(Hope you enjoy this Fanfic. To keep it less confusing I separate each characters' POV with paragraphs and - .)
iPhone
"This junk just keeps getting weirder and weirder. What the hell have I stumbled into?" Trinity thought as she carefully slid her foot along the wet bricks. She cowered behind what she guessed were a bank of alien trash receptacles, filled with parts, pieces, and worthless electrical scrap. She had managed to stay out of sight for close to twenty minutes while snapping photos with her iPhone. Granted it didn't take as great of shots as her Nikon D3100, but trying to sling that cumbersome behemoth around was not an option. It was not a camera made for stealth. Thankfully, her phone could slide into her side pouch, allowing Trinity the ability to maneuver like a ninja if needed.
She had her device set on video mode, recording the creepy alien-robots as they appeared to discuss plans over some newly built weapon. At least, she assumed it was a weapon. There was nothing positive about these things. That had been evident the very first time she had ever laid eyes on the creatures.
That had been months ago, and a blessing for Trinity she had never been discovered while spying on the strange robot-alien-clone like life forms. Somehow she always remained in the shadows, being cautious about how close she got. It had been her luck the same week she began writing sensationalist web news stories that she came across a van parked outside a crumby looking warehouse with five guys of identical stature, build, and appearance all dressed in business suits hauling high-tech gear into the back. The scene reeked of sleazy journalism. Without a moments hesitation she dove in and never looked back.
"What is that stuff?" she muttered quietly. Two robots had carried a large container into the area. The color was unlike anything Trinity had ever saw; a bubbly greenish, yellow hued gloppy substance that seemed to gurgle even from where she stood. Trinity shivered.
Her eyes flickered back to the screen of her phone to make sure everything was in frame. It seemed out of focus. She tapped the screen as she pinched her fingers and tried zooming in, but she accidentally left the camera app entirely. Panic surged through her limbs.
"Noooo! You rotten thing, not now!" Her mind screamed. Desperately, she pushed the home button. While growing irritated she hadn't noticed that company had joined the alien party.
"Finally!" she said, getting the camera back. She snapped photos like a toddler. It didn't matter what was in frame or not, after all, that's what photoshop was for. It was not until she heard a crash that she stopped. With her eyes looking out instead of at the screen she actually could see what resembled a fight between the robots and something else. "Oh, my shit! More aliens," she said out loud.
Without wasting a second she slipped the phone in her pouch and made her way out of the underground facilities. It was the basement of yet another grimy warehouse in a crime ridden part of the city. As she reached the top of the narrow staircase something brushed her hair. She whirled around to see one of the business men staring blankly at her.
"Ju-just thought I-I'd see if this place had a bathroom," she stuttered, as she slowly walked backwards away from the man.
"Negatory. This place is a secret place. You have no right to be in this place. You must be eliminated." Its voice was robotic, unfeeling.
Fear exploded inside her chest, sending icy shards throughout her body. She turned and ran fast as she could. Every nerve pulsed with adrenaline, pounding out a beat with her heart. The door she had snuck in through was a garage style leading into the alley way, and sliding under it slowed her down as she had to stop and crawl. She saw her attacker advancing fast. His fancy black leather shoes a mere two feet away. As she jumped back up she could see the empty avenue. Hope filled her spirit. She took two big strides before being grabbed and thrown down hard to the pavement. Every ounce of air was knocked out of her lungs. Pain split through her head. The man looked down at her, his fake face showing nothing. Her head! Oh, her head, was getting worse. The motionless face hovering above her jerked as if to look behind him. Then darkness took hold.
"I just hope somebody finds my iPhone and figures out what these creeps are up to… Oh my head!"