The First: EVO Uprising (9 page)

“
Maxine,” Erica requested again, “please bring up sequence theory 091312.”
 

The holographic globe in the middle of the room
disappeared as a simulated projection of Sophia flying toward a nuclear warhead appeared.
 

“
It’s all just a theory, but when our girl slammed into that nuke she must have taken some considerable damage. I’m thinking deep tissue damage, maybe even more,” she began her explanation, “those cells, however, didn’t burn up and die, they regenerated into a viral form, multiplied, and went airborne allowing the winds to take it to the four corners of the earth thereafter contaminating our air, food, and water supply. As it infected a host, it either killed, remained dormant, or in the case of you and I, systematically destroyed our normal cells while replicating new ones in its place rewriting our DNA; turning us into who we are now. She is our “mother” so to speak, responsible for giving birth to the entire superhuman race.”
 

The holographic image changed displaying her abilities in detail.
 

“
EVOs are designated classes one to ten based on their ability to cause destruction from a city block to an actual city with the scale being Manhattan,” Erica pointed out. “Ms. Dennison has no designated class, since her powers can devastate on a continental, maybe even planetary level. She is stronger and faster than any EVO on this planet, impervious to conventional firepower including energy based weapons and nuclear armament, immune to any and all diseases, and for all intense and purposes immortal.”  
 

“
Where is she now?” Abe inquired.
 

Erica pulled up the holographic globe once again.

“
Right there,” she pointed to a lit up blip, “one thing she can’t do is hide; she emits some kind of bio-energy signature that lights up like a dwarf star. She raised her own island the size of half of Brazil from out of the ocean in the middle of the Pacific…”
 

“
Wait,” Rogers paused her. “What do you mean
“raised?”
 

“
I mean she descended to the deepest depths of the ocean,” explained Erica slowly, “where she either plowed or blasted her way underneath the Earth’s crust all the way down to the tectonic plates, broke a piece free and pushed it up to the surface. Then she started terraforming it. She began with swiping trees from different forests around the planet, especially ones that would have been the victims of big business. The whole process took about six to eight months to complete, which is nothing for someone who does not need to sleep.”
 

Erica projected a detailed image of the large ghost land mass. The first thought she could tell was swimming in his head based on his facial expression was why this was not headlining news anywhere.
 

“
No one knows about this?” asked Rogers looking at the globe.
 

“
The majority of the general public around the planet
does not
know about this,” Erica said. “Every government and scientist on the planet
does
know about this. They also attempted to show Ms. Dennison how unpleased they were with her little project.”
 

The holographic globe disappeared again as another video began to play.
 

“
Behold the ass kicking never televised,” Lady Tech narrated, “Russia and the U.S. in a joint Co-Op mission sends in the Siberian Machine, the leader of the Russian superhuman unit Утюг Спецназ, which stands for “Iron Spetsnaz” and Captain Omega, who for some reason volunteered for this harebrained scheme, to either capture or terminate Ms. Dennison on sight. Both are Class 10 ranked Titans with exceptional durability, endurance, and strength lifting within or above the eighty-five thousand to one hundred thousand ton range. Parts of the footage were slo-moed over a thousand times just to see what actually happened. Oh, by the way, I
have it on good knowledge the fight actually started due to the Siberian Machine saying some very disparaging things about Ms. Dennison and her mother.”
 

The audio system boomed with the sounds of gods warring. Rogers watched as a woman with dreads in a black and yellow wetsuit, was in the middle of fending off two of the most powerfully recorded EVO Titans on the planet with a combination of Muay Thai and Krav Maga techniques.
 

“
For a doctor, she has some moves,” Rogers respectfully nodded.
 

“
That’s thanks to her photographic and muscle memory,” Erica smirked.
 

“
What do you mean?” Rogers turned to her.
 

“
She can retain anything she sees, hears, or reads like a super computer,” she explained, “probably works with scent too. Anyway, this not only allows her to obtain a vast amount of knowledge and speak basically every language on the planet, but it also allows her to duplicate a physical movement just by seeing it performed one time as long as it’s within her physical capability, which as you can see are pretty vast. She’s also immune to mental attacks and mind reading.”
 

Blows capable of reducing a skyscraper to rubble she blocked and defended, but that was not all that Abe saw. Even the most trained combatant ducked or evaded a blow to either get some breathing room or mount an offense. Sophia not only blocked every punch and kick thrown at her, she stepped into the blows, which was an offense on its own as she knocked each man backwards every time they struck her.
 

It was similar to watching toddlers playfully pushed around by a larger adult.

She was controlling the fight. Her offensive maneuvers were positioning the Captain and the Machine where she
wanted them to be.
 

As she purposely allowed them to flank her on both sides, both men with a split second eye contact came up with the idea to shoot and tackle her at the same time. That one unified attack defined the difference in power between the three combatants.
 

Sand exploded into the air as Sophia charged the Siberian Machine shattering his shoot attempt with an NFL style shoulder tackle, which knocked a man twice her size backwards almost six feet into the air, and twenty yards across the three-day-old beach.
 

As the Russian went crashing in a painful and awkward way, Captain Omega who regained his footing after missing his initial shoot attempt, kicked up sand of his own as he attempted another tackle. As the former All American from Virginia came in for a sack that could derail a freight train, Sophia dug her toes into the sand assuming a football stance of her own. With a burst of force with a distance of only three inches per Erica’s readings, she derailed the unstoppable force known as Captain Omega.
 

To Rogers it was like watching a motorcyclist from one of those reality television shows slamming into a brick wall going sixty miles an hour and wondering how they survived. The Captain’s neck snapped back violently as he too was lifted off his feet before coming down on the upper part of his shoulders. As the rest of his body came down, he folded like a lawn chair. Erica who viewed the footage multiple times still winced from watching the brutal blow.
 

It was clear to Rogers what Sophia was doing. With her speed and apparent hand-to-hand combat skill, she could easily have dismantled the super-powered duo with a couple of well-placed strikes.  
 

She, however, was looking to etch this fight into their skulls.
 

As the Captain groaned slowly unfolding himself from his painful position, Sophia continued her lesson on the slow rising Russian. This time she took the offense blasting across the sand with a sonic boom sprint on her newly raised island darting straight towards the Machine. Just before impact, she had to hop to hit her six inches taller target. With a clothesline that would make the legendary Stan Hansen wet himself in Rogers’ eye, Sophia dismantled the Machine turning him inside out. He crashed back down to the semi-moist sand once again never to rise. Only a fluttering groan signified that he was still breathing.
 

As she looked down at the semi-conscious Russian, a roaring Captain Omega back up on his feet came out of nowhere using his pistons for legs to propel him back into the fight hitting Sophia across the face with an earth quaking superman punch. He followed up with a full on assault of lefts and rights delivering face and body shots staggering her.
 

Rogers knew it was not the case; she saw him coming a mile away and could have swatted him out of midair. Instead, she chose to drop her guard allowing him to wail away at her. Readings showed that the Captain had struck Sophia over twenty times and counting with thunderous blows that could total a tank. It appeared as if the Captain was winning with each blow.
 

The grin on her face said otherwise.
 

Even with Sophia’s tremendous durability and endurance, the sand she stood on could not hold her in place to withstand Captain Omega’s devastating hits causing her to slide around every time he struck her.
 

The tale ended with her catching one of his missile blows in mid strike. She followed up with a brutal gut check to a man he saw single handily pull two aircraft carriers to shore with just a steel chain for a charity benefit a year ago. It echoed throughout the central command with the distinct sound of hammered bone cracked by a sledgehammer.
 

 
The punch lifted him six feet off the ground, dropping him to his knees in defeat. Ms. Dennison grabbed him by the front of his leather red and blue cosmic themed costume with one arm draping him up. She slowly began to ascend to the sky with him, kicking up a sand storm partially covering the Machine.
 

She was sending a message to those watching aboard the USS George H.W. Bush.
 

The audio could not pick up what she was saying, but it was not hard to read her lips, “Don’t come back.”
 

Even with his regenerative healing being several times greater than Rogers, he still could not recover from the fight ending body blow. At his weakened state, she could have done anything she wanted with him. She decided on something a little humiliating. Rearing back her head, she cracked him in the skull with a nose splitting headbutt that made his whole body shake. The Captain went limp in her grip like a puppet on a string.
 

Sophia descended back down to the Earth to collect the downed Machine on his hands and knees still shaken from the pro wrestling lariat she used to take him down.
 

She grabbed him by the pants of his red, white, and blue costume military attire and flew them back to the US aircraft carrier they sailed on. She gently dropped them onto the deck of the ship in front of a shocked and terrified crew and captain.
 

“
They will recover,” she said. “The Captain’s ribs are cracked, so keep him straight so they have a chance to heal properly.”  
 

With no more words, she rocketed off diving into the ocean. The USS George H.W. Bush violently shook and groaned, as everyone on deck screamed while fighting to keep their balance. Another view from a Russian class destroyer that accompanied the carrier named Sovremenny caught footage of Sophia physically lifting the 102,000 long tons vessel up a good twenty feet into
the air.
 

She used her propulsion to twist slowly in midair, rotating the building size carrier along with her so as not to break it in half before lowering it back into the ocean. Rising from the waters once more, she grasped the rear of the ship, and with just a simple one-arm push sent it sailing like a paper boat back from whence it came never to return.
 

At the end of the feed, Rogers stepped back. His face was the same impenetrable stone expression, but his body language revealed the footage rocked even him.

“
I don’t understand,” Abe turned to Lady Tech, “why did they send in a two man team? The Russian team is a six man crew alone.”
 

“
Yeah that would be the logical response,” she coughed, “but the speedsters would have just got in the way, and energy based EVOs would only make it worse. She can absorb energy attacks increasing her strength.”
 

“
How does she possess this array of abilities?” Rogers asked while one of his eyebrows raised.
 

“
Ms. Dennison’s primary talent, which no EVO on the planet has,” Erica explained, “is the ability to not only regenerate when injured, but to build physical defenses preventing her from being hurt the same way twice. The tradeoff is she sometimes acquires powerful offensive abilities.”   
 

“
So the more you try to hurt her,” Rogers concluded, “The stronger she gets.”
 

“
Very good,” Lady Tech nodded, “After the much failed mission, an emergency UN Security Council meeting was called in secret. By a unanimous decision, they categorized Ms. Dennison as a “force of nature,” advising no further confrontation with her under any circumstances. She can go wherever she pleases, war torn countries hold a cease-fire whenever she is in town,
and Al-Qaeda and ISIS scatter like roaches when she shows up in their region. Her island will never be mapped, and a five thousand mile radius around it is designated as a no fly and sail zone. Also under the advisement of their governments, almost every major news network on the planet has agreed not to cover her. She also keeps an ultra low profile and has a cute knack for emitting a small burst electromagnetic pulse to ensure she doesn’t become a YouTube or Vine exclusive. The woman loves her privacy.”