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Dr. Gen employed several spiders into the battlefield. They weren't neccesarily alien-big, but these replicas of tarantulas were bigger than a three-hundred pound man's torso. Dr. Gen pocketed the patch and smiled to himself, knowing in his consious that the organization was going to try and get it back. Try as you may, but I've already memorized the name of your little club, Stephen thought, petting one of the spiders. They had been enfused with mammilian DNA to ensure stability, making them docile to whom they thought to be friendly. Basically they were his attack dogs... no, actually, his genetically engineered saberwolves were his attack dogs, but same difference.

The queen spider was his most powerful ally in the case of his units. She wasn't heartless like most spiders. In fact, she seemed compassionate towards them. Therefore it was important to keep good relations with her. Dr. Gen took the short trip in the elevator to the second floor. Alltogether there were twenty floors, but the base's shape prevented anyone from noticing. When it moved, the base sort of resembled a tick crawling along.

Stephen walked out of the elevator and looked around the dark ex-storage room that he now used as a breeding chamber for his creatures that needed to breed in order to retain efficiency. He noticed that one of the gates had been ripped apart; probably by his friend, the queen. Then he realized that the entire room, not just her room, had become a social nest. Every arthropod he had placed was building a hive. Every one. The queen spider, of which he could not find, was probably in the very back of this gate. Dr. Gen cautiously stepped through the gate and felt a slimy, sticky substance touch his hand. It was silk, or web, that he soon came to find out had coated this entire room. Stephen stumbled through and pulled a flashlight from his coat pocket. Gen saw nothing when he turned it on, other than the reflective walls covered in web. Gen shrugged and continued on until he found where the queen was. She stood at around twenty feet tall, probably over four or five tons, and looked quite fearsome. To be truthful the alpha of the bug world was rather docile. He tiptoed near her in plain sight. Of course she knew he was there, because she could feel the vibrations. Stephen placed his hand on the tip of her leg and watched her twitch a little. From there, he moved a little closer. The arthropod didn't suffice to even move as he advanced.

The venom reached his heart almost instantly.

Dr. Gen lay on the floor, dead. For good, and from his own creation. Maybe this was because this Dr. Gen was actually just a clone he had sent to scan the area. The original just watched from a camera and winced as he realized that he could've been dead and on the floor.

Dr. Gen smiled, thinking of a way to protect himself. "It's time to let my little skitsofrantic friend out." He announced, pulling a suringe from the machine which had turned it for approximately three hours.

Stephen Gen stuck himself with the suringe and squeezed the plunger until the last of the serum was in his bloodstream. At first, nothing happened. Then his vision became blurred. Several seconds later, he felt a slight pull on his arms and legs, realizing that he was growing somehow. At first it was a little pinch, but then it began to hurt a little, and afterwards a lot. Soon he felt a major tug on his shoulder. Pain and agony shot through his whole body, not ceasing until he had succumbed to a scream of despair. He reached for the other suringe that was supposed to reverse the effects, but it was just too far out of his reach. Soon, he was on the ground, passed out. In reality the serum had increased his size, from about five-foot-seven to seven-foot-eight. His total strength had turned grossly overpowering. All of his physical and mental attributes had been altered in a medium of supremacy.

Dr. Gen heard a little fiddling with something in his lab as his eyes shot open. Either he was on a drug trip, or the serum had transformed his eyesight... along with every other attribute of his.

Stephen leapt to his feet. He heard someone falling to the floor of his lab and turned to the source. 'Yes... find the intruder, kill her, now!' The voice said. "Yes..."

He quietly advanced towards the source of the sound and peered around the corner. Then he saw her. The woman from the security feeds. He pulled a dartgun from his pocket and growled at her. Several raptors stepped into the room and hissed at the intruder. "Freeze."

Dr. Gen took the bullet to the shoulder and smiled. "My flesh is tougher than a heavily armored vehicle." He replied to the friendly shot. In turn, Stephen shot his genetic mutation dart into her stomach. "And as for you, I hope you like being a slave."

Dr. Gen smiled and said, "That is for you to find out. For now, I would like to ask you to submit to capture."

Dr. Gen smiled, satisfied. The first raptor stepped closer to her and walked around behind her. He nudged her with his nose and hissed. "I advise that you follow them. And please be careful to put that gun down, they've been known to rip the limbs off of those who don't listen. They look pretty hungry." He said. Stephen walked to his computer and shooed her away.

"The jail cells." One of the raptors answered.