The Smiths are on vacation, heading to Washington, D.C., for their seven-day honeymoon. There is only one way to get there, which is down a 100-mile stretch of back roads. With the temperature at 90 degrees, the Smiths enjoy the scenic drive in their new red convertible Camaro. Music plays loudly as they continue along the lonely road. As Carl checks the GPS, he notices that the signal is lost. He taps on the device, hoping it will start working again. “I can’t believe I spent over thirty grand on a car with a GPS that doesn’t work,” he grumbles. His wife, Carmella, places her hand on his lap and reassures him, “Babe, it’s okay. We’re way out here in the middle of nowhere, and there’s no signal for anything. Luckily, this car isn’t run by satellite, or we’d be stranded.”

“You're right. At least we are headed in the right direction,” he says. Carl works as a contractor for a government facility as a nuclear scientist and chemist. His wife is an engineer at a secret laboratory where many engineers are trying to develop a teleporter. In 2018, the teleporter experiment was stolen from her facility, along with some nuclear materials and chemicals from the facility where Carl works. To this day, the whereabouts of the stolen items remain unknown, and the public is unaware of the theft. As Carl and his wife continue down the long stretch of back roads, Carl notices a police cruiser approaching rapidly with its lights flashing. “Damn,” he mutters. “What’s wrong, babe?” she asks. “We're in the middle of nowhere. Who would expect the police to be out here?” he replies, glancing at the speedometer. “Pull over,” a voice commands over the loudspeaker.

Carl pulled the car over to the right side of the road without hesitation. “Were you speeding?” she asked Carl. He shook his head to indicate no. The police cruiser stopped behind them, and Carl strained to see into the cruiser’s windshield but couldn't make anything out. Moments later, a tall, muscular figure stepped out of the vehicle, wearing a trooper’s hat, and approached Carl’s car. “Let me see your hands,” the trooper commanded as he reached the driver’s side. Carl and his wife raised their hands and lowered them when instructed. “Is there a problem, officer?” Carl inquired. “No, just a routine stop. May I see your registration and license, please?” the husky officer requested. As Carl searched the glove compartment for the documents, he didn’t notice that the officer was not an ordinary one. A snake-like appendage emerged from the officer's back, slithering under the car, up the passenger door, and striking Carl’s wife in the neck in an instant. “Damn!” she yelled, grabbing her neck. “It felt like a bee sting,” she added. “Let’s just get this over with, and I’ll take a look at it,” Carl said as he handed the officer the documents. The officer took the documents back to the police cruiser and got inside. Carl glanced over at his wife; she was not feeling well. He tried to comfort her, but the bite she had received was no ordinary bite.

Once the officer returned with Carl’s license and registration, Carl asked, "Is there a local hospital nearby that I can take my wife to?" The officer anticipated this question and replied, "Sir, I will transport you both to the hospital. Just put the top up on your car and pull over to the right a little bit more. Don’t worry about your car; I will have a unit come to watch it until we get you back here." "Okay, officer. Thank you for your help," Carl responded. "The pleasure is mine. That’s what we are here for: to serve and protect," the officer said. Carl activated the convertible top as he pulled further right on the road, with the officer following closely behind. Once Carl parked the car and turned it off, he went to the other side to help his wife out, while the officer assisted them both into the cruiser. After Carl and his wife were inside the police cruiser, the officer picked up the microphone and reported, "Golf 7 Alpha 1, this is Mike Alpha 9, en route with two Echo Victors, over." The voice on the other end responded, "Roger, Mike Alpha 9. Bring Echo Victors to Bay 20. Out." There was a brief silence on the radio. “How long will it be before we get to the hospital?” Carl asked. The officer looked through the rearview mirror and informed Carl that it was about a mile up the road. As he spoke, the same tail that had pricked his wife went under the seat and pricked Carl in the left calf. Carl reached down and started rubbing his leg, saying, "Something just bit me." The officer began to notice the chemicals taking effect on both Carl and his wife. The car made a right turn onto the desert floor and headed straight toward the mountains. The mountain, visible in the distance, stretched over ten miles long. When the officer pulled up in front of it, part of the mountain opened, and he drove inside. Once inside, the entrance closed behind them. There were several doors with numbers on them, and the officer drove up to the garage door labeled B-20. The door opened, and the officer drove into the bay. After entering, the door closed, and fluorescent lights turned on. Within a few minutes, the car was lowered several feet underground as if it were on an elevator. Once the bottom was reached, the doors on the car automatically opened, revealing Carl and his wife lying lifeless in the back seat. Two figures in spacesuits approached and retrieved the bodies, dragging them to a room labeled "Cutting Room." Meanwhile, the police cruiser was raised back up to ground level in pursuit of more victims. A tow truck picked up the Smiths' car and transported it to the mountain for crushing. One of the heads in charge of sector G7 was walking around when he spotted the two bodies that had just been brought in. He instructed, "Take the male to Echo Room 1 and the female to Mike Room B2. Wait before starting; I want to assist with these bodies." The uniformed personnel moved the bodies to their designated areas, with Echo Room 1 being the main experimental room that only certain individuals could enter.

 

Sector G7 is an underground facility that was constructed during the age of the dinosaurs. Over the years, it has been renovated, upgraded, and expanded. Initially funded by the government, the facility later transitioned to private ownership, with companies taking over for experimentation and testing purposes. However, some of these companies have conducted experiments that exceed the facility's intended use, engaging in activities that could potentially endanger humanity if something were to go wrong.

The facility measures approximately three miles in length and two miles wide, extending ¼ mile deep underground. It is constructed from materials designed to withstand any chemical, biological, or weapon attacks. Additionally, the building is equipped to protect against unauthorized intrusions, whether from the ground or air, using advanced weaponry systems that are unknown to both the government and the public. The facility was designed with the help of Colonel Krastein, whose origins and ancestry remain mysterious. No one dares to question him due to the potential repercussions that could follow.

 

Colonel Krastein, along with several other doctors, approaches an area marked G-7 B2. When the main doors open, all the individuals inside immediately stop what they are doing and stand at attention, awaiting his command. The Colonel speaks in a foreign language, after which the workers resume their tasks. He walks up to a large operating table and is handed special medical scrubs, along with surgical gloves and masks. The other doctors accompanying him do the same. Once everyone is suited up, the Colonel addresses the group: “Ladies and gentlemen, today we have two victims, which means we will begin one experiment and continue work on another. Please bring the female victim to the table.”

He orders for Ms. Smith's body to be brought in and to be put on the operating table, unclothed. The Colonel then makes additional requests: “From Cryo1, bring the two tail sections; Cryo8, bring the head; Cryo20, bring the tail.” As soon as the order is given, people scramble to the designated doors. “Colonel, how is the Alpha X7 experiment progressing?” a voice from one of the doctors asks. The Colonel scans the room, identifies the doctor, and replies, “The experiment is proceeding as planned and is on schedule. Let’s focus on what we have in front of us today, shall we?” At last, the requested body parts arrive and are placed in separate coolers adjacent to the operating table for easy access when needed. “Finally, we can get to work,” the Colonel says as he grabs a saw.

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