Project AFTER: The Badass Series
Book one: MM&M
Hey guys, FD here…I'm trying something a little different this time. A great leap from any of my other stories. This is sort of any original, but not completely. This is about a bad forum of people that mock other people's stories. They're really mean and they should be stopped at all costs!
One – The Rescue
Light foot-steps require excellent concentration and for the mind to be at ease; for all thoughts and distractions to melt away leaving only the desire to be silent behind. Under the shade of darkness she stalked the walls of the prison, slender body cloaked with a loose and extremely short black kimono. From between her breasts the screen of her cell phone lit up and she took a deep breath, feeling the familiar vibrations. She glanced around her, skilled feline eyes searching for any sign of the enemy. When she didn't see anyone, she picked up her phone and pressed its touch screen to accept the message.
From: 0908804370-205
Clear.
She swallowed and placed the phone back between her breasts. She took a deep breath and took another quick look around and when her area remained threat-free she took a few swift steps forward before turning on her heel and rushing towards the prison wall. Right before she hit it, she jumped into the air and grabbed at the concrete with her claws. She managed to make it up to the next level in one try, her well-trained muscles and keen sense of balance aiding her in her short-term struggle.
On the second level, she paused for a moment on the ledge to steady herself and to check for any prison guards. When she saw that it was clear—just as the message she received moments earlier from her contact had said—she jumped down from the ledge, feet hitting the concrete floor without a sound.
When she was steady again she looked to her left and then to her right, uncertain of which way to go. Though a few moments later, as if reading her mind, she felt her phone go off, vibrating softly from inside the upper half of her kimono. She pulled it out quickly and checked the new message she had received from her comrade.
From: 0908804370-205
Right. Staircase. Up.
The messages she received from this particular contact were kept short so they were confusing to anyone else who may be reading them. It was the type of communication they preferred; simple. She tucked the phone back into her kimono and ran to the right, quick and silent. She found the staircase easy enough and made her way up, keeping her speed.
Halfway up the aforementioned staircase, her pointed ears perked, hearing a noise that was out of the ordinary. She paused, skilled eyes catching a gleam from a flashlight at the top of the stairs. Her heartbeat sped up, adrenaline pumping though her veins, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She bit her lip, looking all around her for somewhere safe to hide. After a few panicked seconds she spotted an air duct over her head and albeit a little cliché she took it as her way out of being caught. She had to complete this mission; it was of the utmost importance.
She climbed up on the railing next to the stairs and scaled the wall before climbing into the duct with ease, squeezing her slender body in and replacing the cover just as the guard passed below her, the light of his flashlight spilling over the ground. She sighed with relief and agitation, pulling out her phone again and bringing up her last received message. She hit reply and sent a hasty text to her contact, explaining her…unfortunate situation.
To: 0908804370-205
Airduct. Mid-way. Stranded.
She waited a few moments, setting the phone in her lap and holding it tight between her hands. She tried to slow her racing heart, but it was useless. After a few panicked seconds of waiting for her contact to respond, she felt her phone vibrate. She took it from between her hands and opened the message, heart still pounding wildly.
From: 0908804370-205
Two over and up. With caution.
She slipped the phone back into her kimono with a sigh and proceeded forward in the air duct as quietly as she could, trying to minimize the soft clicks of her claws. For the most part, she managed, counting two vents over on the upper-side before sitting directly below the second vent and listening. She shut her large feline eyes, taking in a deep breath and she perked her pointed ears, trying to locate any movement on the floor above her.
When she didn't hear anything, she pushed the vent upwards, pushing her head up from the opening a little bit to check her surroundings. When she could determine that the area was, in fact, clear she set the top of the vent to the side and pulled herself up from the floor. She took another look around before sliding the top of the vent back into its place and taking a few slow steps. She walked around a corner, spotting another staircase and noticing that this one led up to the fourth floor, just one floor below the one where they were keeping her friends. She was almost there