I'm back again!...:crowd sobs:
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Number Fifteen turned away from the escaping back of her commander, Number Fourteen. She was going to have to face the enemy force without back up. Dammit.
The objective of this mission was supposed to be just basic information gathering. Number Fifteen's mind briefly flashed back to Handler A, who had briefed them for this mission.
"Your job is to get in to the complex, decode and download all the information on a project called, 'New Warrior.'" Handler A had said, holding up a small black rectangle that was about half the size of a human pinkie finger. "And then get out. I don't think I have to tell you how important it is to not be seen, and how important this information is to us." He turned away and began to leave their containment unit, but then stopped before the electric force field doorway. Without turning around he added in a blank voice, 'A word of warning; Do not look at the information you are gathering.'
Number Fifteen scrunched her snout as she braced herself against the first wave of attackers. 'Well I guess that's one warning we really didn't listen too,' she thought as she neatly dispatching the first soldier that came at her. Her body moved with natural ease and instinct to defend herself. And after a whole lifetime of training she guessed it should be. The more soldiers that came at her, the faster and more deadly all her blows became. She couldn't afford to be humane tonight, if you'll excuse the expression. 'Espionage, that was all it was supposed to be tonight. But Number Fourteen just had to investigate the data. Now look where I am, fighting off a whole f-ing army!'
Number Fifteen flipped over the heads of the oncoming soldiers, whipping out her phaser lash. Before the soldiers were able to turn, they were in pieces and she grinned sadistically. Number Fifteen had known it was a bad idea to look at the data they were stealing, but Number Fourteen's urging and her curiosity had gotten the better of her. Before she knew it she was sitting at the computer desk pouring through the file project 'New Warrior'. A first it had just been the usual project schematics. The usual objectives, the usual experiments... but then she found the file on the test subject. Complete with digital images of the subject from the last two weeks it had been there. His green skin, and his hateful eyes. Even after two weeks of torture he still had enough spirit to hate. He reminded her of herself, when she had first been brought in. That was when she knew that they would not be leaving with just the data, they would be leaving with the subject in their custody, or die trying.
The whooshing sound of opening doors ripped Number Fifteen from her thoughts. Just in time too, because a fresh batch of soldiers just marched in, but these ones had guns. 'Great, I am so going to kick Number Fourteen's ass when I see him next. I should have been the hostage rescuer!' she thought while dodging a barrage of bullets. Pulling a handful of small smoke grenades out of a pouch around her waist, Number Fifteen threw them towards the firing soldiers creating a thick noxious smoke screen. 'That should buy just enough time to get the hell out of here,' she thought while quickly moving towards air vent that Number Fourteen and company and gone through.
Once inside the small air hole, she didn't even stop to catch her breath as every moment could be the crucial one, life or death for not only her, but her partner in this current crime. She cracked a small bitter smile while moving through the ventilation, 'It's just like training exercises. Dodge movement scanner, slide under laser beam trip, don't step on the weight sensor... God I hate this.' She was almost at the exit when she heard a raspy voice call out softly from a nearby vent passage way.Bottom of Form 1
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