A Blast from the Past
a/n: Takes place during Target: Consortium. Just an idea that popped into my head...and refudes to leave until I wrote it ; )
"Ugh, you find the nanite. I'll be a diversion."
The jungle cat ran towards the two black pawns that threatened to stop their plan. They began to fire at the furry creature, and seemed to forget that Rex was still there. The teen used this opportunity to escape into a nearby hallway in an attempt to find meta-nanite.
He ended up in a hallway that provided a dead end with a view of a see-through door guarded by two pawns. Only two? You'd think there'd be a whole chess-board of them... Rex thought. He effortlessly disarmed and disabled the two black pawns. Behind the two downed agents lay a clear glass door that held the perfect view of five men sitting around a high-tech looking table.
Rex approached the door, triggering the motion sensor that told the doors to slide open with a hiss. The five men turned towards the noise.
"So...you're the Consortium," the teen thought out loud.
"Is that you, Salazar?" one of the men spoke with a smirk on his face. It was Roswell...or maybe Reddick. Maybe I should have taken notes. "It's been a long time. I'm surprised to see you here...alive."
"You...what?" Rex asked confusedly. "I-I don't remember you," he admitted.
"Is that so?" another member spoke up.
"What a shame," a third chimed in.
"Well, maybe this will help refresh your memory," Roswell said as he pulled out a gun from his coat pocket. He aimed the gun at the humanoid EVO and pulled the trigger before Rex could register what happened.
a/n: Sorry if it's confusing. This was the first drabble I've written, and the first without really thinking it through. Essentially, Rex confronted the Consortium, who shot him. [In this story] they were the ones who injured him six years ago (why he needed the nanites).