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Operative K was grinning as he and Operative O were beside Operative H in the lab, with Agent Alpha observing.
Before them, unable to move even one of its fake imitation limbs, was the ghost calling itself Invisio-Bill. The ghost had reverted to its human disguise, but they knew better. The ghost looked at them with fake emotions of fear and dread in its falsely blue eyes. The muzzle was tight across its jaws, keeping them firmly clamped closed. No, the ghost didn't need to eat or drink.
All hints of clothing were removed, exposing the ghost's falsely human form.
"Scalpel." Operative H said to Operative O, who handed it over eagerly. There was no need to put the ghost under, it was not a human being. No, they would relish hearing its screeches and screams.
The scalpel hit bare false flesh, causing the ghost to screech and thrash against the bands holding down its limbs and main body. But the body didn't move, allowing Operative H to make a nice, clean slice down the fake chest. As soon as the blade cut through, there was a viscous liquid that poured out, but whatever color it was, the operatives didn't care. All they wanted was to experiment on and torture the ghost.
Exposed false innards were shown as the pieces of fake flesh were peeled back like plastic covering on a meat package, and pinned in place. Seeing the fake innards intrigued the operatives.
"So, where shall we begin?" Operative K asked in a sinister tone, a sadistic smile on his face.
"Ooooh, let's start with the left side! I see the fake heart is beating! I wonder if it reacts like a real human heart if exposed to electricity." Operative H cackled.
Danny was scared. This was it. It seemed that no one could save him now. It was over for him. The GiW finally had him in their hands, and they were about to perform actual painful experiments on him. His chest was open, exposing his lungs, stomach, heart, ribs, and even his throat and windpipe. His whole torso was on fire with sharp, hot, unrelenting pain. He could feel everything, even his own flesh peeled back and pinned in place.
The muzzle prevented him from crying out, screaming for help. It wasn't fair. All he did was help people, and now, he was going to be examined as a mere lab rat! He closed his eyes, tears falling from his barely uncovered eyes.
Several unmarked cars, save for federal government license plates, were gathered outside the Ghost Investigation Ward's headquarters. But there were also several marked FBI and police cars as well.
One of the people outside the GiW HQ walked up, on his vest the letters of IRS-CI standing out. Yes, the Internal Revenue Service's Criminal Investigation unit was on scene. It was a criminal case several years in the making; the GiW had been forging documents saying they were paying their taxes, but there had never been a payment made based on past bank activity from the agency's own funds.
Criminal Investigator Henry Wallace scowled as he looked at the FBI agents on scene. Yes, this was a government agency they were raiding, but it was one that had been refusing to pay taxes, and committing evasion of such; it was unheard of for a government agency to commit such acts.
Looking at the head of the FBI raid team, Lieutenant Kassi Dupre, he gave a nod. She nodded back before looking at the assembled field agents for both the IRS-CI and FBI. Police officers were also on standby, as were SWAT; the GiW was rumored to have tanks of all things, so Investigator Wallace was unsure of how they would handle it, as SWAT didn't usually have the means to take down such a vehicle. That normally fell to the normal military.
"All agents, standby." Lt. Dupre said as she adjusted her helmet. "We move in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... NOW!"
The raid team was in motion at the mere sound of her voice.
In a matter of minutes, with the alarms being disabled by SWAT, the raid team was in the headquarters of the Ghost Investigation Ward, all 'operatives' in the building being rounded up and, if they resisted arrest, taken down by force. Gunfire was rarely heard during raids on places or people committing tax evasion or other such crimes, but in this case, the gunfire was much more frequent than usual.
"Where is your boss?" Investigator Wallace growled out to a male operative in white.
"M-Main lab... 5 stories underground!" The man squeaked out.
"All special agents, we're heading down to the main lab!" Investigator Wallace called out.
The raid team made a beeline for the stairs. Lt. Dupre was with the team, reaching the main door to the stairs first. She kicked in the door, revealing the dank stairwell that was barely lit save for dim yellowish lights.
"This way!" She called, leading the raid team down.
The team reached the bottom-most level, with Lt. Dupre also kicking down the door to lead into the brightly lit hallway. There was but one door at the end of the hallway. Something about that seemed ominous to the raid team's members.
Slowly, the raid team approached the door, with Investigator Wallace and Lt. Dupre reaching the door first, one of them on either side of it.
One of the raid team's members, a, FBI agent, hooked up a device to override the locking mechanism of the door. The device worked for a few moments before the door was unlocked. Pulling back, Lt. Dupre gave the man a nod, as he nodded back. The door hissed open, only for Investigator Wallace to look at a SWAT team member who nodded before throwing in a smoke grenade.
Smoke instantly filled the room as Lt. Dupre gave the order. "Go, go, go!"
"All operatives here, freeze and put your hands in the air!" Investigator Wallace ordered as the raid team spread out in the large room.
The smoke slowly cleared, allowing the IRS-CI and FBI agents in the room a good, clear view once it was cleared. Agent Alpha, along with three operatives, were on the ground in shock, but that was not what Lt. Dupre and Investigator Wallace were focuses on. No, they were focused on the clearly living boy who was strapped down like a lab rat, muzzled, and had his chest cut wide open in a perfect example of a high-school frog dissection. The kid wasn't even sedated, his eyes showing clear pain, panic, and just plain, unrestrained, fear.
"Holy shit..." Investigator Wallace breathed as Lt. Dupre's eyes drifted over to the operatives on the floor. Her eyes were wide and asking several questions, but namely 'Are you even human?!'
"Someone call 911 and get EMTs down here yesterday!" Investigator Wallace ordered in a rage. "It seems we have more than tax evasion going on here, and the President will want to hear about this!"
Agent Alpha looked at one of his operatives. "'Tax evasion'? I thought you were paying our taxes!"
"Um... I thought Operative T was." The operatives in question replied sheepishly.
Agent Alpha glared at the operative. "Operative T handles our weapons development!"
"Then Operative D?"
"He handles testing!"
"Then Operative J?"
"Was anyone paying our taxes?!" Agent Alpha shouted as he was hauled out with the other three operatives.
"How was I supposed to know I actually had to pay our taxes!" The operative exclaimed, their voices fading down the hallway.
Looking back at the poor boy the four operatives had been torturing, Investigator Wallace sighed. This was one raid he wouldn't forget anytime soon...