(WARNING, this post is going to have an 18+ rating due to incessant swearing, innuendos, nudity and graphic violence. You have been warned!)

The Box's command center was a windowless room with little to no lightning; where the walls, floor and ceiling were all occupied by the same militaristic grey colour that matched perfectly the young teen's hair, who sat elevated upon a platform above the four semi-crescent shaped consoles spanning down the center of the sloping floor, staring straight across to the wall opposite her that displayed a detailed tactical of the city of Rhy'din, including numerous view screens playing detailed, real time footage of cameras located throughout the facility.

Each console had two individuals seated at the controls, purposefully fused to their inclining metal chairs by a series of thick, snaking wires that spanned out from under their workstations that embedded themselves into their bodies at specific neural points across their bodies—mainly the neck and spine, while all were masked by featureless black helms that were similarly linked to wires that hung from the ceiling.

Unnatural, low light bathed the command center that was animated from the view screen, washing everything in a sickly pallor of white for only but a moment. The sudden spark of a lighter drew the helmed figures attention over their shoulder to their elevated overseer, watching with featureless faceplates as the young teen with the grey hair sparked up a cigarette.

With a flick, the silver zippo closed, extinguishing the flame. As she drew upon the cigarette, the smoldering end sizzled, a trail smoke rising as was the stench of mint and roses as she exhaled a plume of smoke from the corner of her lips.

The grey haired teen took no notice of her subordinates. "Report on the status of the recent arrivals."

Turning back to their consoles, the whole procession of clones spoke as one, their words filling the room in a cacophony of a terribly distorted feminine voice.

"Currently, they have been restricted to their cells. Several attempts of escape have been made with little success by two of the clones, while the other two has thus far been....um....noisily waiting, Director."

With a smoke filled sigh, she leaned back into her chair. "Rejects?" She muttered. "How am I supposed to sort these misfits out' Why didn't you just reprocess them rather than giving them over to me" Urgh....this is gonna be such a drag."

"We do not understand the nature of the question, Director—"

"I was talking out loud! Jeez, don't take everything I say as gospel. It was rhetorical." She crossed her arms about her chest, glaring at the view screen ahead and more specifically, the video feeds that displayed four cells occupied by the clones she previously inquired about.

With a mental command, the audio feed for cell eight came through the loudspeakers.

"Let me out of here you f*cking bitches! I'll rip out your f*cking womb through your little f*cking noses, you f*cking—"

With a shake of her head, the audio suddenly cut off, Grey's head leaning back against the headrest of her chair as she put through the audio feed for cell two.

"I'm hunnnnnnnnngry! Hello!" Hello! I know you can hear me! I'm starving down here! Wasting away! Look at me! I'm so HUNGR-ohhh! A cockroach!"

A loud sickening crunch caused Grey's stomach to churn.

"Mmmm-tashty-gooey!"

Next, was cell five.

"Ahhh' nnnn" ahnnn! AHHH! Oh, Nemesis, yes" I know you're watching me" do you like watching me" When I touch my filthy little c-"

"Bloody hell!" Grey exclaimed in a panic, wide eyed. She switched the audio feed quickly with a blush and flail of her hand. "CUCUMBERS! They're everywhere! THEY"RE GOING TO KILL MEEEEEEEEEE! Why are they so wet"! Why are they full of water"! Why are they green!" NO! STOP! STOP LOOKING AT ME WITH YOUR GOOGLY EYES! GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

The chaotic sounds of an upturned bed and furniture being flung about fills the command center. All that was present within the very brain of the complex slowly turned to regard the director with their faceless helms.

With her fingertips against her closed eyelids, groaning, the grey haired teen shook her head slowly. "Have them moved into the mess hall for their meals. I think it is about time I met my..." She winced as she spoke her next few words, pulling the cigarette away from her lips as she blew smoke from her nose, "my new team face to face..."

"In your hands is the new prototype weapon for the Black Militia; the ZF-X23 CAW, a selective fire rifle with the ability to switch over from its burst mode to a single shot for additional accuracy. While it has been field tested only the elite of the Black Militia are permitted to use it, as it requires a certain level of expertise to operate successfully?" Grey looked up from under her hoodie as she paced the floor before the group, frowning a touch.

Each of them wore a sleek black, skin tight full body nylon suit, allowing everything above the collarbone to show" and none of them look interested except for Pepper, who stood dutifully at a perfect attention holding the the sleek, glass-like black weapon firmly in her hands close to her chest.

Sin on the other hand held the weapon at the butt, resting the barrel against her shoulder while she checked out her manicure on the other hand, Bitch was using hers like a walking stick to lean on and Stuffing" well" she was busily munching on a nice juicy red apple.

"Which begs me to question why in the hell they gave you lot the chance, so; anyway, let us just get down to business" I don't particularly want to be here in front of you miscreants a second longer than is completely necessary." She thrust her hands into her hoodie pockets, giving tilt of her head to indicate the firing range behind her.

The room was long and not as wide as the other rooms in the facility. With pure white surroundings, the various obstacles, debris and even a small, fully constructed and fully stocked two storey house broke up the stark lightning of the environment rather nicely.

Erected behind the obstacles and even in the windows of the house, several hardwood targets stood sporting a picture of Edward Batten, each one striking a different pose as if he was performing in front of a camera for the front cover of a Playgirl magazine.

Even his shirt was off.

Sin tilted a brow as she leaned in close to Pepper on her right, whispering to the clone. "I so want one of those for my room."

Pepper whispered back, clearly confused. "A" a target' Why?"

Sin released a slow smirk. "Eye candy for when I get bored at night."

"Oh?" Pepper blushed.

"Since you have all had your training uploaded, I will forgo the explanation on how to properly use the weapons. Behind me are several targets. You will each go in turn and destroy them. Thankfully due to the ZF-X23 CAW's crystallizing nano-viral rounds, it is very easy to score a lethal hit on a non-lethal zone of the body. What I am looking for is accuracy and speed" any questions?"

Pepper raised her trembling hand. "U-um, S-sir—"

"M"am," she corrected sternly, 'do I look like a Sir to you?" Grey glared at the purple headed clone.

Stuffing resisted a snort, her lips screwing up awkwardly to hide the fact she found Grey's response hilarious. "Oh' um, sorry M"am' so' my question is, since the core of the weapon is a mini-SCHISM generator attached to a NOS-battery-to-converter, would it really matter about accuracy' We could just fire indefinitely and just—"

"Spray and motherf*cking pray, motherf*ckers!" Bitch lifted up her weapon and aimed down the sights, her finger on the trigger.

"Well, I wouldn't' say it quite like that?" Pepper blinked at Bitch's outburst.

Grey sighed aloud, trying to interrupt them before they all got into another argument. "A good observation, but the fact of the matter is the weapon is prone to overheating. The NOSBTC can become overloaded if it is constantly under use, which is why it has been limited to a semi-automatic with only two modes of fire." She turned her eyes to Bitch, staring. "But that is only a mild deterrent. It can still happen. That is why I am telling you, that you use it only if you are absolutely sure of a strike on-target."

"And what will happen if it does overheat?" Sin commented in a disinterested manner, clearly more interested in her nails still.

Grey titled a brow. "You should know" the weapon's manual should had been uploaded to your—"

"I deleted it." Sin sighed. "It was really all so very confusing to understand. It really is quite simple, isn't it' Point' Shoot. Dead."

Everyone in the group looked to Sin with a blink.

"What?" Grey exclaimed, clearly irritated by the news. "Why"! It is important information that you require to—" She quickly cut herself short, trying to palm off the rage growing inside of her by simply accepting the fact, than argue against it. She hadn't the time for it.

As she opened her mouth to speak, it was Stuffing who replied, naturally, with a mouthful of apple that was so juicy and tasty, the juice drooled out of the corner of her lip as she spoke.

"The weaponshf core will ofer loadsh an' go?" She then made a motion with her hands. "Booooooooommmmsh!"

Pepper eeped, looking down at the weapon. "That's" that's right! If the" if the battery overheats it could short the NOS's siphoning function of the SCHISM core and create a catastrophic—"

"NEEEEEEEEEEEEERD!" Bitch rolled her eyes, pointing the gun as she aimed down the sights right at the side of Pepper's head, who immediately shrank down into a crouch to avoid the barrel. "We get it, you f*cking scaredy cat. Gun overheats. Gun goes boom' which kind of sucks" I really want a fully automatic version of this thing" hey, Cappy..." Her eyes widen as she looked to Grey with a poor attempt of trying to look sweet and innocent. She just looked all the more sinister instead. "Can I get one of those custom-made" I promise I'll never abuse it in any way whatsoever." Grey shook her head as her hand met with her face.

Sin blinked. "Oh. Well" I'd certainly hate for that to happen" It'd so ruin my hair." She smiled sweetly to Grey. "Carry on, Captain" I am so very sorry to disturb your speech."

"Okay, no more questions?" Grey looked to the group with narrowed eyes, finding herself horrified that all hands went up. Shaking her head, she turned to look away. "Good! No more questions. Red haired one, you're up first."

"The name's Bitch." Stepping forward, the messy haired red haired clone lifted up her guns and stared down the scoped sights of the weapon, bracing herself and holding her posture into the correct position to receive the recoil.

Grey once again shook her head. She hadn't the time to comprehend why a clone would call itself that. "When you're re—"

The leader of the misfits had not the time to complete her sentence. Bitch had already started to fire off volley after volley of the weapons projectile energy blasts, the gun's ear-splitting "whump" an instant painful annoyance to Grey's suddenly aching eardrums.

Everyone had clamped their hands over their ears, watching as Bitch cackled like a maniac and shot at the scenery as much as she did (or tried to anyway) the targets.

As abruptly as she had started, she ceased, leaving just the sound of her joyous laughter echoing throughout the room.

"F*CK YEAH!" Bitch lifted up the barrel of the weapon and took in a deep breath. "I love the smell of projectile virulent rounds in the morning!"

Pepper blinked, looking to Sin. "....isn't it past midday?"

Sin shrugged.

Grey stared wide eyed at the range. She literally hit everything else except the targets. Debris had been crystallized and even the front door of the house had taken a hit, sparkling like a diamond.

"Ah?" Bitch announced as she surveyed the carnage. "Well, let's put it this way. If there was an army in front of me" They would had been so f*cked." Stuffing had finally finished eating. She cheered, clapping her hands and hooting her appreciation of the carnage. "You showed that inanimate object who's the boss, B-girl!"

"Thanks" Bitch' go and stand in line, please." Grey quickly turned to the others as she moved away. "Next! You" uh" Sin" Come over here and" please, just hit something" anything but the scenery."

"If I must?" Sin rolled her eyes as she looked down at the weapon, stepping forward.

Grey crossed her arms, dreading this attempt considering what she just witnessed from the red haired one. In fact, she was surprised Sin had agreed to do it at all. "Go."

There was a distinct click as Sin lifted the weapon, gazing down the sights with both eyes open to which Grey immediately recognized. She had switched to the single shot mode.

The volleys that followed left Grey utterly speechless. Every shot hit every target; the amorphous ball of volatile nanobots struck each one square in the face and crystallized the whole thing in mere seconds.

As the others cheered behind her, Grey took her wide eyes to look at Sin, gawking at the taller more mature clone.

"That' that was incredible, Sin?"

Resting the barrel against her shoulder, Sin placed a hand on her hip and winked down to Grey. "They all say that, sugar."

Grey pointed to the one target however she missed, or rather, didn't fire at.

"What about that one" Did your gun jam or—"

"Oh no, I figured I'd leave that one alive." Sin commented with a nod towards the untouched target in the upstairs window of the house.

"For interrogation purposes?" Grey nodded in approval. "Very g—"

"Oh no, darling" if I am going to participate in any battle I am going to full well take some spoils of war for myself" and capture my own personal slave when given the chance." Sin licked her lips slowly as she eyed the cutout of Edward Batten like a lioness would a wounded gazelle. "Who could pass up that opportunity' The things I would do to him' the things he could do to me..." Bitch leaned in to whisper to the other two clones. "That big boobed bimbo needs to get f*cking laid, I'm telling you." The other two nodded in agreement.

"A-anyway?" Grey was too stunned comment as she motioned the woman back in line.

As the targets were replaced, Grey simply could not quite believe what had just happened. She had figured they were all just a bunch of useless fools but it would seem, not all hope was lost. There was some chance; albeit tiny and insignificant at this point, that they could possibly become a fully functionable team.

"Alright, you, the pig—" "The name's Stuffing! Not pig" jeez, don't be so rude" and" well?" The buzz-cut clone didn't move. "To be honest, Captain, I don't feel too good. Can I go to the medical bay?" "What do you mean by that' Is there a problem?"

"She ate too much." Sin muttered mostly to herself.

"I kind of have a really bad stomach cramp."

"Called it~" Sin singsonged to Pepper, who only nodded in agreement.

"Well you shouldn't eat so much you f*cking fat whale." Bitch rolled her eyes, just as Grey retorted in her usual attempt of an authoritative manner.

Unfortunately, Grey was the youngest there and her height and pubescent voice was not exactly threatening to say the least.

"Excuse me?" Grey pointed to the firing range that had just been restocked with brand new targets, courtesy of a clone that was working behind the scenes. "I don't care if your damn guts are hanging out! Come up here and show me what you got!"

"I can't!" Stuffing complained. "My stomach hurts and I need a bigger gun anyway!"

"What do you mean?" Grey questioned with a shake of her head. "Why in hell would you need a bigger gun" This rifle is practically a one-hit, one-kill guaranteed weapon! There is no need for you to—"

Stuffing clicked her fingers. "Oh snap! It's taco Tuesday at the cafeteria! I'm out!" Turning around, Stuffing walked off without another word, leaving an exasperated Grey who was at this point, fuming.

She was practically red in the face.

Out of nowhere, Pepper bounced forward. "My turn!" And then with a hefty swing of her rifle she threw it.

As the weapon careened into the firing range, Grey stood with her hands on her head just utterly confused as to what the hell just happened.

All eyes fell on Pepper, who beamed to them all with a bright, friendly smile.

"What' the?" Grey stopped herself. This was just too ridiculous to comprehend.

?" I'm no expert," Sin pointed to the firing range where the rifle had disappeared into, "but don't you need that?"

"If this was an actual battle you'd be so f*cking dead right about now." Bitch scratched at her head, also confused by it. "You got like a death wish or something?"

Pepper blinked. "Oh' well" you see I calibrated the SCHISM core to output its energy to maximum—"

"What?" Grey flatlined her tone. "—while simultaneously; and purposefully tampering with the NOS's internal capacitor and limiter—"

"You did what"!" Grey, wide eyed looked to the firing range then back to the others. "When" how" are you trying to destroy this facility"!"

Sin looked to Bitch, having no clue what was going on and why Grey looked incredibly pale. "A translation please, beautiful?"

Bitch looked to Sin. "We kind of need to run right about now. Like, really fast."

"Oh?"

Grey's screech drowned out all others as she took off running past them. "She turned it into a f*cking singularity bomb!"

Bitch looked to the expectant Sin, who hadn't a clue what a singularity meant. It sounded like a shampoo she would use for her luscious green locks.

"Reaaaaaaaaaaally f*cking fast.?