Codename: Jubilation
{State your name.}
The young Asian woman spit at the cylinder capsule computer screen. "Eat me, cock sucker."
{State your name.}
Risking the small rebound area, she slammed her fist into the screen. Her elbow hit the back of the capsule, causing an electrifying shock to shoot through her. Crying out, she held her wounded arm and growled at her captors.
{Patient X, if you wish to receive release, then you must corporate. State your name and power.} the computer screen flickered briefly from the slithering crack the young woman had made.
Sapphire blue eyes glinting, the patient stared into the computer screen and seemed to see past it. For a moment, her fingers twitched, as her mind ran through hidden files, hidden memories.
Suddenly, without warning, her hand rammed through the computer screen and sparks lit up around her. Through the wreckage, her fingers worked around countless wires before the right one was found. Her face was emotionless, her figure kept rigged - as if she was trained for such a situation.
Outside the capsule, several men roamed around it, busily performing their breakthroughs - as if such an event could never happen. And yet, it did. In one swooping second, the capsule blew apart and through the smoke and sparks, the scantily clad prisoner shot out and took revenge on her captors.
One would think that she had been bred for such a maneuver - slide of the hand, quick snap of each neck. The soul survivor stood petrified, emergency firearm pressed to her forehead as she leaned forward, daring him. "Patient X, I suggest you back down. You won't make it out of this facility alive."
Still there was no emotion; there was no hint of life in her. She stood, eyes unblinking, body ready for even the slightest disturbance. "You did a very stupid thing, kidnapping me."
The gun did not waver. "I'm not responsible for your capture - I only."
Finally, a smile broke out, causing the man's finger on the trigger to relax. "I know. You only work here." Another finger relaxed. "Wife? Kids?" the neck relaxed enough to shake an answer. "Aww, that's a pity, your actually not that bad looking." Another finger relaxed. "A smart guy like you shouldn't be working at a place like this. You should be teaching, you should be working at a bookstore - not at this stuffy, governmental, fucked up-" a strained twitch.
Just as the guards reached the room, the doctor's arm holding out the gun was snapped - the bone was then shoved straight into his spine. The girl slid her delicate fingers into his coat pocket and drew from it glass keys. In an unearthly calm, the smallest was put into the collar around her neck and down fell the only thing keeping her from unleashing everything.
{The poor bastards,} she thought bitterly, {they never knew what hit them.}
{State your name.}
The young Asian woman spit at the cylinder capsule computer screen. "Eat me, cock sucker."
{State your name.}
Risking the small rebound area, she slammed her fist into the screen. Her elbow hit the back of the capsule, causing an electrifying shock to shoot through her. Crying out, she held her wounded arm and growled at her captors.
{Patient X, if you wish to receive release, then you must corporate. State your name and power.} the computer screen flickered briefly from the slithering crack the young woman had made.
Sapphire blue eyes glinting, the patient stared into the computer screen and seemed to see past it. For a moment, her fingers twitched, as her mind ran through hidden files, hidden memories.
Suddenly, without warning, her hand rammed through the computer screen and sparks lit up around her. Through the wreckage, her fingers worked around countless wires before the right one was found. Her face was emotionless, her figure kept rigged - as if she was trained for such a situation.
Outside the capsule, several men roamed around it, busily performing their breakthroughs - as if such an event could never happen. And yet, it did. In one swooping second, the capsule blew apart and through the smoke and sparks, the scantily clad prisoner shot out and took revenge on her captors.
One would think that she had been bred for such a maneuver - slide of the hand, quick snap of each neck. The soul survivor stood petrified, emergency firearm pressed to her forehead as she leaned forward, daring him. "Patient X, I suggest you back down. You won't make it out of this facility alive."
Still there was no emotion; there was no hint of life in her. She stood, eyes unblinking, body ready for even the slightest disturbance. "You did a very stupid thing, kidnapping me."
The gun did not waver. "I'm not responsible for your capture - I only."
Finally, a smile broke out, causing the man's finger on the trigger to relax. "I know. You only work here." Another finger relaxed. "Wife? Kids?" the neck relaxed enough to shake an answer. "Aww, that's a pity, your actually not that bad looking." Another finger relaxed. "A smart guy like you shouldn't be working at a place like this. You should be teaching, you should be working at a bookstore - not at this stuffy, governmental, fucked up-" a strained twitch.
Just as the guards reached the room, the doctor's arm holding out the gun was snapped - the bone was then shoved straight into his spine. The girl slid her delicate fingers into his coat pocket and drew from it glass keys. In an unearthly calm, the smallest was put into the collar around her neck and down fell the only thing keeping her from unleashing everything.
{The poor bastards,} she thought bitterly, {they never knew what hit them.}