Marco stood in the middle of a room about 40 by 40 feet wide. It was completely gray, even the door he came through blended into the wall. The only discernable feature was a wide window that began about 30 feet from the floor.
"Okay Marco, you can summon your gun." The woman's voice reverberated through the room through some sort of loudspeaker system. He looked down at his artificial hand, his fingers glowed brighter than last time as well as the white color of the prosthesis. He summoned his gun.
It was exactly the same as before, he rubbed his other thumb along the slide. He quite liked the contrast of the dark purple blade against the white barrel with bright green streaks.
"Your arm now contains your case upgrades, usually it is too strenuous on the body for even a handler or a carrier, but we believe that with your..." There was a second of silence as she chose her words. "...other enhancements, your body can handle it."
Marco looked confused and turned to the window. "What about Lyle? I saw that big thing in his chest, what was that?"
There was another brief period of silence, Dr. Aubert spoke again. "Lyle's chest implant is far more rudimentary, I can't go into specifics for safety reasons. Yours may not be as powerful, but it should be way more... consistent."
Marco shrugged and turned back. A slit opened the wall down the middle, it opened to stacks on top of stacks of targets, some moving, bigger or smaller than others and even flashing in and out. So much so that anyone with trypophobia might be put off.
"When we start, the targets will be green, blue and red. Green you can hit anywhere, blue you can in their inner rings, for red you have to hit a bullseye." Marco tested his sights, his gun had none, but through his eye he could see where the bullet would go.
"I'm ready." He yelled. "You don't need to yell Marco, we can hear you with your voice down."
There a loud buzzer rung, the targets immediately changed color. His weapon felt light as he fired, the usual kickback he had to control became effortless as it seemed his arm adjusted for it. Shot after shot, he didn't miss a single one. He turned to the window, aimed at it and fired. The test ended, there was a period of silence.
"Good awareness, Marco." The woman spoke again, he had noticed that whenever the targets flicked, they would move to a different spot. However, there was a singular target that as it moved, didn't show up anywhere else. Either it was going nowhere, or it was outside of his field of view, the only spot he couldn't see as he flicked from target to target was somewhere straight behind him. The height was at best a gander, he lifted his gun over his head and lowered it, the instant the barrel pointed at the target, he pulled the trigger.
His gun steamed, the polymer waved the air around it due to the heat. All in all it took him about 20 seconds to shoot 35 targets. It was odd to him not having to wait between each, the overheating was a big no no just due to the fact that it put strain on the arbiter.
His aim was not yet perfectly adjusted, he hit all the targets but not all spot on.
"Next, all the targets will only be blue and red, ready?" He nodded as the buzzer rang, hitting all the targets once again. He spun the gun around the trigger like a cowboy and went to holster it, the heat burned through his hospital gown and burned a bit of his skin before he pulled it away. He looked at himself, he didnt feel naked but he didn't have anything under the gown.
He looked up at the window and waved the gun in the air, "can I get some proper clothes today, please?" "Yes of course, now on to the final one?" He aimed his gun back up, ready to start. He felt a sharp sting on both his left knuckle and right palm.
His grip on the gun loosened, it dissipated right before it hit the ground. He bent over and spilled the contents of his stomach, or lack thereof. He was on his knees with his palms on the floor, the throw up was clear like spit.
His vision was fuzzy, warping in and out as if it was panning back and forth. He looked down at his left hand, the blade now gone from his knuckle. The door slid open and two men grabbed him from under his forearms and dragged him up and away. He closed his eyes as he faded to darkness.