Metropolitan Police HQ
Sir John Steven's Office
It was all going rather splendidly well. Successive promotions for the team, and now to his great delight, Katie had told him she was pregnant. Stevens knew that he would die -again - one day, and that he wouldnt always be able to thwart death. There was however a perfect way for him to stay 'alive'. Cloning.
He had tried cloning before of course, but the fact was those were not really human beings, but monsters governed by micro-chips and oil. No, this baby would be flesh and blood and already had part of his DNA pattern, all that would require was the replacement of the Katie DNA with his own and there would be a brand new John Stevens. He had even taken the liberty of having his memories transfered to a 'holding cell'. Once the child was old enough, Stevens would have his memories and anything else that made him 'him', transfer over and he would have a fresh, new body that would last even longer than this ailing wreck he was in. It was perfect....
As he wallowed in thought, planning how he could effectively live for ever and rule the world, the door burst open and PM7 came in looking rather flushed. 'I'm afraid I have some bad news for you John. Its Raptor.'
'For f*ck sake, hes not been caught exposing himself in the park again has he. I told him if he kept doing that, we'd have to get rid of him. I cant have people impinging on my territory.'
'No Boss its not that. Its.... well hes dead. He shot himself'.
'And the bad news?'
'He's made a hell of a mess of the hotel room, and they want compensation. But really boss, Raptor is dead. Dead! Get it?'
Stevens did get it. 'Very well have the room cleaned up then chuck the body in the Thames. We'll say he got homesick and went back to Groningen. Its not as if he was anyone important.'
Stevens paused for a moment, then added 'Before dumping him, have the lab store some of his DNA. It might be worth re creating him for scientific purposes.'
'Save his memories?'
'Of course not. The guys was as f*cked up as they come, nothing worth saving. No, lets have a fresh template to work with.'
PM7 left, and Sir John Stevens leaned back in hea seat smiling. So Raptor was gone, and now he could make a new Raptor, one in His own image. Life was starting to get interesting.
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