I do not own "The Ghost Brigades." It is owned by John Scalzi, except for my O.C's. Enjoy.
Chapter 1
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any minute now. I thought, looking at my watch. I was bloodstained and bruised, dark, brown hair caked in dirt. I was currently hiding in the bushes, waiting for my target to enter the lot. Where are they? I wondered. then, a dark black SUV, without any headlights on, rolled into the parking lot. This must be them, I thought. I then realized how exposed I was, and that if they looked my way, the entire plan could go up in smoke. I made sure none was looking, and headed over to another spot where they couldn't see me.
Two men got out of the car, and shut their doors. They looked like your basic guard, nondescript suits, dark tinted sunglasses, and an earpiece. One had black hair, and the other a lightish brown. The black haired one looked around 6'3, and the other around 6'5. they opened up the trunk, and pulled out a suitcase. they then took two separate keys, and opened the suitcase at the same time.
What are they doing? what is that? It looked like a jumpsuit, completely covered in matte black fabric. I wondered how much it would sell on the black market. It must be expensive, as the two guards were holding fully automatic rifles. I shivered, hearing my BrainPal start to work
.:hello:. the female A.I. voice said. I kept forgetting that she was in there, controlling my chip. Her name was Jennifer, Jen for short. She was able to talk to me because she was inside my BrainPal, a computer chip implanted into my brain, so no one else could hear her.
Do you know what that suit is? I asked her.
.:No. The material of the object doesn't seem to be any known fabric in my database:. That surprised me, Jen was a miniature supercomputer, almost all knowing, able to complete hundreds of tasks at once. At least, that's what the lab told me during the experiments.
Is there any way to figure out what material it is? I asked.
.:Yes, but you need to hold it, and the scanners within the chip can pick it up:. As she finished saying that, I looked back at the car. They started to leave, carefully putting the fabric back into the car. they then walked off, taking the keys and locking the doors.
