Extraction Point

"Are sure you're okay with this?" asked Baretti, staring down at the patient that was strapped into the table, "You're a world renowned killer, you know. This experiment could very well cost you your life."

"So what if it is?" chuckled the man on the table, "I'll tell you what, Blue. I have no wife, and my genitals have been blasted off to who knows what. I just want a small family to myself in a peaceful home. I've seen what the world has to offer. It's cruel, and I need someone to comfort me through the times I remember."

The man seemed to be in his late 40s. He had blonde hair, but it was noticeable that he had graying hairs nearing the back. He sported an eyepatch on his left eye, hiding the scar that he had attained during battle, coupled with a beard that he had grew fond of. For this occasion, he wore his most casual clothes: a t-shirt with 50% off written on top of it, and small shorts. This was Kill Shot, the renowned legendary mercenary: a C Ranked Rad-A with the ability to manipulate electricity, but only lightly.

"For a middle-aged man, you sure dress like a child," scoffed Baretti, "To think that this was the man who aided Seraph in his operations. Couldn't you have come here with your usual armor?"

"I won't to present a good first impressions to my children," smiled Kill Shot.

"I'll be sure to give them your regards," mumbled Baretti as he stepped out of the room.

Baretti wasn't lying when he said that the cloning process could kill Kill Shot. It took the DNA variations that composed Kill Shot, which with imprecise extraction, could lead to the destruction of the surrounding DNA, preventing him from using his normal bodily functions.

Of course, Kill Shot knew fully well, taking into account of his long cherished life. For a man who had seen the horrors of the apocalypse, and the nuclear war that followed after through the eyes and stories of his parents, as well as the books they've hoarded... he was ready to just remain a peaceful individual.

"I'll take this 50/50 with all I've got, Blue!" yelled Kill Shot from his chamber, "Hit me with all you got! Let me see my kids!"

...

"You fool..." mumbled Baretti as he pressed some buttons in the control panel, "It was a 0% survival rate from the start."

BZZZRTZZZT!

The molecules that composed Kill Shot began to rearrange as his DNA was being extracted from him, compiled into data into Baretti's cloning machine. As the DNA was being processed, the machine slowly made molecules and particles produced by grabbing "lentils" extracted from other sources of materials that Baretti had gathered for this project.

After three excruciatingly long minutes, the cloning process had been done, without a single word uttering from Kill Shot's mouth. Even if he could yell in agony, the extraction of his DNA prevented him from doing so. Baretti had no idea why this had happened, but he was more interested in the results. Multiple clones were produced in the selected habitats that composed the laboratory. These clones would become the start of Baretti's career in finding the most powerful Rad-A.

"Lovi... do you see this?" asked Baretti in joy.

"Yes sir," replied Lovi.

"You saw it too, didn't you? Kill Shot's Rad-A wasn't truly electricity. It was just the scratch. The tip of the iceberg. With these clones, we could fully bring out the potential of Kill Shot's Rad-A, and use it for the world."

"Please check up on Kill Shot, sir," mentioned Lovi.

"Fine, fine."

Baretti walked towards the chamber that once held Kill Shot. He was almost a glob of mess on the table, barely composing of the molecules that had once built his foundation for existing.

"You can see me, can't you, Kill Shot?" asked Baretti.

The muddied mess popped a bubble. Baretti was not upset at the sight of Kill Shot. He was only slightly disturbed that the glob was mostly made out of blood and skin. It wasn't something a human should go through, and he was sure it was going to be painful all the way to his death.

"So you can still understand my words. It's a shame I couldn't experiment your remains as well, Kill Shot."

The mess bubbled.

"The experiment was a success. You have multiple children under your care. All exact replicas of you with some variations in gender. I hope you're proud."

The mess bubbled.

"You don't have much time left though, do you? Don't worry. I'll tell your 'children' all about you. After all, I'll be in charge of them from now on."

The mess bubbled, almost as if it interrupted Baretti.

"Let go of your mindless frustrations and die peacefully, Kill Shot. After all, you wanted true peace right?

Find some peace in heaven. It'd be unlucky if your murders have landed you in hell."