Chapter 1: Escape
The sirens in the science facility blared at an alarming level, signalling that shit was going down. A robotic voice rang out over the intercom.
"Experiment 2531 is malfunctioning. All scientists contributing to the Bashful Extermination Causing Adolescent program report to the conference room. I repeat, all scientists contributing to the Bashful Extermination Causing Adolescent program report to the conference room for immediate debriefing and to plan a new course of action."
"Dr. Mitchell, do you know what's going on?" a frightened intern asked.
"No clue but I had better hurry. This prototype is the closest we've come to success. I need to figure out what went wrong."
The older man turned briskly walked away from the terrified boy, and into the conference room.
"So, what went wrong?" he asked as he took his seat at the head of the table.
In the test chamber, experiment 2531 threw her small frame against the glass, hoping to break the barrier that prevented her escape. The trial had been going well; the prototype had put on her test suit and had begun tackling each challenge that was presented to her. The hand to hand combat had been completed with ease, she had taken out the faceless robots with precisely placed punches and a variety of kicks. She even managed to take off a rusted head with a sharp uppercut of the elbow.
The next stage of the combat assessment had been weaponry. The prototype brushed her brunette hair out of her face and pulled out the knife that had been resting against her outer thigh, throwing it expertly through the air. It flipped twice before burying itself into the head of an advancing robot, pinning the flailing machine to the padded wall. The small assassin proceeded to draw a handgun; Glock 27 concealed in an ankle holster, and shot two rounds into each of the remaining robots. Double tap, just like her programming told her to.
Experiment 2531 spun around and sprinted towards the last robot, tackling it to the ground. She straddled the robot, pinning its legs and torso down with her body while using her free arm to keep her assailant's arms in a lock and holding the gun underneath the machine's chin. Taking a moment to control the adrenaline coursing through her body, the prototype looked up to the face of the machine. Where the robotic face should have been was a holographic face of a young girl. The green eyes, full of fear, looked up at experiment 2531 and that's when everything when to shit. The steel grip on the gun faltered. The prototype leapt off of the machine and sprinted to the other side of the test chamber.
She could see the scientists, taking notes in the observation box.
"What have you done to me?" she shouted. When no answer came, she tightened her grip on her glock and fired at the cowards in their white coats with startling accuracy. If the glass hadn't been bullet proof, the scientists would have been dead. The scientists stopped scribbling down their notes and looked at the girl with curiosity. One man was calculating the bullets trajectory if they had broken the glass. His face became very pale very quickly. Under the scrutiny of these strangers, Experiment 2531 began to throw herself at the glass that led out into the hallway. She could see lab assistants trailing after their older associates as she continued to throw herself against the glass.
When she realized there was no way in hell the glass was going to budge, she inspected the room she was trapped in. There was a door handle on one of the walls. Running over to her possible escape route caught the attention of the scientists.
"Do you think she saw the door?" asked a muffled voice, distinctly male.
"It won't matter. The door is locked. There's no way out of that room. Now go get the tranquilizer darts so we can end this session, before I fire your ass," replied a tense female.
When Experiment 2531 got to the door and tried the handle, it was indeed locked. She then attempted to kick the door down and shoulder barge it, neither of which worked. She then set about checking the various pockets on her suit. She found a switchblade in her back pocket. Whatever it was made of was strong enough to hold its own against the door but didn't have enough strength to pry open the exit. The prototype scanned the room again, desperate to find a way out. Her eyes rested on her gun, discarded in her attempt to break the glass. When she picked up the weapon the scientists held their breath, eager to see what the experiment would try next.
The small brunette checked how many bullets were left in her clip as she walked over to the door. Two—one for her escape and one for her back up plan.
"She's going to shoot at the door!" called out the male.
"It's bulletproof, we're not stupid. There is no way out of that room," asserted the woman, effectively shutting up Captain Obvious, "Interns," she muttered under her breath, shaking her head.
With her gun raised, the brunette fired but not at the door as the scientists had predicted. The door handle was significantly weaker than the rest of the door, and currently had a bullet hole which had popped the lock.
Without looking back, she swung the door outwards and walked out into a locker room as alarms blared throughout the facility. Pulling out her switch blade, she pried open one of the lockers. Inside was a pair of baggy jeans and a leather jacket. The brunette also grabbed the headphones out of the locker and slipped the items over her current outfit. With the new clothes she could easily pass as an intern leaving for the day. On her way out of the locker room, she grabbed extra ammunition as well as money from one of the wallets lying on the bench. Experiment 2531 pulled the headphones on, obscuring her face, and walked out of the facility without a second thought.
"So, what went wrong?" asked Dr. Mitchell.
"Everything was fine until we introduced the hologram. Hand to hand was excellent, weaponry was perfect. You should have seen the preciseness on the shot she fired at us," One woman gushed.
"She took out the robots with ease, so we threw a hologram into the mix," Spoke another.
"You did WHAT?! She wasn't ready to be subjected to that. We planned to fine tune the programing to erase the emotions of assassins. This was a test run on motor skills, not mental. Who authorised this?" Dr. Mitchell demanded as he slammed his fist on the table.
"That would be me; she was showing remarkable skill level. I thought it would be productive to test other aspects while the prototype was already in the test chamber. I was trying to move us ahead of schedule." A blonde replied while adjusting her glasses.
"What's your name and department?"
"Dr. Sheila Murray, research and development of physical performance."
"Well, Dr. Murray of physical performance, GET OUT OF MY CONFERENCE ROOM."
The blonde picked up her research notes and scurried out of sight.
"Okay, we've isolated the problem. The prototype wasn't equipped to take on the hologram. Where is the prototype now?"
"We don't know, sir," squeaked a small Asian intern, who nervously combed her already flat fringe.
"Shit, somebody gather the strike teams. We've got a code red."
A/N: Thanks for reading, and let me know what you think.