Rescuing CyberZon Team

You can make a career out of untethered wandering, and I got out before my stop for that purpose. No purpose, just wandering; trying to step where the legos lock right. But I discovered something: a clean and fertile dumpster, where someone had shed art books in French, and two huge plexiglassed posterboards with half an illustrated narrative glued on. Clearly drawn and scripted by one or more 14-year-old girls, the part I found includes a blonde Cyborg named Shaqeuia, rendered in Anime’s gaping eyes and elven hairstyles, who has recently emerged from an unspecified physical challenge. Here is an excerpt. Copyright whomever threw it away.
As Shaqeuia is taken away for surgery and repair, Jeanette becomes alarmed. She realizes that one of the other women who is part of the CyberZon team has been absent from the laboratory for days.
The Clone enters the room. “Everything was a success,” she says to Jeanette. Shaqueia should be on here feet by tomorrow.”
“Shhhh,” Jeanette says quietly. “Clone, whats’ that noise?”
With a thud, someone appears in the room: a Werewolf. Jeanette is stunned. Instantly, one of Yalitza’s memories begins to ring in the Clone’s head—like a warning. The Clone rubs the area in the back of her head, where the memory chip is buried. She is concentrated hard to hear the words.
“Someone with large teeth will apear to be the enemy, but once a weight falls from her neck, she will become a friend.”
MORE STUFF HAPPENS, then:
The Werewolf begins to howl with relief. “It’s me, Tanya, the lab assistant!” Jeanette tries to imagine Tanya beneath all that hair. The Werewolf continues, “When Yalitza and Shaqueia left, I found a government agent surfing through our Mainframe, trying to find the diagram for the Project Blender Spaceship we have been developing for MArs. When he saw me, he hit me over the head with something, and when I woke up, I was in Washington. They altered my genetic structure and made me into a werewolf. But even as a werewolf, I wouldn’t do what they said. Then they put this medallion around my neck. It was controlling my mind.
Deep, no?