Hannah turned from Sarah to Madame Hydra, smiling cruelly. “Mate,” she said. “Fuck.”
A sharp claw slit Madame Hydra’s bindings, and Hannah threw the Hydra leader to the ground. The black alien phallus extruded from her crotch, pulsing with wicked intent. The green-haired woman barely had time to scream before it was over and Hannah screeched her climax, nearly bursting Madame Hydra’s eardrums.
Hannah sniffed the woman more carefully. Her raging lust being momentarily abated, she finally sensed something off about her captive. “Wrong!” she hissed. “Not mate! Wrong!”
She slammed Madame Hydra against the wall and punched a clawed hand clear through the woman’s midsection and into the wall. Instead of blood and guts, wires and metal spilled out of the gaping hole in “Madame Hydra’s” stomach. Hannah withdrew her hand and the android collapsed, twitching and babbling senselessly on the ground.
“Fake!” screeched Hannah, tossing her head back and chittering in rage. “Fake!” Two bulges briefly formed on the sides of her neck, she opened her mouth and spat out an orange jet of acid. Splashing against the wall with a hiss, it started eating through concrete and metal. Hannah screamed in inhuman fury, then unleashed more punches against the wall, demolishing the entire thing with just a few blows.
While Hannah was venting her rage, a small sphere popped out of the wreckage of the android and rolled along the floor, then sprouted eight legs. Like a tiny metal spider, it crawled away quickly, bearing its precious cargo.
When she’d reduced the wall to rubble, Hannah whirled around. Still furious, she brought her clawed foot up and stomped on the android’s head, crushing it and sending metal shrapnel flying. Her rage finally spent, she calmed down. There would be other victims. This laboratory would be a fine nest, to lure new prey as a spider does with its web. And that curvy pretty green-haired bitch would be hers one day, she knew it instinctively. Until then she had a faithful drone.
Hannah caressed the sticky organic resin cocooning Sarah, the changes were almost complete as the former medic’s body was now almost entirely covered with black veins. She would be ready soon, for pleasure. And then for service. The alien-human hybrid made a clicking noise of satisfaction. Things were really not so bad after all.
The real Madame Hydra smiled, watching the black alien mist dance and undulate within its container on her desk.
It had been a smart move to use a Life Model Decoy for the initial encounter with Hannah, instead of risking an in-person visit. The LMD had done its work perfectly. It had “fainted” when exposed to Hannah’s narcotic saliva, and recorded every aspect of its encounter with the mutated captain. Once destroyed, it had fulfilled the most important part of its mission—bringing her a sample of the alien bioweapon contained in Hannah’s cum.
The little metal spider had escaped by remotely reactivating the craft containing the stuff Hydra had taken from the ship and piloting it back to Hydra headquarters. Now her scientists were poring over the artifacts. They’d recovered bits of data, fragmented and heavily corrupted, and in an incomprehensible alien language, and her team was working around the clock to make sense of it. The bioweapon, however, was the true prize.
Hydra’s chief biologist entered Madame Hydra’s office, followed by his stunning blonde lab assistant. Dr. Weller was a harmless-looking white-haired old man, anyone passing him on the street would mistake him for a kindly grandfather. Nothing could be further from the truth though. Equal parts amoral and brilliant, he respected no ethical boundaries in his ruthless quest to unlock the hidden secrets of life. Experimentation on live human subjects, offensive biological warfare, cloning, manipulation of human germ lines, he did it all. He wasn’t motivated by ideology, he worked for Hydra because they gave him the freedom to do whatever he wanted and the resources he needed to do it.
Dr Weller bowed. “Hail Hydra, what are your orders, Madame?” he greeted her in his British accent.
“Take it to the biohazard level 5 lab,” commanded Madame Hydra, indicating the bioweapon sitting on her desk. “Break it down gene by gene, find out what makes our girl tick. This stuff has unlimited potential and I want to push it to the next level immediately. Your first priority is to to modify it so that the host retains her intelligence after infection. Increasing strength, speed, durability, and healing are also near the top of the list. You have unlimited resources to make this happen. Anything you need, money, manpower, equipment, it’s yours.“
Dr. Weller smiled. “This is the sort of challenge I’ve been waiting for,” he proclaimed. “A xeno-bioweapon with extreme mutagenic properties for Terran life forms, how remarkable!” Lost in wonder, he contemplated the alien substance on the Hydra leader’s desk for a few minutes before his eyes refocused. “Shall I get it ready for mass-production?“
“No,” said Madame Hydra. “I want a single-dose custom job, tailored for a unique individual. I’ll send you a sample of their cells so you can optimize the alien contagion for their genetic code.”
“As Hydra commands,” said Dr. Weller, bowing. “Christine, my dear, would you take care of this, please?” He handed the sample to his assistant.
“Certainly, Dr. Weller,” she chirped. A small panel slid open in her stomach. The assistant—or more precisely, the LMD—placed the alien sample inside “her” abdominal cavity and the panel slid shut.
“Stay here, Christine,“ ordered Madame Hydra. “I’ll send the cell sample with you once it arrives. Dr. Weller, you may go now and begin your preparations.”
“Yes, Madame,” said Dr. Weller, bowing again. “Hail Hydra!”
“Hail Hydra!” replied Madame Hydra as the scientist left.
The leader of Hydra swiveled her chair around and began tapping a pen against her teeth, thinking about the move she was about to make.
In order to eliminate all possibility of exposure to contagion, the level 5 lab was completely automated. Human employees weren’t allowed inside, it was staffed entirely by LMDs controlled remotely by human operators. It was surrounded with an energy field deadly to all organic life to ensure nothing living entered or exited without authorization. In case anything escaped, an emergency self-destruct system would trigger an anti-matter implosion. All that cost a lot of money, but it was worth it for what she proposed to do now.
It was time to get that cell sample. Madame Hydra cleaned her fingertip with an alcohol wipe. A drop of blood glittered crimson as she pricked it and squeezed the blood into a small vial. She put it in a sealed container and placed it inside Christine’s body.
“Deliver the samples, Christine,” ordered Madame Hydra. The android bowed and turned to leave.
Hannah was magnificent, a living weapon of incredible power and ferocity. But she was merely the prototype. She, Madame Hydra, would perfect the alien mutagen and then use it on herself. Hannah might be at the top of the evolutionary ladder now, but Madame Hydra would ascend at least a few rungs higher. No, to another level altogether. This gift of power from beyond the stars would make her a queen and let her remake Hydra, and then the world, in her image.