions were confirmed when he heard the lift rising and saw Brick's huge mass emerging from the floor. 

"How's Wraith?" Rob asked Brick as he came towards them. 

"She'll be fine, just needs a bit of rest." Brick answered with a smile that seemed less bright than usual to Rob.

"Good." Rob said.

"I've taken the remains of the assailants to the bunker. I think we should take refuge there and seal ourselves off until we formulate a plan." Brick said to Giovanni.

"My thoughts exactly, Brick. Who knows how many more of those things are coming; let's go Rob." 

The three men traversed the debris-littered study and took the lift down into the bunker. Once they arrived in the concrete room directly below the study, Giovanni pressed a button on his desk and a sheet of metal slid across the opening and sealed it with a satisfying clang. The trio then took the second lift down into the bunker and to safety. 

"Brick, go see to Wraith; Rob, follow me." Giovanni said as he turned right and walked toward a door on the far wall of the Hanger. 

Rob had never been anywhere else in the Bunker but the Training Room and Sick Bay so he did not know where they were headed nor did he know what Giovanni wanted from him. He had been trained to fight and fight he had, what else could he do? 

Giovanni pressed a button on the wall once they reached the door and it slid open. The two men passed through and onto a catwalk suspended above an enormous room. Machines and monitors lined the walls and rows of workbenches contained sophisticated equipment, various containers of chemicals, and cages filled with mice, rats, and guinea pigs. 

"Welcome to the Lab, Rob." Giovanni explained and started to descend the stairs to the main floor.

Rob followed him down the steps and past the rows of workbenches to the far side of the room and two doors. Giovanni opened the door to the left which lead to a room with two examining tables and even more equipment. Upon one the tables was the headless robot that Rob had defeated. Nurse Sweet was also there along with the strange man Rob had met only once, Hax. 

"Nurse Sweet, Hax; have you found anything?" Giovanni asked.

"All we can say for sure is that they are similar in design to Rob which suggests they were made by Engineer." Hax said in his small, boy-like voice.

"Keep at it then. I want to know everything about these things by the morning, Rob can help." Giovanni said as he examined the body himself.

"What do you mean I can help? I don't know anything about this stuff." Rob protested.

"Of course you do. All those books you've read? There must be something you picked up that could be of use." Giovanni said matter-of-factly. 

Images of pages full of words flew past Rob's field of vision as he tried to remember what he had read and what use it might be. The images kept coming until he heard his name being called from far away.

"Rob! You still with us?" it was Nurse Sweet.

Rob came back to reality with a start and he shook his head to clear his mind of the images, "Yeh, I'm here...and I think I can help." 

"That's the spirit, now get to work, we don't have much time." Giovanni glanced at all three of them one at a time with a stern look and then left them to their work. 

**********************

"All of them?" Trapjaw asked Miss. White.

"Yes, Sir." She responded quietly.

"How?" he asked, his voice calm but full of menace. 

"I don't know, but Engineer is trying to figure it out." 

"Even if Giovanni managed to destroy a few, surely the others wouldn't be able to as well? They were in two groups..." 

"Like I said; Engineer is figuring out what went wrong." 

"Thank you, Miss. White, please send him up as soon as he knows something."

Rachel White nodded once and left Trapjaw's office.

Trapjaw had just received news that all five of the Bio-B0ts he had sent to destroy the Corps were eliminated. He had ordered them to the residence where they were to split into two groups and kill all members of the Corps and then destroy the building. Satellites had monitored the position of the robots, and one by one the red dots that indentified them went out, signaling an end of transmission and thus defeat. 

It was safe to say that Trapjaw was more than a little pissed. He had been assured that the Bio-B0ts were undefeatable. If Engineer did not offer up a suitable explanation, Trapjaw would eliminate him from the plans. 

A knock at the door distracted Trapjaw from his fuming, "Come in." he called and Engineer came through.

"Sir, we have a problem." Engineer said after he seated himself in a chair opposite Trapjaw's desk.

"No shit." Trapjaw spat, "Your pieces of scrap are useless!" 

"They are everything I promised and more...which is exactly the problem." Engineer countered. 

Trapjaw sat at his desk where he leaned towards Engineer and narrowed his eyes angrily; "Explain." He said, his voice dripping with anger.

"It's Rob; he's more powerful than I anticipated...perhaps I made him TOO perfect. I left him without any memory of who he was or what he's capable of, which I assumed would be enough to prevent him from becoming a threat...apparently it wasn't."

"Giovanni..." Trapjaw hissed.

"Exactly, he must have trained him efficiently enough to use him as a weapon against us." 

"But how...he had a total of five weeks from the time he escaped to the time of the attack. It takes years to mold a man from nothing into a soldier...trust me." 

"Again; he's more powerful than I anticipated. He has the same brain as the Bio-B0ts, which means he learns at a massively accelerated pace. This could be used to our advantage though. If we train the Bio-B0ts for a period of a few weeks, they can be ten times as dangerous."

"They are designed to kill. What more can you teach them?" 

"Lots, Sir. They may come with the basic programming of how to kill, but the more experience they have, the more they will learn. That's what I designed them for. They just weren't ready for field use, I know that now." 

"We are running out of time! The more we wait the more time the Corps has time to interfere." 

"Don't worry, next time I'll be ready." 

"If you fail again, there won't BE a next time...do you understand me?"

"Of course, Sir, but there's more." 




The Good Doctor: Origins Ch. 06



***I've made a serious rooky mistake and I'm kicking myself right now as hard as I can! Many of you have pointed out that the story line is confusing and I couldn't figure out why...until I reread my stories (something I know I should have done in the first place...lesson SO learned). There are numerous inconsistencies in story line and time line so I'm including a brief summary of previous chapters with all incongruences ironed out. This summary will be what the rest of this story leads off from and I will always remember to check my own facts before writing them.

Please forgive, readers! 

Secret_Reader***

There is a nonconsent/reluctance scene within this chapter so feel to skip if it's not your cup of tea. It's necessary for character development and is certainly nothing graphic.

Enjoy

SUMMARY:

In the 1970s the Corps was founded by Giovanni, Wraith, Engineer, the now-dead Top-Shot and the evil Slade. It was used by the government as a form of law enforcement until Slade lead a faction of the group in a civil war against the other members. 

The civil war was over whether the super humans should be the rulers over the normal humans. Slade believed they should, but Giovanni did not. The war was destructive and a number of people died and a lot a property was destroyed. The government ordered the Corps to disband and Giovanni moved any remaining members into hiding by constructing a new base in 1986. 

Slade was defeated and the Corps was left in peace. Giovanni and Wraith continued to search for new members, and added a few over the years including Brick. A few years before this story, Engineer went insane after reading an article about combining man and machine and becoming obsessed over the idea. Giovanni kicked him out of the Corps and wiped his memory of secret information. 

Trapjaw had teamed up with the businessman Sydney to take over the world and they picked up Engineer in order for him to build his machines and help them succeed. After many trials, Engineer was able to successfully merge Rob's brain into a Machine's. 

Nurse Sweet was a mole for the Corps and took Rob to Giovanni where he trained over the period of a month. During this time Engineer built a mass production facility in the basement of Ark Chemicals, a subsidiary of Sydney Enterprises. Sydney supplied the money and materials, and Trapjaw oversaw the process. Once the facility was complete, Engineer manufactured ten Bio-B0ts to resemble his prototype, Bio-B0t On3 which he had built soon after Rob. 

Trapjaw sent five of these to attack the Corps while he replaced Sydney with M1mic, thus putting Trapjaw in complete control. 

The attack failed and Engineer came up with a plan to improve the Bio-B0ts. Meanwhile, Rob was tasked with figuring out what the Bio-B0ts were and how to defeat them. 

Thank you for reading this. Hopefully I won't have to make another one!

CHAPTER SIX

Rob furrowed his brow as he looked down at the headless robot. It had been almost two hours since the attack and Rob had been studying the robot for an hour and a half with Nurse Sweet and Hax. His two companions had long since given up on gleaning any useful information from the remains, but Rob knew there was definitely something there that they could use in the event of another attack. The problem was that his brain could not piece together a whole enough idea to be of any use. 

"AH!" he yelled in frustration and threw his hands up in defeat.

"Given up?" Hax said from his perch on the twin examining table.

"I just can't piece together my thoughts." Rob explained, "It's like I have a book in front of me with all the answers, but half the pages are torn out in random order."

"Hmmm..." Hax said as he jumped off the examining table, "Books..."

"What about them?" Nurse Sweet droned from where she was lying on the floor with her eyes closed.

"Rob, Giovanni had mentioned that you read a lot of books. He said that's why you should be of some help." Hax said, and although Rob could not see them through his whited-out glasses, he knew Hax's eyes were narrowed in thought. 

"Yeh, well a whole lot of good that's doing." Rob said, not sure where Hax was going with this. 

"But it IS doing a whole lot of good! The only problem is your knowledge is incomplete...you haven't read enough to have a complete grasp of the situation. In other words you're the equivalent of a person with a basic degree in, well, everything. What you NEED to be is the equivalent of a PhD in everything." Hax was pacing the room now and talking rapidly...and frankly not making a whole lot of sense. 

"Try again." Rob said, "This time, be a little less cryptic." 

Hax stopped pacing and stood directly in front of Rob and looked up into his eyes, "Right now you're a really, really smart person because of all the books you've read and your ability to store vast amounts of knowledge. What you can, and MUST, be is the most amazing genius this world has ever seen!"

"I'm going to need a lot more time...and a ton more books...for that to happen; but nice try." Rob said semi-sarcastically.

"No you won't and no you don't." Hax said with a little smile.

Nurse Sweet got off the floor in a hurry, "Hax...you're a genius!"

This was the most excited Rob had ever seen Nurse Sweet and was getting a little annoyed that he was being left out of the loop.

"Someone better explain to me what you're talking about." Rob demanded. 

"The Mainframe! We can hook you up and download its contents into your brain!" Hax said excitedly.

"Pardon?" Rob said, still confused.

"We don't have time for this...come with us, Rob." Nurse Sweet said and grabbed Rob's hand and led him through the door of the room.

She turned left and opened the door directly next to the one they had just come through. The three of them went through and into a room with a single column ten feet in diameter in the middle of the room. A single cable led from the column to a computer monitor on a small desk with a printer situated next to it.

"The Mainframe?" Rob asked.

"The one and only." Hax said, beaming with obvious pride, "A massive supercomputer designed by Engineer and me shortly before he went insane. It has astronomical processing power and contains all the information the world knows, has known, and (I suspect) will know. It is the single most intelligent thing in this solar system...I guarantee it."

"Impressive, but if it's so smart than why can't it analyze the robots itself? I mean didn't it analyze me?" Rob asked.

"A computer is only as useful as its user." Hax explained, "When it analyzed you all it gave Nurse Sweet was a bunch of readings which she then interpreted herself. It might be able to give us readings on the robot, but without knowledge of what it is or what it's made of, the readings would be useless."

"I think I get it now." Rob said, smiling, "If you download the Mainframe into my brain you basically roll computer and user into one package. The Mainframe become a sentient being (me) and can analyze and interpret at the same time."

"You got it! Now come here so we can do this thing." Hax said, opening up a panel on the column. 

"Wait...are you sure this won't like...fry my brain?" Rob asked, suddenly concerned with the plan. 

"Not sure at all, but from what I've seen of your brain's physical makeup it's highly improbable." Hax explained as he fiddled with knobs and buttons. 

"Would Giovanni approve of this plan?" Rob asked.

"Never," Hax said with a smile, "Ready when you are!" 

Rob looked over at Nurse Sweet who gave him an encouraging smile, "If Hax thinks you can do it, then I trust him. Do you trust me?"

"Of course!" Rob said.

"Then you should trust him." 

Rob smiled and nodded at Nurse Sweet before he approached the Mainframe.

"So, what do I do?" Rob asked Hax.

"See that hole there?" Hax said, indicating a hole about the size of a car outlet, "Stick your finger in there."

"Just...stick it in?"

"Yes, I bet you're good at that." Hax's crude humor leaked through the tone of his voice.

Ignoring him for the moment Rob said, "Alright, here goes....AHHH!!" When he inserted his finger into the hole he had received a painful shock throughout his entire body.

The sensation only lasted a second before it subsided and Rob could hear Hax saying, "All done!"

"All done? How can we be -- oh, right, the Mainframe uses quantum mechanics to store information, making the complete download last roughly one millisecond. The electrical shock was just my system rebooting...like a computer does after it installs new softw -- whoa!"

"How does THAT feel? The entire world's knowledge at your immediate disposal...oh how I envy you right now!" Hax said with a toothy grin. 

"It feels...amazing." Rob said genuinely. 

"Now remember this is purely objective knowledge. You won't be able to suddenly find a cure for cancer out of the blue. All new knowledge must be gained the old fashioned way: by thinking." Hax explained as he closed the panel on the Mainframe.

Rob smiled, "Back to the Lab then, everyone; we have work to do."

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Five hours later Rob finally looked up from the notes he had been furiously scribbling in a now-full notebook. When the trio had begun to reexamine the robot, Rob's mind went haywire. He began forming connections and drawing conclusions that he would never have been able to see before. At first Rob hadn't written anything down but as the examination progressed he found that even with his massive brain power it was hard to keep track of his own ideas. 

Hax had left by that time to find something else to help with and Nurse Sweet was dozing, so Rob went looking in the main Lab for a notepad and pen. He had found a small cluster of lockers along the wall and opened each one until he found a locker with a blank notebook on the top shelf. Hanging from a hook was a white lab coat which Rob thought might have pens in its pockets.

Rob removed the coat from the locker and put it on in order to easily check the pockets. It fit him almost too perfectly and was of a style that came down to his hips rather than the classical long one. He found a pen in one of the inside pockets and made his way back to the examination room to find Nurse Sweet passed out on the second table. Rob couldn't help but appreciate her natural beauty while she slept and he found he was glad that she was in his life. 

Thoughts of Nurse Sweet were at the edges of his mind as he worked and he would look at her longingly from time to time. Rob got the feeling that she knew how he felt about her, but she was so emotionally distant at times that he refrained from getting too mushy with her. 

When Rob had finished examining the exterior of the robot he used his blades to slice a hole in its exterior through which he could examine its inner workings. What he found was astonishing and thoughts of Nurse Sweet were all but banished from his mind as he furiously worked and wrote for hours.

After five hours had passed and Rob looked up from his work he found Nurse Sweet was awake and was watching him sleepily.

"Good morning, sleepy head." He said as he grinned.

"How long was I out?" She asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"Just about five hours now."

"And you were working the whole time...why am I not surprised." She rolled her eyes and jumped off the table.

Rob smiled, shrugged and began reviewing what he had written down. 

She came around behind Rob and began to massage his shoulders gently, "I think you should take a break." 

"But I have to report my findings...Giovanni's waiting." Rob said as he thumbed through his notebook.

Nurse Sweet rolled her eyes again and turned Rob around on the stool he was sitting on in order for him to face her. Rob's initial protests ended as soon as he saw the lustful look in Nurse Sweet's eyes. Seeing that Rob finally got it, she hiked her skirt up so she could straddle his hips and he in turn grabbed her around her trim waist. Her position made it so that only thing separating the two of them was her thin panties and his jeans.

Nurse Sweet could feel the hard denim of Rob's jeans against her rapidly moistening slit and she softly ground her hips against them to increase the stimulating contact. 

"Maybe we shouldn't..." Rob said, "Someone might come." 

"Everyone's asleep...now," She placed her arms around his neck and roughly ground up against his hardening cock as she demanded, "Shut up." 

Any further protests ceased when Nurse Sweet hungrily attacked his mouth with furious kisses. Rob had been about to say something when she kissed him so her tongue slipped easily between his lips. The taste of her and the sensations her skillful tongue elicited erased all qualms about being caught from Rob's mind and he returned the kiss with vigor. They're tongues dueled with each other and on occasion Nurse Sweet would lightly bite Rob's lower lip and drag her teeth along it. 

A thought came to Nurse Sweet and after a moment she broke their contact and breathed, "Doctor, I think you need an examination." 

"Doct...oh the coat? This turn you on...Nurse?" he said with a mischievous grin.

"Yes, but the thought of you out of it even more so." She returned the grin and pressed her palms into his chest, feeling the heat of his skin and the hard plane of muscle beneath.

"Well, Nurse, if you think an examination is necessary..." he trailed off as Nurse Sweet began to plant hot, wet kisses all over his neck.

"Oh, I do..." she said against his skin, sending shivers down his body at the sensation of her warm breath, "So let's get started, Doctor." 

Nurse Sweet ceased her actions and removed herself from Rob's lap, "Please strip for the...exam" she said seductively. 

Rob removed his lab coat and threw it onto the stool then stood still with his hands on his hips, waiting.

"I said strip." Nurse Sweet said, feigning annoyance.

Rob gave her a defiant grin, "Make me." he folded his arms across his chest.

Nurse Sweet almost giggled (almost) as she approached him and stood on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear, "Fine," she grabbed his hard cock through his jeans as she said this and then slowly ran her hand up the front of his crotch. Her other hand joined it when she reached the hem of his t-shirt. 

Rob lowered his arms stood still as he watched Nurse Sweet slip her hands under his shirt and slide her warm palms over his naked skin. She took her time with this, knowing that it drove him crazy and smiled when she felt his muscles jump beneath her skin. Still going slow, she guided her hands over his stomach to just under his chest before spreading them across his rib cage to his sides. She then slowly made her way back down, feeling the hard ridges of his serratus muscles beneath her fingers. Rob's hips bucked involuntarily as she touched his most sensitive spots but he remained a still as possible while Nurse Sweet enjoyed his body. 

When she made it back to the hem of his shirt, she gripped it softly and began lifting it up over his abs then his chest. When his shirt was bunched up on his chest, he lifted his arms so she could pull it off the rest of the way. 

Nurse Sweet stood back and admired her lover's body, "Well it's obvious that you're very...healthy." She said before licking her lips and approaching Rob. 

Still not moving or saying anything, Rob groaned when Nurse Sweet began to kiss and lick his entire torso; starting with his lower stomach and making her way up the hard plane of his stomach. His hips jerked violently when she dipped her tongue into his navel and then blew gently on the sensitive spot. Continuing on her way, she gently sucked on his nipples for a second in turn when she reached his chest and then made her way back down the same way she had come up. Rob's body was shimmering in the places where Nurse Sweet had left her mark and the spots felt exquisitely cool in the open air in contrast to the heat of his aroused state, but still he waited for Nurse Sweet to make the next move...this was her show. 

By now Rob's cock was straining painfully against its denim prison and Nurse Sweet's panties were clinging to her soaking cunt. After she had licked her way down Rob's hard torso she unfastened his belt and undid the fly on his jeans. Slowly she lowered them and licked her lips at the sight of his cock straining against his boxer briefs as Rob stepped out of his pants. 

"Doctor, please lay down on the examining table." She commanded, her voice quivering with the lust that was bursting from inside.

"This fantasy is all ass-backward." Rob chided.

"I don't fucking care...now get on." Nurse Sweet attempted a smile, but her passion was rapidly rising and any emotion besides wanton lust was becoming increasingly difficult. 

Rob grinned and hopped onto the second examining table and then lay down. The table had a thin layer of padding and while he adjusted himself on top of it, Rob didn't notice his wrists being secured into restrains on either side of the table. 

"Kinky." He said as he raised his eyebrows. 

"You have no idea." Nurse Sweet said and stood at the end of the table where Rob's feet were.

The padding on the table had a raised area where his head was propped up and he could see almost her entire body from his vantage point. If anyone could pull off a nurse's uniform, it was Nurse Sweet. The traditional white skirt only came half way down her tan thighs. The short-sleeved, buttoned blouse that was neatly tucked into the skirt fit her perfectly, showing off her subtle but beautiful curves wonderfully. Rob could barely see the beginning of her cleavage through the top two undone buttons but the tease made the actual reveal that much more exciting. The only indication that she was a nurse was the red cross stitched just above her left breast pocket. The pocket itself contained a single syringe full of some unknown concoction. 

Just the sight of her standing there sent shivers through Rob's body and he longed to stroke his cock to sweet release, but she had denied him this luxury by securing his wrists. If he wanted, Rob could force himself out of the bonds easily but he was enjoying the light bondage despite the ach in his groin. 

"Like what you see, Doctor?" Nurse Sweet asked, running her hands suggestively up her sides to her breasts which she squeezed through her shirt. 

Rob rapidly nodded his head and Nurse Sweet said, "Want to see more?" she undid the third button of her blouse, Rob nodded again. "Well then...Doctor's orders."

She began to strip for him, beginning with slowly unbuttoning her blouse one button at a time. First her black lace bra was revealed followed by her flat stomach. Nurse Sweet left her blouse on, teasing Rob with only a thin strip of skin as she resumed playing with her tits through the shirt. Despite the control she appeared to have, the heat still growing within Nurse Sweet was making it hard for her not to fuck Rob right away. Although it was driving her nearly insane, she was enjoying this intensely and she wanted it to last. She kneaded her breasts and her small, sharp nipples became erect from the material of her bra scraped gently along them. Her cunt was now so wet that a thin trail of her arousal was making its way down her leg.

Rob didn't miss a thing and he smiled inwardly when he saw the trickle of her arousal on her inner thigh. She was enjoying this as much as he was and there was no end in sight. 

Nurse Sweet had stopped playing with her breasts and finally removed her blouse to reveal her full torso. She then reached to her hip and undid the zipper of her skirt there. Slowly, deliberately, she slid the zipper down, driving Rob insane with need. When her zipper was undone, she turned her back to Rob and flashed him a teasing smile over her shoulder. She swayed her hips suggestively side to side and pushed her skit down over her hips and stepped out of it after letting it drop to the floor.




The Good Doctor: Origins Ch. 06



Rob groaned at seeing her small but firm ass with the black g-string and seriously considered ripping himself out of his restraints to get at her. He was further frustrated when Nurse Sweet kept her back turned to him as she undid the clasp of her bra and let it fall from her shoulders and then onto the floor in front of her. 

"Turn around." Rob begged, suddenly out of breath.

Nurse Sweet smiled and turned around, but with her hands covering her breasts. The front of her panties were clinging to her wet slit and Rob could make out the shape of her folds, "Tease." He chided.

"You have no idea." She said and finally let her hands drop to her sides.

Nurse Sweet's tits were beautiful; tan and firm with small nipples that pointed proudly from her chest. Rob loved the feeling of suckling them in his mouth as well as the sensation that they caused as they scraped along his chest. He yearned for those feelings again and his hips continued to buck slowly in response, "Climb on up, Nurse." He said and Nurse Sweet sashayed up to the side of the table. 

"Who's performing this examination?" 

"I think you might need a better look is all." He said in mock submission.

Nurse Sweet said nothing, but put her hands on Rob's chest and then pushed firmly, lifting her weight off the floor and jumping up so she was situated in her favorite position: Rob's abs. 

"You're right, Doctor." She said, moving her hips a little and sliding her hot cunt along the hard ridges of his abdominals, "This is a much better view for examination." 

"Nurse, you fell right into my trap." 

"Did I now?" she teased, and leaned forward to dangle her breasts just out of his mouth's reach.

"Bitch." He said, shifting his body in an attempt to get her closer to him.

"Proud of it." She retaliated and then leaned in enough for Rob to capture one of her nipples in his mouth. 

She moaned softly as Rob sucked and nipped at the tender point and she ground her pussy along his abs, enjoying the sensation of their ridges along her sensitive slit. The twin sensations were sending jolts of pleasure down her spine and warmth was gathering in her lower belly. 

Rob continued to run his tongue in circles around Nurse Sweet's nipple until she suddenly pulled away. He was about to protest but stopped when he saw her stand up, her legs on either side of him, and begin to remove her panties. She slid them down her legs and stepped out of them and bent down to pick them up. After she resumed her position on Rob's stomach, she slid her hips up until she was straddling his chest and held her panties up to his nose. 

"Just a little medicine..." She said, and Rob closed his eyes and inhaled the sweet, musky scent of her arousal and groaned deeply after she pulled them away and tossed them to the floor.

When he opened his eyes again, he found Nurse Sweet straddling his chest, knees on his shoulders, furiously rubbing her soaked slit with one hand and rolling and pinching her nipple with the other. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip. She was so caught up in her own lust that she seemed to have forgotten about Rob, even though it was his chest her arousal was currently dripping on like warm syrup. 

"Need any assistance, Nurse." Rob asked.

Nurse Sweet's eyes opened, and without saying a word she shifted herself so that her knees were positioned on either side of Rob's head. She lowered herself and placed her cunt directly over his mouth. She then leaned back, placing her hands on Rob's chest for support. 

As soon as her slit came within reach, Rob ran his tongue from the bottom of her cunt to her protruding clit, tasting the sweet arousal she was producing in copious amounts. He began to rapidly flick her clit with the tip of her tongue, which caused her to shudder and moan. Her hands were still planted firmly on his hard hest, and she arched her back as Rob's tongue penetrated her folds, exposing her tits to the open air, willing for someone to touch them. 

Nurse Sweet's moans were coming more readily and she could feel her pending orgasm building rapidly as Rob's tongue expertly worked its way inside her cunt. Whoever Rob had been in his life before the Corp must have been an expert lover. No one had ever made her cum like Rob did, and certainly not as many times. These thoughts were only fleeting in the throes of her passion, but it reminded her that Rob deserved some attention. 

Rob knew Nurse Sweet was close to orgasm, so he was surprised when she lifted herself from his face. There was a moment of brief disappointment until he noticed her turning around until her ass was facing him. She then lowered herself in a reverse position, and lay down across Rob's torso. He could feel her hard nipples press into his lower abs and when his hips bucked in response to the stimulation, she took the opportunity to push the elastic of his boxer briefs down his thighs, exposing his concrete erection. 

When Nurse Sweet lowered her cunt back onto Rob's mouth, he began his ministrations anew, but paused to groan into her slit when she flicked her tongue along his own, gathering onto her tongue the pre-cum that had accumulated there. She moaned herself at the taste of him coupled with the actions being performed on her and then took half of Rob's cock into her mouth.

Rob was careful not to buck his hips but found it difficult as Nurse Sweet's hot mouth engulfed his needy cock. He didn't break stride, and continued to lick her cunt as she covered his cock in her saliva and expertly ran her tongue over its most sensitive parts. She had denied attention to his cock for so long that he could already feel his orgasm rising. He doubled his attentions on her cunt, and would on occasion extend his tongue in order to flick her sensitive nub. 

They continued to 69 for a while until a familiar pressure began building inside Nurse Sweet. She ceased her efforts on Rob as her orgasm built and the released. His cock was still halfway down her throat when the orgasm hit her, and she screamed around it as she ejaculated. Streams of her cum erupted from her cunt and landed all down Rob's torso as she arched her back. Some streams landed on her own raised body, and small droplets of them ran down her suspended nipples and onto his abdominals. Rob never missed a beat and continued to tongue her slit as she bathed his torso with her cum and he didn't stop until her orgasm had subsided and cum was leaking down his chin and neck.

She didn't move for a few moments after her first powerful orgasm, and when she finally lowered her body back on to Rob's, it made a satisfying wet smack as their drenched bodies met. During her release, Nurse Sweet never removed Rob's cock so as soon as she came down enough to be coherent, she continued her ministrations. Watching his lover orgasm powerfully due to his efforts had made Rob even more aroused and it wasn't long until he could feel his balls tighten and the first jet of cum race down his shaft. 

Nurse Sweet felt his orgasm coming, and so she removed his cock save the head and felt the first jet of warm cum hit the back of her throat. She didn't swallow and kept her position as the next few jets filled her mouth. When she could hold no more, Nurse Sweet removed her mouth, closed her lips, and aimed his still-eruption cock at her face. Jet after jet of thick cream hit her face and hair, coating them with a thin white layer of cum. 

When Rob's orgasm finally subsided, she turned back around to face him, her mouth still full of his first few shots of jism. Rob's face was still soaked with her orgasm as was his torso and the lights from above made his skin shine. What Nurse Sweet did next was so lewd but such a turn on for Rob that it made his softening cock rock hard again in seconds.

Leaning down, Nurse Sweet puckered her lips and spit out the cum in her mouth onto Rob's sternum. The still-warm liquid hit his skin with a small splash and she continued all the way from his sternum to his naval where she deposited the last of the cum. She then slid her pussy from his naval all the way to his sternum, spreading the trail of jism over his hard torso and her slit. 

Rob just stared dumbfounded at the act and finally managed to chide, "I'm not licking that now." 

Nurse Sweet smiled and slapped his chest playfully, "Don't worry; I've got a better place for it to go." 

She then placed her hands on his chest and hopped down from the table the same way she had gotten up. For a moment she admired the man laying helpless before her, soaked in her cum. The sight made her wet again, and she decided that she needed him inside her as soon as possible. She undid the restraint nearest to her and Rob used his freed hand to undo the other one. Once he was free he sat up and jumped off the table.

Almost immediately Nurse Sweet was upon him. She kissed him hungrily, sliding her tongue against his. Her body was slick with her cum and she slid wetly over Rob's body, her nipples dragging along his skin and his cock along her pelvis. The contact was sending jolts of pleasure through his body and making her cunt throb with need. 

"Fuck me." She said in between kisses.

Rob grabbed her by the ass and Nurse Sweet wrapped her arms around his neck. He then lifted her off the ground and she wrapped her legs around his lower back. His cock was pinned between their bodies and her breasts were smashed up against his chest. She continued to kiss his mouth and occasionally drifted to his jaw and neck. 

Rob swung around and placed her on the examining table. Once seated, she unwrapped her arms and legs from his body. He stepped back so he could position his cock at her entrance and she spread her legs wide and placed her hands behind her, thrusting out her tits toward him. 

In one movement, Rob held onto her slim waist and plunged his cock into her molten depths, groaning his the walls of her tight cunt gripped him. He held himself deep within her depths and leaned down to capture one of her outthrust breasts in his mouth. She moaned and bucked her hips, willing him to continue.

Rob slowly pulled out of her depths, eliciting a small squeal from Nurse Sweet as he grabbed the base of his cock and pressed up for the final few inches, causing the tip of his cock to slid along her g-spot. When only the head remained, Rob rammed his cock back in, burying himself to the hilt. 

She came. Rob pushed gently on her shoulders and she laid down on her back, her head hanging backward over the side of the table. The position turned her squirting pussy into a geyser. Squirt after squirt flew into the air and then splattered all over her trim stomach and heaving chest. No sound escaped her open mouth as rapture overcame. The whole time, Rob held his cock in place knowing that she would be too sensitive for him to continue until after the orgasm subsided.

He took the opportunity to spread her cum over her body, working it into her skin and creating a sheen of moisture. 

A moment after she had stopped squirting, she lifted her head up and said breathlessly, "What are you waiting for, Doctor? I need assistance." 

Rob took the cue and decided that the time for fast, hard, rough fucking had arrived. He took a hold of the backs of her knees and lifted up and out; splaying her legs wide and exposing her cunt. Once again, he slowly pulled his cock from her folds until his head remained. 

"Fuck me." She hissed, her head lolling back to resume its previous position. 

He slammed into her and she grunted at the force. Again he slammed into her and this time she squealed and released a small squirt of juice. Over and over he rammed his cock into her tight cunt until her moans and squeals turned into outright screaming. The sound of her screams and their bodies slapping together filled the small room and reverberated off the walls. The pace of their fucking was fast and hard, and every once and a while Nurse Sweet would let loose a small squirt and her inner walls would ripple and squeeze he cock. 

After a while Nurse Sweet let out an ear-splitting scream and a single jet of cum erupted from her cunt. Rob swore later that it almost hit the ceiling, and as it came down it splattered along her tits and face, soaking them in one attempt. The walls of her cunt spasm around Rob's cock and the sensation drove him to new heights as he fucked her cunt even harder and fast then before, forgetting her sensitivity. 

Nurse Sweet seemed to be near passing out, and the only sounds that escaped her was a low, continuous moan. Her tongue lulled out and Rob knew he was close when he felt his balls tighten again. This time he did not release right away, but let out a long, low groan as a wave of pure pleasure washed through his body starting in his head. When the wave hit his cock he let loose a powerful blast of cum which painted the walls of her cunt white. He could barely make out "...on me" from Nurse Sweet's lips through his fog of orgasm.

He pulled out of her and aimed his cock at her body just as the second jet erupted from his head. It landed in between her breasts and she used her hands to rub it over them. The next few jets landed near the first, and he tits and hands were covered with a white layer of cum. After that his orgasm started to fade, but not before a few well placed shots covered her sternum, stomach, and pelvis in white jism. When the shots subsided he squeezed his cock gaining a few dribbles of cum which dripped onto her pussy to run down the slit slowly. 

*knock, knock*

Nurse Sweets head shot up, and she stopped kneading Rob's cum into her tan stomach, "Did you hear..."

*knock, knock, knock*

"Shit!" Rob hissed and he began searching frantically for his clothes. 

Nurse Sweet jumped off the table and found her panties which she used to wipe the cum from her slit so it wouldn't slide down her legs. She then quickly stepped into her skirt and put her bra on, which was thankfully right next to her blouse which she then hurriedly put her arms into, ignoring the layer of jism that was now an inconvenient, sticky mess opposed to a hot, creamy symbol of lewd acts. As she buttoned her blouse she prayed to anyone that a stain would not seep through and she was suddenly grateful for the more-robust material of the nurse's uniform. 

"Rob, Nurse Sweet?" it was Giovanni.

"Fuckkkk..." Rob swore and rushed over to where he had stripped for Nurse Sweet. 

His jeans were halfway up his legs when he noticed that his underwear was nowhere in sight. He decided it was too late and he pulled his pants up the rest of the way over his cock which had deflated almost as soon as they were interrupted. Rob saw the door begin to slide open as he buckled his belt and he only had time to throw on the white lab-coat over his bare torso before Giovanni entered the room, looking exhausted but quizzical.

"Everything okay in here?" he asked just as Nurse Sweet got her top button done, something she never did before. 

"What...oh...Yeh, we're good." Rob said, placing his hands awkwardly at his hips. 

"Fine." Nurse Sweet breathed, giving him a retrained smile.

"Then why do you have no shirt on." Giovanni said to Rob before turning to Nurse Sweet, "And why are YOU smiling?" 

Nurse Sweet shrugged and said, "We made progress...I guess I'm happy?" 

"Uh huh..." Giovanni was unconvinced, "Rob?"

"I, uh, work better this way. You know... more freedom or something." His attempt at an explanation gained a single raised eyebrow from Giovanni.

"Or something..." he said and then closed his eyes shook his head as to rid himself of private thoughts.

Nurse Sweet and Rob glanced at each other and Rob gave her a 'yeesh' look before Giovanni opened his eyes. 

Giovanni then spoke, "Well then, I expect you have some good news for me. Follow me to the conference room, I've gathered the Corps."

Knowing this was important, and he would have no chance to change, Rob grabbed his notebook and followed Nurse Sweet and Giovanni out of the room, reminding himself to tell her that a small drop of his cum was making its way down her thigh. 

"Rob, please pick up your underwear...that's hardly sanitary." Giovanni said without looking back.

His heart skipped a beat and he bent down to pick them up as Nurse Sweet gave him a horrified look.

As if things couldn't get more embarrassing Giovanni said, "A bathroom break would be fine, Nurse Sweet. We'll stay the meeting." 

He left the room and Rob hurried after him, too embarrassed to face his lover, but knowing that they would have a private conversation later about being more discreet. 

Nurse Sweet's shoulders slumped after Rob left and she almost collided with him as she left for the bathroom.

He held up his underwear, "Forgot to..." and then he rushed past her to deposit the unclean garment into a biohazard bin in the corner of the room.

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The Corp's conference room was located directly below the Hanger. Rob followed Giovanni down a flight of stairs located in the corner of the large room and through a set of swinging double doors. The room was large, with an oblong, wood table that was at least twenty feet long and had about fifty chairs situated around it. Pens and notepads were found at each spot and it reminded Rob of the Situation Room in the White House. TV monitors lined the wall behind a large chair at the head of the table.

During the glory days of the Corps, Rob figured the table would have been full. The fact that Giovanni constructed such a massive room after the Corps had already fallen was an example of the hope he still had for it. For now, though, only around ten people were present, clustered near the end of the table talking excitedly. 

The doors shut behind Rob and Giovanni. A hush filled the room and all eyes turned toward them and when Giovanni left his side to take his spot at the head of the table, Rob realized that they were actually staring at just him.

Rob recognized Brick, Wraith (who seemed to have made a full recovery in such a short time), Hax, and Turbo but the remaining six Corps members were still strangers to him. Yet here they were staring at him as though he was a zoo exhibit. 

"Hey, guys." He said hesitantly.

Brick stood up and approached Rob. He scanned him with worried eyes and then said, "You alright, kid?" his eyes lingered on the bare skin visible through his lab-coat, "You, uh, changed." 

"Yeh, Brick, I'm fine. And I had a little change of wardrobe, yes." Rob said, eyeing Brick back.

"So...you're good. No weird effects?" 

"From what exactly?"

"You know...the," he pointed to Rob's head, "upload." 

Rob glared at Hax and all eyes went from Rob to him.

"What did you tell them, Hax?" he asked as Nurse Sweet came through the door behind him. 

"Just my genius idea and how dangerous it was!" he was much too excited, "I also warned them you might be a raving lunatic from the shock of it!"

"Hax...did it ever occur to you not to say things that just make you SEEM interesting?" Nurse Sweet said, placing a comforting arm on Rob's shoulder, "Now everyone thinks Doctor is a lunatic." 

"Who?" Hax asked.

Nurse realized her mistake and said quickly, "Rob...everyone thinks ROB is a lunatic."

Hax began his rebuttal but Giovanni interrupted him, "I believe the Doctor," he smiled darkly, "has something he needs to share with us." 

Rob had a feeling that the name wouldn't go away easily, especially since he knew Giovanni knew what he and Nurse Sweet had been up to a moment ago. "Right...I do." He said and took a seat next to Turbo and Nurse Sweet took one across the table next to a pale girl with spiky white hair and ice blue eyes. 

"I did an intensive examination on the things that attacked us and I think I have a good idea of what we're dealing with." Rob explained to the group of mostly strangers.




The Good Doctor: Origins Ch. 06



Hax beamed proudly around as if it was he who had done all the work.

"Give us the basic idea, Doctor." Giovanni said.

Rob ignored the nickname and continued. He spent the next half hour explaining the composition of the outer skin and why his blades were able to slice through. He did not know enough about Giovanni's power to explain how he defeated them but he reminded himself to find that out later. Rob then went on to describe the inner workings of the robots and how they contained a skeletal and nervous system similar to humans but ten times as strong. This, he explained, allowed the robots to have quicker reflexes and greater strength then normal humans.

The most important thing he told them was that the brain of the robots was located in their chest cavity, something Wraith had predicted and he then confirmed. The head served as the location of all the main sensors (visual, auditory, atmospheric) but the robot could rely on more basic senses if the head was removed. Thus, Rob explained, the only way to kill the robots was to destroy the chest cavity.

"I'm confident we can all develop methods to get through the skin using our various powers." Rob assured him after receiving discouraging looks, "They aren't immortal."

"Well how long do you think we have to develop these skills?" Brick asked, "I mean they could attack any minute." 

"They won't." came Giovanni's voice from the head of the table.

"How do you know, boss?" Turbo asked in his southern drawl.

"Because I know the man who sent them and he's smarter than that." Giovanni answered, scanning the Corps.

Looks of puzzlement appeared on a number of members' faces and Rob realized that he was privy to information not everyone else was.

"Who?" Turbo asked.

"Engineer." 

A collective murmur went through the small crowd.

"I thought he went insane, how could he manage this?" The girl next to Nurse Sweet pointed out.

"Insane does not mean stupid." Giovanni explained, "Plus he had help."

There was another round of murmuring.

Giovanni continued over the din, "A new threat has arisen and it was through the efforts of Nurse Sweet that I was able to discern the source of it." He pressed a button and two images appeared on a monitor behind him; the first was a page filled with scribbling and the other was a map of a city with one building outlined in red. "This page was left behind by Engineer and describes plans for a man-machine hybrid."

Rob suddenly felt very small as looks of surprised and even revulsion passed over the faces of some members. 

"I became concerned immediately after reading this and by the time I took action Engineer was long gone. I then used the efforts of Sleuth," he indicated a very tall, very thin man with a pointed goatee and a curled mustache wearing a coat resembling Sherlock Holmes', "and Wraith to track down his last known location."

Rob found Sleuth exceedingly funny looking and had to stifle a laugh. Nurse Sweet's food connected with his shin and his laugh died immediately in his throat as Giovanni continued, "From there we used eyewitness testimonies to track him down to this building." he indicated the red building, "This is Sydney Enterprises in downtown Savannah, Georgia." 

"So these things came from Savannah?" Turbo voiced. 

Nurse Sweet took over from there, "No. He was moved to a facility outside of New Orleans called Ark Chemicals. This is where Giovanni placed me, knowing that Engineer wouldn't recognize me because I was the newest member. I witnessed horrible experiments there, but was able to determine their plan."

Rob noticed she neglected to tell the group that was where she rescued him, but he figured there must be a good reason so he neglected to raise the point.

Nurse Sweet glanced at Giovanni, who gave her a slight nod. She continued, "Trapjaw is a villain we never encountered before and is an extremely ruthless and dangerous one. He wants to control the world, and he believes that an army of man-machine hybrids is just the way to do it. At first I thought it was never going to work...but then one day it did. I left Ark Chemicals and returned to the Corps. One month later, last night, we were attacked by the very things Trapjaw pledged to create and if it wasn't for Rob or Giovanni, we wouldn't be here."

Again Rob found himself subject to the stares of ten pairs of eyes; some friendly, some quizzical, and at least a few untrusting. 

The girl with the spiky hair said in an tone that lacked any warmth, "Um, Giovanni?" 

"Yes, Sublime?" 

"Where exactly did, what did you call him, the Doctor come from?" 

"It's Ro-" but he was cut off.

"He came from the same place all of you did." Giovanni said, staring straight into Sublime's eyes, "He came from a place he didn't belong. The Corps is a sanctuary for people like him...like all of us...and all you need to know is I trust him with my life, and for obvious reasons."

That seemed to shut Sublime up and prevented anyone else present from asking the same question. 

"That's all for now. Thank you for coming as quick as possible. I know we're all exhausted and on edge, but we're safe down here so get some rest and be ready to work tomorrow morning." Giovanni paused for his instructions to set in before saying, "Dismissed." 

Chairs were pushed from the table and the monitors went dark. Rob remained seated as the other members exited the Conference Room. A few gave him a pat on the back, and Sublime began talking with Nurse Sweet in a serious voice. 

"You are a mystery, boy." Turbo said as he got up, "I should've known you was different when you handled that Camaro like a pro first time out." 

Rob just smiled at the man and Turbo took that as his hint to leave him alone for the time being. Although Giovanni had defended his position in the Corp, Rob couldn't help but feel that he had skirted around the issue of where he came from. Did he think that people wouldn't accept him? He thought this was a place he could start anew, but maybe there was nowhere he could be normal...

"Something on your mind, Doctor?" Nurse Sweet teased from across the table.

"Oh, nothing, just daydreaming." Rob said, though the look on Nurse Sweet's face told him she knew that wasn't true. 

"Well, I'd like you to meet Sublime. We were initiated around the same time." She said and the spiky haired girl held her hand out to Rob from across the table.

"Sorry if I made you feel unwelcome." She apologized, "I can sometimes come off as cold."

Rob smiled inwardly, "Yeh, I know someone else like that." He glanced at Nurse Sweet, "But I bet you're a really nice person, nice to meet you." He gripped her hand firmly and shook, not entirely shocked to find her hand was ice cold. 

Giovanni had been speaking with Hax in stern tones but was now finished with him. "Excuse me." He said and approached Giovanni. 

"Doctor..." he said after noticing Rob's approach.

"Stop that." 

"Everyone gets a code name. You think Nurse Sweet was born with that name?"

"Well I don't like it."

"Too bad." That ended the argument, "What do you need?"

"I couldn't help but notice you wouldn't tell them what I was." Rob said in a hushed tone; Sublime was still there talking with Nurse Sweet.

"We just got attacked by robots, I didn't think it would be the best time to tell them we were employing one." 

"Is that all I am? A machine?"

"You're not being fair, Doctor. You know you're more than that...it's just the members are only human. Besides, I'm pretty sure Hax suggested it when he told them all about your...upgrade."

"Oh, he said you might not like that, but we needed SOMETHING." 

"It was stupid and dangerous. You could have killed yourself." Giovanni said, but didn't see the need to push the issue further. "What are your plans today?"

"Well while the rest of you sleep I'll draw up plans on how to beat the robots. I just need details on the members' powers and abilities."

"They're in the Mainframe." Giovanni said.

Rob searched his mind for what he needed and was rewarded with a rush of information, "Found it."

"Good. Anything else you need?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Then I'll see you later." He nodded his goodbye and walked out of the room.

Sublime had left, leaving Nurse Sweet and Rob alone to talk. 

"You okay?" she asked, "If this is about Giovanni catching us..."

"No, it's not that...it's just I tonight's meeting made me feel so...inhuman. The way we talked about the robots was like they were monsters...but they're the same as me."

Nurse Sweet smiled at him and gave him a small kiss on the lips, "They are NOT the same as you! You are so human, Rob, it's not even funny." she patted him gently on the cheek.

"Its Doctor now, thanks." He smiled, and kissed her back.

"New uniform?" she asked and trailed light fingers down his chest and stomach.

"It's growing on me." He laughed.

"Hot." She chided, "Coming to bed? I'm beat." 

"I've got a lot of work to do...the burdens of being a genius." 

"And it's only been a couple of hours." She joked, "I guess I'll see you later then."

"See you." 

Nurse Sweet turned and opened one of the double doors. Just as she was about to leave she looked over her shoulder and called, "Love you." and disappeared. 

The words hit Rob like a ton of bricks. After registering them he smiled and returned to the Lab to work; a song in his artificial heart.

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Stress was never a good thing for the aspiring overlord; and Trapjaw was very, very stressed. The defeat of the Bio-B0ts coupled with the news that he'd have to wait even longer to take out the troublesome Corps was weighing heavily on his shoulders. He had spent the entire night after they were defeated trying to scrounge enough monetary resources to produce another batch of Bio-B0ts. If he poured too much money into Ark Chemicals the IRS would start sniffing around looking for money laundering. The previous injection from Sydney Enterprises had been too recent for Trapjaw to take any significant amount out, so he resolved to have to wait longer still to build up his army.

Sydney had done him the graces of building the company for him, but Trapjaw was now faced with the problem of not only running a large corporation but also fulfilling his own sinister ambitions. M1mic had gone over well and no one was alerted of Sydney's sudden departure. The special Bio-B0t was good for public appearances, but the brunt of Sydney's responsibilities now fell on Trapjaw's shoulders. 

It was early the morning after the attack on the Corps that Trapjaw found himself leaned over in his chair, his elbows resting on his legs and his head in his hands. 

He needed a distraction and had long since called for one. 

Sighing, Trapjaw stood from his chair and entered the annex of his office. Smiling underneath his mask, Trapjaw was pleased to find his request had been fulfilled, and he removed his white jacket, tossing it to the floor.

A gorgeous blond was on his bed dressed in a simple black skirt with matching black stockings and a red pullover blouse, spread eagle, restraints holding her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed-frame. She was gagged, and she held her head up to view her captor, her eyes staring at him; full of fear. Trapjaw suspected the mask didn't help, but then again, he liked to see the fear in their eyes. 

"My dear, you look absolutely terrified." He said, sneering at his prey. 

The girl said something from behind her gag but all that came out were muffled sounds.

"You'll have to speak up." Trapjaw teased.

Instead of responding the girl pulled against the restraints, but they held strong. Supporting her head became too much of a chore, so she let it fall back onto the mattress in resignation. 

Trapjaw approached the bed and leaned over the helpless girl to release her gag. Immediately she tried to scream but he placed a strong hand firmly over her mouth.

"Scream and I'll gag you again." He grabbed something from the nightstand without looking and held it out. It was a red ball gag and the look in the girl's eyes told him she wouldn't be a problem for fear of the uncomfortable device.

He removed his hand and the girl said softly, "I know you." 

"I suspect you do. I have seen you many times with Sydney." 

"I'm his secretary...what's going on here?" she asked, trying to be brave but betraying herself through her trembling voice. 

"I'm stressed. You're going to make me less stressed." He explained in a cold voice.

"What..." the words sunk in and she suddenly became livelier, "No! You can't! Sydney will find out...you'll be fired!" she struggled against her bonds as her voice grew louder and more frantic.

Trapjaw held up the ball gag again and the girl fell quiet, whimpering softly, "I don't think Sydney will mind. Besides, you might actually enjoy it." 

The girl moaned, "Please don't..." 

"Any more protesting and I'll gag you and make sure this is very un-enjoyable. Understood?" Trapjaw threatened; his voice suddenly very harsh.

The girl nodded and closed her eyes, fighting back tears.

"Now, tell me your name and I'll tell you the name you'll be screaming out soon enough."

She kept her eyes shut as she sobbed, "Melody." 

"Lovely name; you can call me Trapjaw." He began rummaging in the draw of the nightstand and pulled out a pair of scissors. 

The movement caused Melody to open her eyes and they widened at the sight of the sharp utensil. 

"Relax or you'll end up hurting yourself." Trapjaw warned.

He moved to the foot of the bed and climbed up; kneeling between Melody's outstretched legs. She visibly shook as Trapjaw began cutting away her skirt, starting at the hem and being careful when he reached her hip. 

Melody almost jumped with the cold steel touched the skin just above her thigh but remembered the dangers in doing so and restrained herself. With a final *click* Trapjaw cut through the skirt's waistband. He separated the material and pulled the front of it away, exposing her black, thigh high stockings with matching black lace panties and garter belt. Her blouse had ridden up slightly during her struggles and the creamy white of her skin peaked between it and the garter. 

Trapjaw pulled the remains of the skirt out from underneath her and said, "Now me," and undid his tie, throwing it onto the floor beside his jacket. He then began unbuttoning his shirt, exposing the tan skin underneath with each one undone. 

When he finally removed his shirt completely Melody couldn't help but admire his hard, masculine physique. He was lean, without an ounce of fat and his muscles were well defined. A thin but uniform patch of wiry hair covered his chest and abdominals, thinning out near the waist of his pants. 

Unsettling warmth began growing in her at the sight and she scolded herself for responding to a common rapist. Her reproaching thoughts were cut off when she felt the cold steel of the scissors just below her naval. Small tingles of electricity raced from the spots the instrument touched, starting from her naval and continuing up in between her breasts and over her collarbone. After he finished his first cut, Trapjaw slid his scissors over the hem of her shoulder and split the sleeve of her blouse before doing the same to the other side. 

Trapjaw unwrapped the remains of her blouse as if unwrapping a present. He felt a familiar stirring in his groin as the creamy, smooth skin of the blond was revealed to him. He chuckled to himself as Melody turned her head from him, ashamed at her nakedness. The villain knew her dirty little secret but he wondered if she knew he did. 

After removing her blouse from her body, Trapjaw stood taller on his knees and started to undo his belt, "You're going to want to pay attention, Melody." 

Something beyond her control made her turn her head back to watch the man before her remove his pants. As he began to lower them, she noticed a massive bulge in the man's underwear which she knew was his cock. The size of it looked to be too much for her to handle, but then again she didn't know...she was still a virgin.

Trapjaw wrest himself out of his pants and then swooped down on his pray, covering her small body in his. At first she resisted but he pressed harder and she stopped struggling.

Melody could feel the hardness of his muscles and the heat of his skin on hers. The wiry hairs that covered his torso tickled her not altogether unpleasantly and a flush of warmth spread through her core. 

"Oh god." She thought, "He's right...I'm going to enjoy this...or at least my body is." 

"Getting hot are we?" Trapjaw said into her ear.

He ground his budge roughly against her panties and she let out a low moan...it felt exquisite. She had never felt anything so solid against her sex and the feeling initiated a flow of moisture. Trapjaw raised his upper body, exposing her bra-clad breasts. He slowly continued to ground his hard bulge against her mound as he used the scissors he had left next to her to cut the straps holding her bra together.

Melody almost didn't notice through the sensation on her slit as her bra was removed until a hand grabbed one of her large breasts roughly. The hand cupped her breast and then seized a nipple, pinching and rolling it until it stood up. The heat in her stomach was growing and any thoughts of resisting were slowly fading away. 

Another hand found her other breast and she let out a low moan of arousal at the added sensation. Her cunt was leaking profusely now, soaking both her panties and the front of Trapjaw's underwear in her arousal. She arched her back upward, pressing her breasts into her captor's hands, willing him to touch her...that was his cue.

All of a sudden the sensations stopped and Melody opened her eyes, not remembering closing them, to find Trapjaw standing at the foot of the bed, his strikingly blue eyes staring at her through the only holes in his mask. 

Some of her senses returned and she remembered that she was tied to a bed against her will about to have her cherry popped by a rapist...a strong, masculine rapist. NO! she told herself. This was wrong...but the feelings she had just been experiencing felt so right. 

Trapjaw watched as his victim's id and superego grappled with each other. Although it was exceedingly fun to watch, there was a growing need building within him and it needed release sooner rather than later. He slipped his boxers from his waist, letting his cock spring free. Pre-cum dripped from the tip and he smiled beneath his mask as Melody's eyes went wide with a mixture of surprise and lust. 

He knew what side of Melody's subconscious had won when he witnessed her hips buck violently upward at the sight of his cock, "Say it." He commanded.

There need not have been any explanation or argument, her body and long-repressed desires had already won the battle. The decisive blow came when Melody whispered, "Fuck me." 

"Louder...and I might let you go." Trapjaw teased.

"FUCK...ME!" there was no buildup, just a single burst of pent up lust released in two simple words.

'It's always the virgins...' Trapjaw mused to himself as he undid the restraints on her ankles, 'So much pent up desire just waiting to be released.' He released her wrists and waited.

"You may leave if you want." Trapjaw said, motioning to the door, "No one will stop you."

For a fleeting second Melody thought about running, but the need inside her was too great by now...she needed to be fucked by this man, "No...please...fuck me..." she breathed and bucked her hips slowly. 

"Come here." He ordered and motioned to a spot in front of him.

Melody obeyed, coming from the bed and standing before him, her head barely reaching her chest. She stood anxiously rubbing her thighs together, the need becoming almost painful. 




The Good Doctor: Origins Ch. 07



Note: 

Sorry about the delay, readers. College is in full swing for me this semester has been crazy busy. I really enjoyed this chapter and I think it brings a lot of the plot elements together cohesively and sets the stage for a much bigger story to come.

The focus isn't on sex this time around, but I threw in a couple of quickies in there to tide you over ;)

Remember to vote and give feedback! 

I love writing this stuff, so more will come for sure! 



CHAPTER 7

"Do you understand, now? Why we must stay away from that prison?" Giovanni sounded a little like a parent chastising a child.

Rob did understand. The stone ring...prison... housed Evil itself and the control the prison had over It was tenuous at best. All someone had to do was give into the temptations It promised, and it would be free once again. 

Again.

Rob had sat and listened as Giovanni told the story of the ring while they sat in the Lab. It all seemed unreal to Rob; even after all the time he had spent with the Corps. 

"Yes, Sir, I understand perfectly." 

"Good. Meet in the conference room in one hour with your plan of attack. We have no time to waste." Giovanni left Rob with his thoughts.

Rob had heard the name Slade a number of times before this night. He was one of the founding members of the Corps and he was also the one that almost brought it to its end. In Rob's mind, Slade had been the "bad guy", but until now he had no idea how much weight that title carried with it. 

Slade was the embodiment of Evil. A scum so foul that Rob was sure all the world's problems could be solved if only he could be erased from existence. Even as someone with no memories, Rob knew that he had never met or heard of anyone as sadistic as Slade. And to think he was working with Trapjaw somehow...

"Rob?" It was Nurse Sweet, looking like she had just woken up.

"Hey." Rob jerked himself out of his reverie and gave her a warm smile. 

"You never came to bed." She took a seat across from him. 

"Yeh, I'm sorry. I was up all night working on an attack plan. Then I had an...incident." Rob didn't think he was ready to tell Nurse Sweet about his encounter with the stone ring.

Luckily she didn't prod, "Well, I hope your time was well spent. The rest of the Corps is rested and ready for action."

The fact that Nurse Sweet was willing to give Rob his space and let him live independently outside their relationship made him glad he had her in his life. From the beginning of his ordeal, it had been her who had always been by his side. At first she was cold and aloof, but as their relationship progressed he could see her icy demeanor melting away, revealing a warm heart underneath. 

"What?" she laughed.

Apparently Rob had been staring at her, "Nothing. Let's go to the Conference Room." 

"Ok then..." Nurse Sweet gave him a funny look and then led them out of the Lab. 

Someone had picked up the files that Rob had dropped. Noticing him looking around, Nurse Sweet said "They're in the Conference Room."

"Thanks." He said, and they continued along in silence. Despite Nurse Sweet's presence, Rob did not feel like talking. He had a sense of foreboding that he couldn't shake and the weight of Giovanni's story still lay heavy on his heart. 

When the pair reached the Conference Room, Giovanni and a few others were already seated at the large table. While the others talked quietly among themselves, Giovanni was busy reviewing the files Rob had made up.

"I have to talk to Gio." Rob told Nurse Sweet.

She nodded and took a seat next to a boy no older than 14 with baggy clothes and jeans with holes in the knees. Echo, Rob remembered. The mysterious boy from the streets could project images onto the minds of anyone in his vicinity. His powers were still developing and their full potential was still far from being discovered.

Also seated at the table was an aging man with long, curly grey hair. He wore a black t-shirt with a white lightning bolt that stretched over his still impressively muscled chest and arms. Across his shoulders was a matching black cape. This was Nimbus, with the ability to control static electricity and to fly on air currents that he manipulated. As is, his powers were average at best, but with a few modifications, Rob could make them extraordinary. 

The remaining two members present were Turbo and the ice-queen, Sublime. They were chatting like old friends about the past. It reminded Rob that he was still an outsider to this group, and had a lot to prove before he was completely accepted. 

Giovanni looked up as Rob walked over to him. 

"Interesting ideas." he said. 

"Thanks." Rob sat down next to him, "If we strike early we can make this work." 

"Rob, I really appreciate this. I know you're still new here, and you still have questions, but you're willing to put yourself at risk for people you barely know. That's admirable." 

Rob smiled and glanced at Nurse Sweet, who was talking amiably with Echo about something. "I'm doing it for them."

Giovanni nodded knowingly, "Still, you're more of a man than most, Doctor." 

They sat in silence from then on until everyone else had arrived. It was nearly midnight, but since everyone had spent the day resting and recharging, they were all alert and attentive. 

Giovanni spoke loudly once everyone was seated, "The time has come to plan our strike. The events of the other night will not be repeated. We will hit them back first, and hard." 

A murmur of agreement went around the table. 

Giovanni continued, "Now I know some of you don't trust him, but the Good Doctor has developed a plan of attack." 

Silence. No one wanted to speak against Rob; not after the angry speech Giovanni had given at their last meeting.

"Thanks, Giovanni." Rob said as he stood. He held up the files and said, "I have here a detailed report of each of your histories and abilities. Some of you have seen a lot of action, some not any. Some are old, and others young. At first glance, you all look like a motley group of weirdoes who have nothing in common besides the fact that you're weird."

The others glanced at each other, wondering where the negative comments were leading.

"But I know better." He continued, "I know that each and every one of you is vital to the Corps, and I plan on utilizing you to the fullest of your abilities. If the attack we sustained is left unanswered, it will be a message to our enemies that we are weak, and that we do not fight back. Now, if that's the case, then I think I joined the wrong team."

That got them going. Everyone began talking at once; some were angry, others were encouraging, Echo remained silent.

Brick spoke up above the rest, "What's the plan, Doctor?"

"Thanks for asking." Robb said.

As he outlined the plan, the others began to nod and some even smiled. The respect Rob was looking for was almost within his reach. Now all he had to do was pull this off and he would be able to proudly call himself the Good Doctor. 

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The scene that Trapjaw walked into was one of pure destruction: parts of BioB0ts lay strewn all around the room; BioB0t On3 was restraining a struggling woman in a white hospital gown; and Engineer was laying on the ground, struggling to get up. 

"What. Happened. Here?" Trapjaw said, a tide of rage simmering just beneath the surface.

A needle extended from BioB0t On3's fingertip which he plunged into the woman's arm. After a few seconds the woman stopped struggling and the robot let her go. "The woman began to panic after waking up. The BioB0ts were unable to stop her. Only I could restrain her, Sir." 

BioB0t On3 was the first BioB0t Engineer built after the success with Rob. It was superior to the others in all ways. Its armor was impregnable; its intelligence was superior to most humans; and its weapons systems were unmatched. It was no wonder it had succeeded where the others had failed. 

Engineer had finally managed to get to his feet and brush the debris off his lab coat. To Trapjaw's annoyance, he was smiling. 

"Is this amusing?" Trapjaw glared at Engineer. 

"It's amazing, Sir!" he said, way too excitedly. 

"How is it amazing that millions of dollars worth of technology was destroyed? How is it amazing that, despite my orders, you have made NO progress in improving your cheaply built piles of shit? How is it amazing that you're about to be missing one chunk of ass?" He began to unravel the length of chain from around his shoulder.

"This woman is what's amazing!" Engineer said, ignoring the threats in his excitement. "She managed to take out five BioB0ts by herself. It took five Corps members to do that, and only three came out uninjured."

Trapjaw reconsidered maiming Engineer. He was right; whatever this woman was capable of was seemingly superior to anything the Corps could do. 

"Is this why you wanted that slut I fucked?" Trapjaw asked, suddenly recognizing the woman.

"Yes, Sir, and I think it was a resounding success." 

"Will she be any more trouble?" Trapjaw asked, looking the girl over. She had some sort of metal contraption on her back that resembled a small backpack. It was round and fit snuggly between her shoulder blades. There were no visible attachments; it seemed part of her body. From the top of the pack, a flexible metal rod followed her neck upward until it disappeared into her hairline. 

"No, Sir, her mind's been modified in a similar manner as the BioB0ts. She's compliant." 

"And powerful...make sure you keep a close eye on her. Get her a uniform, get her equipment, and get her prepared for duty. My mole in the Corps tells me that that they're planning to retaliate."

"What do you want to do about the Bio-B0ts? I won't be able to produce more without more materials. What Sydney gave me was only enough for ten." 

"I've got you your material, Engineer. You're to build an army. All the shortcomings of the Bio-B0ts should be eliminated through sheer numbers." 

"Excellent!" Engineer was excited to put his assembly line to the ultimate test. "When do you need this done?"

"Now, Engineer. My source says they plan on attacking tomorrow, I want to be ready."

"Now it is. Bio On3, get Melody prepared for tomorrow."

"Why isn't Miss. White doing that?" Trapjaw asked. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't seen Miss. White since M1mic took Sydney's place. 

"Miss. White is handling M1mic." Engineer said distractedly. His mind was focused on the task at hand.

Instead of answering, Trapjaw stormed out of the room. Miss. White had left without even telling him. That was fine, he didn't need her anyway. She was useless unless she was fucking him or tracking down enemies. Maybe some time away from him would be good. Her constant moping whenever he screwed another woman was getting old. If she wanted him to love her, she was a fool, Trapjaw loved no one but himself and power. 

As he walked, Trapjaw pushed Miss. White out of his mind, and focused on the upcoming defense. He wasn't worried, there were eleven members of the Corps, and he would soon have an army of killer robots at his disposal. 

"Don't forget about meee....." the voice came out of nowhere, but Trapjaw was used to it.

"Of course I won't." Trapjaw assured it, "As soon as the Corps is distracted, I will free you."

"Gooooood...your loyalty will be rewarded..." 

"I have every faith it will be." Trapjaw said as he neared his office, And if not, I have my own ways of getting what I want, Trapjaw thought. 

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Miss. White stood to the right of M1mic as it finalized the latest in a slew of business deals that had been orchestrated by Trapjaw. The men seated across from them shook M1mic's hand and left with their wallets a little fatter then when they arrived.

Sydney Enterprises was slowly eating up businesses across the nation. The whole setup was highly illegal, but there were a dozen safeguards in place to ensure that nothing traced back to Trapjaw. One of these safeguards was sitting right next to her. M1mic could be easily disposed of, and anyone following the trail of corruption would hit a brick wall with him. 

It wasn't even about the money. Trapjaw had bigger plans and a million different ways to achieve them. The only thing standing in his way right now was the Corps, and Miss. White was going to stay right where she was until he stopped ranting and raving about how terrible the Corps was. She understood after the first fifty times she'd heard his tirade. 

Yep. She was going to stay right here at Sydney Enterprises HQ in Nashville, Tennessee. The weather was fine; the fighting was miles away; and the view wasn't bad either. 

Before he was replaced, Sydney had been quite handsome; a little clean cut and proper, but still sexy in his own right. Now M1mic was in his place, and just as handsome; and now he was available. 

"Is that all we have for the day, Miss. White?" M1mic asked in his expressionless speech.

"Yes, M1mic. You did very well." Miss. White responded, wishing that it, would act a little more human around her. 

"Excellent. Shall I retire?" 

"Sure...let's g..." *knock knock* "Who could that be?" Miss. White rolled her eyes as she opened the door. 

A young, blond secretary stood in front of her, wearing a prim pants suit and her hair in a tight bun. "A message from Mr. Trapjaw." She said quietly and then held out a small piece of paper in a trembling hand. Apparently the fact that Miss. White had a temper had reached the interns.

She snatched the paper from the blonde's hand and said sharply, "Leave." before slamming the door in her face. 

The message was short; Trapjaw was commanding her to return to Ark Chemicals to prepare for some attack.

After reading the message Miss. White let out an exasperated scream and crumpled it up before throwing it across the room where it hit M1mic's chest and bounced onto the table. The robot did nothing, and just stared straight ahead, awaiting orders.

"Fuck! Him!" she shouted and stomped the ground with her foot like a grounded preteen. 

"Is there anything I can do to help?" M1mic asked.

She looked at the robot with anger in her eyes; anger from being ordered around and anger for having to put her life on the line for a man who couldn't care less about her. She had given him her heart time and time again only to have it trampled on by that...monster. Well he might be able to order her back to Dallas, but she sure as hell wasn't going to spend her last peaceful night sulking around.

"Actually there is something you can do for me...Sydney." She said, a strange smile playing at the corners of her mouth. 

"Anything, Miss. White." 

She turned abruptly, and walked to the door and locked it with an audible *click*. Sydney could suck it as far as she was concerned. He could fuck whoever he wanted...rape whoever he wanted...and she would do the same. 

"M1mic," she said after turning around, "I want you to fuck me." 

"Miss. White?" 

To make herself clear, Miss. White began unbuttoning her black blouse, quickly shedding the garment before sweeping off her skirt and panties in one movement. After almost ripping her bra off in her haste, Miss. White stood before M1mic completely naked.

The robot did not respond, only stared straight at her standing before him. Miss. White had never had a man do that before; when she got naked, it wasn't long before someone was buried balls-deep in her. 

She arched an eyebrow, "M1mic?" 

"Yes, Miss. White." He said.

"Fuck. Me." She punctuated, walking to the table and pushing his chair from it before straddling him. 

"I...I don't understand." He said even as Miss. White ground her hips against his, rubbing her sex against his pants while at the same time unbuttoning his shirt.

There was still no sign of his arousal beneath her and she was starting to lose the initial arousal that the mere thought of getting fucked had brought her. After she reached the last button on his shirt an idea came to her. 

"Sydney," she said, sliding her hands over the leanly muscled torso of Sydney Morrison's double and pushing his shirt off his shoulders, "fuck me." 

Immediately she felt the presence of a growing cock beneath her, "Of course, Miss. White." 

She squealed as inhumanly strong hands lifted her from his lap and placed her on the wooden table, allowing her legs to dangle over the side. Her plan had worked; while M1mic the BioB0t would and could do nothing as primal as fucking, Sydney was more than capable. She leaned back on her elbows as the man before her shrugged his shirt off his arms. His torso was long and lean, but his abdominals and pictorials were well-defined. Besides the smooth skin without a trace of hair, Sydney's body reminded her of Trapjaw's; lean but strong. She had only a few seconds to admire the view before he knelt before her and shoved her legs apart. 

Before she could even cry out, she felt a tongue lick its way insistently along the slit of her cunt and circle her clit all in one smooth motion. Miss. White let her head fall back while M1mic continued his efforts. She had commanded him to fuck her and that meant all she had to do was enjoy the ride.

As M1mic licked her pussy lips, he thumbed her clit. A rush of moisture escaped her and Miss. White could feel him lap it up. 

"Make me come." She hissed before crying out as M1mic plunged not one but three fingers into her heat. "Oh, yes!" she called out after he began stroking the upper wall of her cunt. 

More moisture gushed around his fingers, and again his tongue was there to lick it up before it dripped to the floor. A few years before meeting Trapjaw, Miss. White's current lover had taught her how to ejaculate and ever since she could find no satisfaction until she achieved vaginal orgasm. M1mic was well on his way to achieving this goal for her and she could feel her g-spot swell in preparation when he suddenly stopped all movement. 

Slowly Miss. White began slipping from the peak of orgasm she had almost reached, "Don't stop!" she panted. 

"Just relax, Miss. White." Sydney said and began his efforts anew. 

Instead of protesting his defiance she relaxed as he instructed while he brought her back to the peak...only to stop again right before she fell over the edge. 

"Syd..." she started.

"Shh." He said and started again, this time sucking her clit into his mouth, adding yet another dimension of pleasure. 

He continued the sensuous torture a number of times more. After the third round or so moisture began leaking from her cunt in copious amounts, faster than M1mic could lap it up so that it made audible *splats* as it hit the floor. A few more round later and she could no longer stand the torture.

"Sydney...please...I...need...to...coooOOOOME"

What had started out as a plea for release ended in a scream of pure ecstasy as he finally let her orgasm. Her vision blurred and her throat became hoarse as she screamed her way through the orgasm. Behind the pleasure she was slightly aware of the fact that streams of cum were squirting out of her cunt in an amount she had never experienced before. After what seemed like ages her vision began to clear and she collapsed against the table, exhausted from the tumultuous orgasm she had just experienced. Even then, small spasms would jolt through her body and small squirts of cum would slide down her cunt. 

"Was that good, Miss. White?" a voice asked through the fog of post-best-orgasm-ever.

"Good? What? Yes!" she panted, lifting her head to see that the now-naked M1mic/Sydney's torso was drenched in what could only be her cum. "Wow." Was all she said. 

"We aren't through. I have yet to fuck you, Miss. White." 

Well, she thought, orders are orders. 

A spear of hot flesh was suddenly plunged into her oversensitive cunt and rough hands grabbed her thighs and she cried out in a perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. 




The Good Doctor: Origins Ch. 07



"Is this what you wanted?" the owner of the spear (cock, her rational mind reminded her) asked. 

"Yessss." She whimpered, her mind started to fade as she reveled in the amazing sensations that were consuming her body. 

As suddenly as his cock was inside her, it wasn't and she whimpered a small protest which earned her another hard thrust. And then another. In and out with such force that she was pushed backward on the table after each inward thrust and then pulled back with each exit. 

"Please. More. Yes. YES!" she cried as a mini-orgasm caused her inner walls to spasm around the invader. 

"Miss. White, I'm about to come." She heard through gritted teeth. Apparently she wasn't the only one enjoying the evening's entertainment. 

"Come on me." She panted before giving into the sensations once again. 

The thrusts came harder and Miss. White could feel her g-spot engorge once more before she cried...screamed...at the top of her lungs as her final orgasm seemed to tear every cell from her body to replace them with pure pleasure. 

For a second she could no longer feel the cock inside her, but the reason was made clear when she felt white-hot liquid land on her breasts and her stomach. Even after her own orgasm subsided, his continued for a few more moments and she felt like her entire body was coated in his cum after the spurts finally subsided. 

Wantonly she spread the jism around her body and reveled in the feeling of it oozing between her fingers before she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. 

****She watched as the man sitting at the bench tinkered with something that looked like a giant wrench, though it looked like no wrench she had ever seen. He had dirty blond hair and wore a white lab coat over a leanly muscled body she recognized from somewhere...Rob. He looked a little stronger than when they had last met, and his hair had grown a little longer, but he was still the same escaped experiment that could ruin all of their plans. 

Without thinking Miss. White reached out to seize him only to find that she had nothing to reach out with...she had no body. She had fallen asleep and projected herself to what could only be the Corps headquarters....but how? In order to project to a location, she either had to travel there from wherever he body was sleeping, or she had to have been there before. Yet somehow she had managed to infiltrate part of the Corps HQ she had never seen before, and was not going to pass up the opportunity. 

Ignoring Rob, Miss. White turned her attention to a door leading from a catwalk to hopefully a place full of Corps' secrets. She headed towards it. When she reached her destination, she guided her spirit through the door and found herself....in total and complete blackness. The only thing she could see was the door behind her.

"What..." she went through the door and found herself in the room she had just been in. 

"Weird." She thought and spied another door behind Rob's work-station. 

Miss. White tried that door instead and again found herself in utter blackness. 

"What is going on?" she wondered to herself. 

Once again in the room with Rob, she found him getting up with the wrench-thingy in his hands. He began making his way up to the catwalk and the door that lead to nowhere. Miss. White followed. 

Rob opened the door and stepped into a huge room filled with all sorts of vehicles and a huge stone ring which was suspended from the ceiling. Rob continued past the stone and the vehicles until he stopped near a huge man working on a huge vehicle alongside with a small, nerdy looking guy with whited-out glasses. 

'Brick and Hax' she assumed, thinking back to the descriptions of the Corps their spy had gathered. 

Rob was saying something to them and the man who must have been Brick was talking back, but Miss. White couldn't hear them. Such a thing was not uncommon when she projected, but she wished she could tell what they were saying. 

Rob handed the wrench to Brick and the huge man tested its weight and gave a few practice swings. Smiling he shook Rob's hand and a few more words were exchanged before Rob headed back to the door leading to the room with the work benches. 

As soon as Rob turned his back, the men vanished along with the tools they had been using to work on the vehicle. Miss. White would get nothing else from them, so she turned to see Rob exiting through the door. When the door clicked shut behind him, the room Miss. White was in vanished instantly and she was again plunged into blackness. 

"Damn" she cursed out-loud and made her way towards the door which had not disappeared with the rest of the room. 

After going through, she found Rob at his bench again, working on something new. 

'Busy boy' she thought and traveled over to see what he was working on. 

Whatever the contraption was, she couldn't recognize it, but on the corner of the bench was a folder that was lying open. Its contents intrigued her and she focused her attention on it. From what she could tell, there were detailed reports of all the Corps' members as well as a schematic for what looked like...Ark Chemicals. 

'Planning something?' she thought and spied a notepad with notes scribbled all over it. One of them read "Attack here" and another listed the strengths and weaknesses of the Bio-B0ts as well as a rough sketch of one with arrows pointing to weak spots. 

Miss. White was reading a "List of Jobs" when the objects on the table began to flicker in and out of existence and the room began to blur.

"No!" she shouted, realizing she was being wakened. 

"Miss. White!" a voice called from somewhere, "You must wake up, Trapjaw is expecting you." 

"Just...wait!" she shouted, but it was only a few more seconds before all she saw were the backs of her eyelids. 

She opened them and found herself staring up at a fully dressed Sydney/M1mic. 

"You idiot!" she cried and jumped from the bed she had not fallen asleep in and shoved M1mic in the chest, "I was in the middle of a very important dream!" 

"It was not my intention..." M1mic started but Miss. White shoved him again before he could finish. 

"I don't give a fuck. Don't ever wake me again. I'm sure Trapjaw informed you of my ability?" she yelled while she searched what she realized was he own bedroom for some clothes. 

"He did, but I didn't think..." M1mic faltered....actually faltered. How could a robot be so stupid? Had he inherited Morrison's brain as well as his looks? 

Miss. White pulled out a clean pair of underwear from her dresser and stormed to the bathroom door. She paused before slipping inside saying, "Tell Trapjaw that if he'll keep his pants on for twenty minutes, it'll be worth the wait. Tell him that I have some valuable information about the Corps, and also tell him that I would have more if his stupid robot hadn't woke me up!" she slammed the bathroom door and let the hot shower wash away the dried cum still on her body as well as her agitation with the thing that put it there. 

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"So now instead of making people's hair stand up, I'll actually be able to DO something?" the strong, grey-haired man named Nimbus was saying excitedly.

"You bet!" Rob said, happy that the man was happy. All he really wanted was to be accepted, and it looked as though another member was willing. 

"This is amazing." Nimbus said, examining the round, metal object fasted to his palm, "How does it work again?"

"It concentrates the static you create and released it as plasma. In other words...it shoots lighting." Rob said, bristling with pride for his invention. 

"How do I use it?" Nimbus said his eyes wide with wonder.

"Just create static like you normally would. The converter will absorb and convert it automatically. Just remember, there might be a few kinks to work out...I didn't have a lot of time" 

The smile on Nimbus's face slackened a little, "Yes, I know. Giovanni wants to strike tonight I hear." 

"You hear correctly." Rob confirmed; his face grim, "So I'd get to the training room now to test that thing out. We don't need you zapping us when you should be zapping them." 

"Thanks again, Doctor. This will help out a lot." 

Rob nodded and left to find Nurse Sweet. He had worked nonstop since the meeting where he'd outlined the plan, and needed a break. 

He found her in her bedroom in the Barracks. She jumped when he entered but relaxed when she saw it was him. 

"You scared me. I thought you might be Turbo...he's such a perv." She smiled that rare smile only Rob got to see. 

Nurse Sweet had just gotten out of the shower and was wearing only a pair of white cotton panties. Rob's cock awoken immediately at the sight and he shrugged his lab coat from his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. 

"Got time for a quickie?" he purred as he advanced towards her. 

"Rob, I..." she began but before she could finish, Rob's mouth smothered hers. 

"Come on, I've been working all night. Just a quick, rough fuck and then we can prepare for tonight." He whispered into her ear, his warm breath spreading tingles through Nurse Sweet's body. 

How could she resist him? He was the picture of sexuality...and he was all hers. 

Instead of answering, she peeled off her already damp panties and climbed into bed. He quickly shed his jeans and boxers and was on top of her in seconds, lavishing her with his mouth and tongue and rubbing his cock along her slit. 

Nurse Sweet was moaning in seconds in response to Rob's attentions and she cried out loud enough to wake the dead when his cock entered her in one quick thrust.

"I told you baby, fast and rough." He growled, pulling out and thrusting again. 

The bed shifted and hit the wall with a *bang* and Nurse Sweet threw her head back and shouted "Fuck!" while raking her nails down Rob's back, leaving red marks in their wake.

"That's the spirit" he said and roughly grabbed her thighs and pushed them back until her knees were almost level with her shoulders. 

Rob folded his knees under him, and positioned himself so that his cock was angled to plunge down into her snatch.

"Oh, Rob!" she cried, stimulated like never before in this new position. 

He continued his thrusting in long, hard strokes, his balls slapping against her ass. He could feel her juices begin to dribble down his sack and as they became wetter, the sounds got louder and his thrusts got harder.

The scent of their arousal filled the small room and the noises of their copulating were loud enough to alert any passersby of the events unfolding in the room. This fact only heightened Nurse Sweet's excitement and she could feel her g-spot engorging as Rob's cock rubbed against it. 

"Rob...you're so big...keep...going...to..." she screamed as the first jet of cum shot like a geyser from her snatch and coated Rob's chest and neck. Another, smaller jet coated his abdomen and the cum ran like rivulets to mingle with the sweat that had come from his exertions. 

"That's so fucking hot." He grunted and he pressed hard on her clit with his thumb, triggering another orgasm. Her cunt convulsed and hot cum leaked out and drip down his balls and onto the sheets. 

Rob's grip on her thighs became tighter and she knew he was close.

"Rob, come inside me...please." She panted, mesmerized by the sight of him above her, pumping his cock forcibly into her, his muscles rippling and her cum running down him. How could this man make her come so hard and so forcibly in only a few minutes? Most quickies she'd had lead to a disappointing ending, but not this one... no, even now this was some of the best sex she'd ever had. 

"Almost...there..." Rob said before his face contracted and he cried out his release. 

Shot after shot of molten liquid coated Nurse Sweet's insides. She ran her hands over his damp torso as he came, her own sex convulsing weakly in a mini-orgasm set off by the feeling of this man's cum in her. 

After moment, Rob's cock began to soften and he rolled released Nurse Sweet's thighs and sat back on his calves. A mixture of bother their cum dribbled from her slit and he stared at it for a few seconds before she shifted and got up from the bed.

"Come on, stud, we have to start preparing." She said, coming around to plant soft kisses on his shoulders and back, "We can take a shower together if you promise to keep your hands off me." 

"Impossible...but I can try." He grinned and followed her into the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom. 

After a longer-than-expected shower where Rob had brought Nurse Sweet to another orgasm using only his fingers, the pair emerged from her room, dressed and ready for the attack. 

As they made their way to the Conference Room above Nurse Sweet stopped Rob and said, "I'm not going to give you the whole 'if we don't make it' speech, but I will tell you this," she stared deep into his eyes, "You're the best fuck I've ever had." 

He laughed at that and gave her a playful shove, "I thought you were going to say something barf-worthy for a second." He said and they continued on their way. 

"But really, Rob," she said on the stairs, "If anything DOES happen to you, life's going to suck for a long time." 

"Same here," Rob said, "But nothing is going to happen. I'm pretty indestructible and you're literally hot enough to melt those bastards into cookie sheets." 

"You're so sweet." She gushed and gave him a wet kiss on the cheek.

"Knock it off," he said as he wiped off her spit, "Time to get serious."

Rob and Nurse Sweet were the last to arrive, and the tension in the room was palpable. The casual conversation was nonexistent and everyone looked like they were going to their deaths. 

Rob walked to the head of the table and looked around, "I know you're nervous and don't know what to expect...so am I...but this attack cannot go unanswered, we all know that."

Nods of approval went around the table. 

"Once we do this, the Corps can rest easy knowing that we're safe. From what I understand, Trapjaw is under no one's command. If and when we take him down, that will be the end of it. Attack strong and fast, and whatever their plan is fails. We all know our own plan, and everyone knows their job. Let's get to it." 

Chairs swiveled and the room emptied as the Corps began executing the biggest attack since the War. Soon Rob was alone with Giovanni, who had remained silent during the speech. 

"Rob...good luck." He said.

"You too." Rob responded before leaving. 

Only a few weeks had passed since the experiment and Rob was now leading an attack on the people who took his life away. So much had changed since then; Nurse Sweet, the stone ring, and the revelation of the thing inside it occupied his current thoughts. Rob's gut clenched as he remembered the tale Giovanni had told him. God help the world if they failed.... 

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"Tell me everything you saw." Trapjaw as saying as the helicopter took Miss. White and him back to Ark Chemicals.

"Not much, thanks to M1mic, but enough to know they are indeed planning an attack with Rob as the leader. He's studied the Bio-B0ts they defeated and knows all their strengths...and their weaknesses." She explained.

"Damn. They must have unlocked Rob's genius somehow...this could spell trouble." 

"They were also working on some king of huge vehicle...I mean this thing was BIG. How could I see that stuff anyway?" 

"The Mobile Base." Trapjaw said, the muscles of his neck straining with agitation, "If they get that thing up and running, we're in for one hell of a fight. And you probably made a connection with Rob when you slept with him..." 

"How many Bio-B0ts do we have?" Miss. White asked as Ark Chemicals came into view, trying to avoid an awkward conversation about her sex life. 

"One hundred and fifty functioning units; more material is being trucked in as we speak so another one hundred and fifty will be on reserve soon." 

"Not soon enough. The Corps will surly attack today, they won't delay." 

"Not to worry. The Corps is small and weak, and we are big and strong; basic playground rules state that we will win, but there will be casualties." 

The helicopter began its decent and Miss. White looked at the Dallas cityscape to the north, "What about public attention? We can't have the battle of the century take place here where all of Dallas will see." 

"I intend for them to see, Miss. White. They will watch as the Corps is crushed and their new leader rises. M1mic has done well in acquiring the necessary companies to sustain our conquest, now is the time to show the world our might!" 

The helicopter landed and Trapjaw stepped out, "Today is the day the Party rises, Miss. White," he yelled over the sound of the blades, "See to it that you are a part of its glory." 

He slammed the door closed and the helicopter rose to carry Miss. White to her final destination, and the beginning of the end for humanity. 

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Rob stood on the top of the Mobile Base, memorized as the entire wall of the Bunker slide aside to reveal a huge tunnel. 

"This place really is something, huh?" Brick said, climbing onto the roof from the ladder, his new wrench strapped to his back. 

"It's amazing...Engineer really built all of this?" he asked as the Mobile Base came alive beneath him, making the roof vibrate steadily. 

"Every bit, the man was amazing. He could design and build anything you asked him to and without him, the Corps wouldn't exist. It was a shame to lose him...and to the enemy at that." 

The hatch behind them opened and Hax stuck his head out, "All set, guys?"

Rob glanced at Brick and they both nodded. Hax disappeared into the hull and Rob followed with Brick bringing up the rear. 

The Mobile Base was huge inside, with a hundred rooms, each with their own purpose. Nurse Sweet was prepping the medical bay and Turbo had just finished loading a few armored cars into the transport bay just in case they needed to make a quick escape. 

Rob followed Hax to the control room and Brick went to help Nimbus and Sublime prepare the weapons. Wraith was with Echo somewhere peaceful. The success or failure of their plan rested on Wraith's shoulders and Rob hoped that she could work miracles because that's what they needed. 

Sleuth had stayed behind with Giovanni to work surveillance. Rob had made sure everyone in the Corps had a job to do but he wished he had more people.

"Have a seat." Hax said when they reached a room full of gauges and buttons and levers. Two captain chairs faced a wall of glass that looked out across the Bunker. Giovanni looked tiny as he stood watching the Corps depart. 

Rob sat down as Hax turned on a screen that displayed the rear of the Mobile Base. He pushed a button and said, "This is your captain speaking, we're about to take off here, so everyone grab hold of something and enjoy the ride." 

"Ready?" Hax said to Rob.

"Ready." He said, although he didn't feel it all of a sudden. 

Hax pushed some buttons and grabbed hold of a joystick. The Mobile Base lurched and Rob was almost thrown from his seat from the force of it. 

"Sorry about that, this is no luxury vehicle." Hax said as he used the rearview screen to slowly back the Base into the huge tunnel. 

"As long as it's safe." Rob said.

"You bet it's safe, now shut up and let me drive." 

Rob did as he was bid and mentally reviewed the plan while Hax guided the Base through the tunnel. He didn't know how many Bio-B0ts Trapjaw would have nor did he know how many people worked under him. All he could do was hope that Wraith and Echo pulled off their part of the plan, from there, success would depend on how well the Corps could fight. 

"And we're out; you can open your eyes now." Hax said.




The Good Doctor: Origins Ch. 07



Rob did not realize he ever closed them, but he opened them then and saw they were in the middle of a forest. 

"Not much room." Rob observed, surveying the thick layer of trees for some kind of hidden road big enough for the Base travel on, "Where's the road?"

"What road?" Hax said as he pushed buttons and pulled levers. He pushed the intercom again, "Alright guys, we're out of the bunker and own our way. ETA is two hours from now. Buckle up." 

The Base lurched violently again, but this time Rob was ready and he braced himself against it. Through the window, Rob could see trees looming closer and closer, and Hax showed no sign of turning. 

"What are you..." the Base ran into a tree...and kept going, the tree falling before it like it was nothing but a twig, "Whoa." 

"Impressive, huh? This thing can withstand any impact short of a nuclear bomb. Back during the War, the Rebels tried hitting us with everything they had...didn't make a scratch." 

"Very impressive." Rob said with genuine awe, "How fast can it go?" He had noticed the Base was picking up speed, and trees came and went faster and faster. Rob knew he could search his mind for the answer, but making conversation calmed his nerves.

"Top speed is around one hundred and fifty miles per hour; we'll be going at one hundred for this trip." 

For something that large to go that fast required an enormous amount of power and an enormous amount of engineering skill. More and more Rob began to think that perhaps it wasn't Trapjaw they had to worry about...but Engineer. 

"I'm going to go check on everyone." Rob said as he got up.

"I'll be alright here. I'll let you know when we're close to the spot." 

"Thanks." Rob said before heading off.

First he stopped by the weapons and practice rooms. Each member of the Corps had a weapon or weapons they preferred to fight with and the Base carried enough extras to last for one hundred fights. Only Sublime and Turbo preferred standard firearms, the rest of the Corps relied on their powers or melee weapons. 

"How's the wrench handling?" Rob asked Brick, who was practicing against a couple of dummies.

Rob had modified Brick's old cast iron wrench to include a rather useful feature. Using highly concentrated energy, the wrench could temporarily destabilize the molecular organization of whatever it hit. For organic things like flesh, the effect was minimalistic, but for inorganic materials like iron, it could be devastating. 

To demonstrate, Brick hit a steel dummy. A high pitched ring issued from the impact and the dummy crumpled into a ball of useless scrap.

"That's how!" Brick said excitedly.

"That'll do some damage to the Bio-B0ts, but nothing that severe, so stay on your toes." 

Turbo and Sublime were selecting guns and strapping them along with ammo to various body parts. Sublime could remove the heat from any substance and was a dangerous weapon herself, but give her a gun and she became lethal. 

"You two ready?" Rob asked.

"As we'll ever be." Turbo growled as he strapped a small handgun to his bicep.

Rob nodded and moved on. He passed by Nimbus in another training room just as a bolt of lightning blew the head off of a dummy. 'Good,' Rob thought, 'He won't miss.'

Deciding to leave Wraith and Echo alone, Rob went to the medical bay to check up on Nurse Sweet. He found her sitting on the examining table, making a small ball of fire fly around her head. Rob had only seen Nurse Sweet use her power once; on the stairs in the mansion as she explained to him he wasn't alone in this world. The fire cast an orange glow over her skin which made her look absolutely stunning.

"I've been thinking." She said suddenly, the flame sputtering out, "I was a mole for Giovanni up until a few weeks ago, right?"

"Yeh..." Rob said, coming to sit next to her.

"Well, maybe Trapjaw's got his own mole. No one stopped to think about it, but how else did the Bio-B0ts find us?" 

Rob smiled, "I think Giovanni would have thought about that. Obviously he doesn't think there's a mole, or he'd have found them already."

"He may have missed them. He had a lot on his mind these past few days." 

Rob paused to think. Maybe Nurse Sweet had a point; Trapjaw could conceivably have planted a mole in the Corps in order to gain access to information. 

"I'll keep my eyes out, ok? But right now we have to concentrate on the plan; we'll be arriving before you know it." 

"Let's just hope we won't need this room." Nurse Sweet said quietly. 

Rob nodded his approval and decided to lay down, bringing Nurse Sweet with him. She draped on leg over his and laid her head on his chest, enjoying the warmth of his bare skin. The contact soothed her, and the couple laid there for some time before Hax's voice came over the intercom, "Fifteen minutes, Rob. Get your ass down here." 

Nurse Sweet giggled and Rob rolled his eyes, "Got to go." 

Just as he was about to leave a pair of hands wrapped themselves around his thick chest, "Be careful, Rob." Nurse Sweet said.

He gripped her hands reassuringly, "You too." And made his way to the Control Room. 

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"There, to the west." Bio-B0t On3 said, pointing. 

Sure enough, a huge vehicle was making its way towards Ark Chemicals.

"Inform Engineer, looks like we have a battle on our hands today." Trapjaw said, turning from the window in his office, "I will meet him outside." 

"Right away, Sir...what of the girl?" Bio-B0t On3 asked, referring to Melody. 

"Make sure she's ready for a fight...the Corps will not give up easily." 

Bio-B0t On3 nodded and went to complete his duties. After it departed, Trapjaw returned to his window to watch the progress of the Mobile Base as it started to slow down. His mole had only been able to report who would be attacking and when, but the specifics of the plan were kept on a "need to know" basis. None of that mattered anyway; Trapjaw would have his victory through sheer numbers alone. 

The Mobile Base was almost at a stop now, about a quarter of mile from the building. 'So it begins...' Trapjaw thought and swept out of his office to meet the attackers. 

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"Trapjaw says the Corps has arrived. You are to meet him outside as soon as possible, I will gather the Bio-B0ts and await your command." Bio-B0t On3 was saying. 

"They brought the Mobile Base?" Engineer asked, picking up his bag of tools.

"It appears so."

"Fools...I built the damn thing, do they think I don't know how to bring it down?" Engineer laughed as he made his way out of the Lab, "I'll be in touch." 

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Trapjaw stood just outside of Ark Chemicals. The building was built on the outskirts of Dallas and was surrounded by fields of grass on three sides and a forest to the rear, an ideal place to maneuver troops of Bio-B0ts. The Mobile Base had come to a complete stop and Trapjaw was watching it closely when Engineer arrived.

"Do you know how to infiltrate this thing?" Trapjaw asked, knowing that Engineer had been the one who built it.

"Absolutely...should I give the order?" Engineer asked, reaching for the com system that would connect him to Bio-B0t On3.

"Not quite yet...I want to hear what they have to say first. ROBERT? ARE YOU IN THERE?" he shouted. 

A static-y voice came from an external speaker on the Mobile Base, "I'm here, Trapjaw...you miss me?" 

"IT WOULD BE IN YOUR BEST INTEREST IF YOU STAND DOWN." Trapjaw threatened.

"And miss the fight of the year? I don't think so. Tell me, Trapjaw, what exactly are you planning on doing with those toys of yours?"

"WELL, FIRST I'M GOING TO DESTROY YOU...AFTER THAT IT WON'T MATTER BECAUSE YOU WILL BE DEAD." 

"We'll see about that." Rob's voice said and the sound of the speaker clicking off echoed through the fields. 

"Give the order, Engineer, I'm getting annoyed with his arrogance." 

Engineer nodded and said into the com system, "Send them out, Bio-B0t On3." 

A hanger door to the left of where Trapjaw and Engineer were standing opened up slowly. The Mobile Base showed no signs of activity. Clearly they thought they were safe inside the Base. 

Engineer had a tablet out and was punching commands into the touch screen. The Bio-B0ts would receive them and work as a single unit to bring down the Base based what Engineer told them about it. They were truly a marvel of engineering and the world would bend to their might before long and with little resistance. 

As they exited the hanger, the Bio-B0ts split into smaller groups and headed towards the Base, taking their positions and awaiting the command to strike. 

"LAST CHANCE, ROB!" Trapjaw called as the last of the Bio-B0ts took their positions; one hundred and fifty strong and with replacements being made as they stood. 

Trapjaw received no answer so he nodded at Engineer, who entered and sent the command to the Bio-B0ts. Immediately they charged the Mobile Base all at once. Within a matter of seconds they would be inside. Trapjaw looked on as the Bio-B0ts rushed....and immediately stopped as the Mobile Base flickered out of existence.

"Wha..." but the word got caught in his throat as a resounding CRASH sounded from behind him. Debris rained down around Engineer and him and Trapjaw barely escaped being crushed by a huge piece of concrete. 

Once the rain of rubble ended, Trapjaw ran to a position where he could see what had happened. There, sticking half in and half out of Ark Chemicals, was the Mobile Base. The building was falling apart around it and employees were streaming out in a panic. 

"Hey there!" a voice called from the Base, "Sorry about the mess." 

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Giovanni knew someone was coming....he also knew he would have no warning of their arrival. Ever since the Bio-B0ts had found his mansion, he had been reading people to see if they were moles for Trapjaw. Giovanni purposely kept the extent of his powers a secret from others for situations just like this and sure enough he had found a mole, though it wasn't he who had informed Trapjaw of their location. Giovanni manipulated all the minds of the Corps members whenever they left the base so that, although they could find their way back, they would be unable to tell others where the base was or allow others to follow them back. 

No, someone else had told Trapjaw where the base was and that meant that someone else could find it again. 

Giovanni made his way to the surveillance room where he knew Sleuth would no longer be. Sleuth had always been a slimy bastard, and it was no surprise when Giovanni discovered he was the mole. 'No big loss' Giovanni had thought at the time; the man was a glorified private eye, useful but not vital. 

Just as he suspected, the surveillance room was empty; Sleuth would be far gone by now, although Giovanni doubted Trapjaw would let him live much longer. The screens and sensors were all blank, meaning the intruder was already here and had cut the lines to the surveillance equipment. Trapjaw would have sent a skilled assassin to kill him and to....

"All alone?" a female voice said from behind him. 

Giovanni did a quick read on the owner of the voice, "Rachel White, dream projector and expert spy and assassin." He said, introducing her to himself as he turned to face her. 

"Mind reader, huh? So tell me, what am I here for?" Miss. White said, he hand resting on a handgun strapped to her waist.

"Don't need to read minds for that one, Rachel." Giovanni said as he took a seat in the chair at the control station, trying to look relaxed, "You're here to kill me and free Slade." 

"How'd you know!" she said feigning shock. 

"Well Sleuth's been feeding you information for some time now about the prison and where it's kept so naturally I assume you're here to free its occupant." Giovanni said matter-of-factly. 

"Know why we want him?" Miss. White asked, seeming to enjoy the Q and A. 

"I can only assume so he can finish what he started thirty years ago; world domination and the like." 

"Are we that predictable?" 

"Yes. Now enough of this...you're not getting Slade." 

The gem on Giovanni's cane flashed and Miss. White found herself pushed against the wall of the room, unable to move. Giovanni stood and came closer, his cane held out in front of him. 

"Didn't you do you're research on me?" he asked as Miss. White struggled against the invisible bonds that held her.

"I did, but..." She said, her muscles straining. 

"But you assumed I was too old to still use them? Stupid girl..." a flick of his cane and she was thrown across the room where she hit the wall. 

Lightning quick she recovered and pulled her gun on Giovanni, but another movement and the gun sailed across the room to land harmlessly behind him. 

"The problem with you people is you're so arrogant. You think no one can stand up to your power, but you're so very wrong. I've defeated scum before and I'll do it again." Giovanni advanced, anger in his eyes. 

"Please...don't kill me." Miss. White said as an invisible force lifted her from the ground and shoved her against the wall, choking her. 

"You come into MY house and attempt to destroy everything I've worked to achieve and expect MERCY?" the invisible hand wrapped itself tighter around Rachel's throat as fury coursed through Giovanni. These people had taken advantage of his good-nature for the last time...

"Yesssss.....gooooood.....give innnnn Gioooovannnniiiii...." A voice echoed through his head.

"Slade..." he gasped, his power over Rachel slackening.

"Dooooo iiiiit....she is weakkkkk...." 

Rachel gasped for breath as Giovanni released his control and she slumped to the floor. 

"No..." he said, the rage he had been feeling subsiding. 

"You are weeeakkkk toooooo, Gioooovanniiii....I always knewwwww ittttt...." 

"I'm not the one who's imprisoned for all eternity." Giovanni mocked, looking up from the piece of tile he had been staring at while he regained his composure. 

"Funnyyyy....eternityyyyyy doesn't seeeem to beee for much longerrrrr...." The voice said gleefully. 

"What do you..." Giovanni noticed too late that Rachel was no longer on the floor in front of him. 

He whirled around just in time to see the gun go off in her hands and then knew no more.

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While Echo projected the image of the Base with Wraith's help, Hax maneuvered the actual base into position in the woods behind Ark Chemicals. The giant vehicle could be surprisingly quiet and had escaped any unwanted attention. They had waited as Trapjaw had ordered the Bio-B0ts to attack the dummy Base and rammed the building after they were sure the bulk of Trapjaw's forces were concentrated on the distraction. 

"Ok, guys, we're in, you know what to do." He told the Corps after they had quickly gathered on the roof of the Base. Hax had stayed behind in order to make a quick escape if need be. 

With one last look at Nurse Sweet, Rob headed down the ladder and into the wreckage that had been the offices of Ark Chemicals. Bodies were sprawled here and there and moans could be heard from all around. Rob had no time to think of the casualties, he had a job to complete. 

Brick and Wraith had just come down the ladder and the three of them wasted no time and searching for the nearest stairwell. Once they discovered it, Brick blew in the locked door with one swing of his wrench and they started to make their descent. 

On the bottom of the stairs there was a long hallway that stretched to the left and the right. 

"I'll go left, you two go right." Rob said, and the others nodded, "Keep your eyes out for danger...good luck." 

The party split, and Rob ran down the hallway, searching for a door that would take him to the production facility of the Bio-B0ts. Nurse Sweet's reports indicated that production would be in the basement, but because the actual experiments had taken place at a facility in the city, she did not know the layout of this particular building. 

As he searched, Rob's thoughts turned to Nurse Sweet and he hoped that she and the others were ok. The main objective was to destroy the production facility, but they needed time so the remaining members of the Corps were keeping the Bio-B0ts and Trapjaw at bay. 

Distracted, Rob almost didn't see the metal object flying at his face. He ducked just in time and jumped back to get a better view of what had attacked him. 

A girl...or what used to be a girl...was advancing rapidly towards him. She wore black stockings and a black skirt with a red long-sleeve shirt with a black gear design on the front. A mirrored visor surrounded her eyes and a strange metal gizmo could be seen sneaking out from between her shoulders. What caught Rob off guard were the eight metal legs that extended from the backpack and kept her suspended in the air. Each was at least ten feet long and shaped to resemble insect legs. 

Rob could only stare for a second before the sharp point of one of the legs came hurtling at him, he avoided that one to be met with another three all coming from different directions. He avoided two and caught the other one in his hands, pushing back against it, trying to throw the gizmo lady off balance. With a hard shove he managed to send her staggering back a few feet, but she was on the advance again in seconds. 

"Fuck this." Rob said and grabbed his sword from where it was strapped to his waist. The sword came to life as he sent energy coursing through the handle. The Lady was on him again, swinging a leg that was razor-sharp at his head. He raised the sword and swung it at the oncoming leg. The blade slid through the leg like butter, slicing the first third off. The Lady yelled in frustration and another three legs came rushing towards him. Quick as lighting, Rob went on the defense, ducking to avoid one leg and slicing off the other two in one smooth motion. 

"Give up?" he said.

The Gizmo Lady backed up, holding one leg out defensively while the remaining four steadied her, "Not yet, Corps." She said, her visor flashing red. 

There was a whirring noise and Rob saw something start to emerge from the top of the Gizmo on her back. It came up and then leveled out over her shoulder and Rob noticed what it was almost too late. The gun opened fire and Rob dove out of the way just in time, reaching for his own gun as he did. It swiveled and Rob rolled away from the onslaught of bullets and aimed his gun at the turret. His aim was true and one blue bullet through the neck of the turret sent the business end clanging to the floor. With a scream, the Gizmo Lady launched herself quicker than Rob could react. She collided with him and the two fell to the floor in a flurry of limbs...metal and flesh.

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"I think this might be it..." Brick said once he and Wraith reached the end of the hallway. 

"Genius." Wraith said and smiled at him. 

Sounds of industry could be heard coming through the huge pair of double doors, indicating that something was being made behind them. Brick pushed them open, and the pair entered a massive room filled with all sorts of machinery. A huge metal pillar stood in the middle and Brick recognized it as the same design as the Mainframe. 

"Yep, this is it. Come on, let's get to work." He said and hefted his wrench in his hands. 

"You start smashing, I'll fry the computer." Wraith said and drifted over to the pillar. 

With a grunt, Brick heaved his wrench and laid waste to the nearest piece of equipment. The modified weapon caused the entire structure to crumple like a piece of paper. Satisfied, Brick moved onto the next, hoping that Rob hadn't encountered any trouble at the other end of the hall. 

Wraith placed her palms flat on the pillar and sensed for the electrical energy running through it. Once she found it, she started manipulating it so that the computer would become muddled and fry. As she worked, her thoughts drifted to Echo and the marvelous feat he had performed.