Deciphering The Past - 07 - On Your Marks

Story by DiceVolti on SoFurry

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#7 of Deciphering The Past


After about a twenty-minute car ride outside of the city, they arrive in a small clearing on the cost side. On one side, the beach can be seen through the trees and on the other side, the forest spreads endlessly. A gentle breeze from the sea cools down the sunny atmosphere, making it a perfect day to go exercise outside without risking a heat stroke or anything alike. Static smiles as he sets his backpack down and takes four bracelets out of the smallest backpack pocket.

"Alright, here we are. This place is far enough from the city so we can make any ruckus we want to do...as long as we respect the environment of course. I stumbled upon this place a few years ago and it has been a great escape from the city pretty often. When I needed to think or meditate on my experiments and didn't want to be disturbed, I would come here so please...keep it to yourselves alright?" He equips one bracelet on his right forearm and gently taps the surface of it, making a hologram appears and showcasing something that looks like an armor set. The Doc gives a bracelet to Oswald and Donald before putting the last bracelet back in his backpack. "Those bracelets showcase different types of armor that can be virtualized right on you. You probably saw some of those on the market, they are quite famous but the ones I gave to you are from the army's editions. The armors are made to handle a certain amount of impacts from bullets and other projectiles. To spawn one, double tap on the bracelet and you will see an armor on display. Wipe to the left to see other armors and once you have one that you like, just tap on the hologram once." Static taps on the armor projection from his bracelet and in an instance, white holographic armor plates with hexagonal texture fades in covering his chest, both of his shins, thighs, forearms, upper arms and head.

"Woah." Donald equips his bracelet and activates the first armor as well. "It fits me as well." He exclaims happily as he watches Oswald activates his armor.

"The bracelet scans your morphology and digitalizes the armor pads according to it." Static opens the main backpack pocket and takes a smaller case out. "Alright Mickey, now that we have the armors on, we will now train, and don't worry about the armors, they can handle pretty much anything in the bullet category."

"About that...I hope they can really handle a lot of damages." Mickey gives a few gently knock on the armor plate of Static with his right fist, looking a bit anxious at the idea of training directly on his friends.

"Again, do not worry about that Mickey. Just don't go to hard on us alright?" Static gives a thumb up. "Actually, we should warm up first."

"That would be pretty wise actually." Donald stretches his back backward, getting a few cracking noises in return. "Ahhhh that's the spot."

"Sheesh man, you need train more often. Maybe I should take you to the gym with me." Oswald nearly laughs at Donald while he has no issues bending forward, reaching his feet with both hands.

"Don't you dare do that...I will die of exhaustion and my body will aches forever..." Donald protests.

"Pffff, come on Donald, you are completely out of shape right now. Workout and you will quickly be back to your old self, you know, when you had good stamina and agility." Oswald comments back.

"While you guys have a nice talk, I'm going to run back and forth a few times." Mickey nearly snickers before running away at a jogging pace. The trio watches him with great interest as they do their own stretching. About five minutes later, Oswald spots his little brother sprinting back and he notices that he is faster, much faster than a regular sprinter.

"Hey Static, is it me or is Mickey faster than a regular sprinter?" He turns his attention to Static who is now carefully studying Mickey's pace.

"Well, now that you mention it, he does seem faster than the average for sure."

It takes a few moments for Mickey to reach the waiting trio and once he stops near them, he hops in place, grinning happily. "Oh man, that feels good." He exclaims. "I'm ready for some training doc, what do you have in store for us?"

"You mean..." Oswald quickly jumps in "What does he have for you? I mean, I do understand that we will practice all together but it's for you."

"We will jump a few steps and go straight to the point." Static explains what he has in mind.

The group trains the whole afternoon on various activities and exercises. The session turns out very to be extremely beneficial for multiple reasons. First of all, they learned a lot more on Mickey's abilities and how he reacts to several scenario cases; which was and still is unpredictable because of his instincts colliding or I should say fusing with his vaewolf side. Second of all, the others also learned a few tactics to counter the mouse incase something awry happens and it gave them a moral and confidence boost. Lastly, Mickey is also powerless in the sun. His enhancements are still working fine but if he wants to use his prehensible claws or vampirism, he has to be covered tip to toes which is proven by taking his hoodie off or wearing it on again.

They drive back to Static's house around six o'clock and to their surprises, the mouse is not tired one bit. In fact, all this training made him even more energetic.

"Hey Static? If they find even more files on how they changed me...do you think you can continue the experiment on me?" Mickey crosses his arms, tapping a finger on his other arm while giving a serious look at his friend behind the driving wheel. This question itself nearly makes the doc jumps in his seat while Oswald and Donald who are nearly sleeping just have a bust of energy.

"What the fuck did you just said? Are you mad? I will not experiment on you. There is way too much risks here and I won't play with luck or the devil for that." Static answers rather sternly.

"I am asking because now we know that I am not the only one to be modified and such. I'm the first successful prototype. Doesn't that scare you?"

"I know where you are going with it and I still won't do it...unless it becomes an extreme necessity. Mickey, you could have died on each enhancement, on each operation, consider yourself lucky to be alive...just stop here." Static hopes that his friend would reconsider his demand.

"...no..." the mouse nearly whispers, his body visibly shaking slightly.

"Mickey, this is ridiculous. Listen to him." Oswald nearly pleads his brother. "You cannot be changed by the activation of a switch."

"...I know that Ossie. I know, but...I do not want to...to just be a prototype. A prototype, in my case is weak. I know that I managed to fight my way out by outsmarting bigger and stronger enemies before but this is whole new level...a level where I do not want to rely on outsmarting my opponent."

"Touché." Donald whisper, thinking out loud.

"...I will do research first but do not expected me to just do it like that. I am not comfortable for what you are asking me and I will not do it before I have every single files that I need for it. Deal?"

"...deal."

"Good, let's drop you out at Minnie's house then. This was a productive day. We will see how things pans out tomorrow in the meantime, rest. Oh, and I will see if I can buy and modify a few clothing with a hoodie that will not drop off that easily." Static offers.

"I can help with you with that." Donald's interest perks up. "I know a few clothing lines that could work for that."

"Awesome, we will buy a few, tomorrow. Sounds good to meet up tomorrow Donald?" Static asks.

"Yeah, no problem." The duck nods.

They arrive at Minnie's house and the trio walks out of the car, waving good bye to Static as he drives off to his house.

"That was fun." Mickey comments as they walk past the garden gate.

"Well...I hope you had a lot of fun as your days are counted buddy." A white anthropomorphic eagle wearing a white lab coat with a big, red, diagonal lightning and matching gloves stands a few meters away on the sidewalk with a smirk on his face.

"Emil Eagle." Mickey's expression changes from surprised to angry in a matter of seconds. "What the hell are you doing here?"