Blowing Up Cactuses

that's the unnoficial title, caus I had to save it as SOMETHING

Chapter the First – Luke
I sometimes wonder what I would look like to someone outside our unit. In turn, I wonder what the whole corporation would look like to a Perfect. We would probably look like something else entirely, with our scars and burns, our mismatched, dirty clothing and lethal, innovative weapons. I know what we look like to the government, though: dangerous, wanted, to be destroyed. I can tell one thing, though. Our unit is all we have in life.

Unit 57 is the head of Mission and Retrieval. It is a unit of 45 members and rising, yet we are not the largest. Unit 23, Experimental Chemical Testing has 114 permanent members, yet they hold the most non-mission related deaths. Their toll is about 20 members a month. They even had to create a sub-unit to find Perfects for their testing. If a tester Perfect is lucky, they can even become a permanent. They usually die before then, though.
57 is a medium sized unit of all-permanents. Aero (23587) and I (50310) are head, so we oversee departures, imports, exports, and basic financing and weapons our unit receives. We also trade off as a head-of-mission. Aero is the head-of-mission next. We received a summons not too long ago from Chief San (18593), saying she was sending a mission to Kansas for materials and whatever clothing the mission can salvage. Both were running low. She also set up a hearing, for 23’s sub-unit recruited 10 Perfects that needed to be approved. As one of the chairs to the hearings, I was to attend.

My name is Luke, and my number is 50310. I respond better to the latter. Aero has been at my side since junior year, and he is the reason we’re both inside the corporation. We are a unit inside our unit, as I heard someone say once. That someone was killed later by his own weapon. I have been in the corporation since almost the beginning, so I am one of the most damaged. My left side is badly burned, but healed and my body up to my neck is a crisscross of scars. I have all my limbs, joints, and organs. I am very, very lucky. My eyes are chemically a whitish-blue, because back then, the Testing unit didn’t have their own subjects to experiment on. Also, my hair has been dyed orange.

This is obviously unfinished, but as this is a preview, I thought it was okay

Luke:


Aero: