Eddy smirked as Bree fell to the ground. Her brown eyes closed softly before she lay completely still.
Chase looked furious as he took in his older sister laying crumpled on the ground. He let loose on the female soldier, landing a kick to her knee and then a punch to her collarbone that ended with a sickening snap. The girl landed in a heap beside Bree.
Adam's lower lip was dripping blood from where he had been punched by the soldier, and he had a few scrapes on his arms from the small fight.
Eddy took all of this in with a sick sense of satisfaction. It had been obvious from hour one that the three would try to escape. It was no matter to him, however. It was the three of them against the entire bionic army, or, as he like to put it: three mice in a snake nest. They wouldn't make it past the tree line that surrounded the complex.
Especially not with their bionics disabled. A special virus had been implanted in each chip. The virus prevented anyone, save Eddy himself, from turning on their chips again. Unfourtunately, one of the Davenport brothers had blocked the Triton app program from being re-installed. Oh, well. Eddy had close to nine hundred bionic soldiers at his keyboard. He was good to go.
Parting more bytes, Eddy viewed the live video feed from a few cells. In one was Donald, another Douglas, and in the last one Tasha. He had made sure that Tasha's cell was the size of a closet.
And in a cell seperate from the rest was a figure chained to the wall. A hood still hung low on his face.
Eddy grinned. Aren't quite so strong now, are you? Almost as if sensing a disturbance, the figure looked up. The movement caused the hood to fall back, revealing a young, teenage girl. Her hair was a black streaked with brown. Her eyes were a deep brown.
Eddy wasn't quite surprised. He knew in a buisness like this that most people weren't as they seemed. This just solidified the assumption.
He appeared on the screen in the cell. The girl's eyes widened in alarm as she began to try to flip the hood onto her face.
Eddy rolled his animated eyes. "Please! Do you really think I haven't already seen you?"
"Don't tell anyone!" the girl pleaded, her voice no longer masculine. "I can't go back to him!"
"And who would 'him' be?"
She grimaced, realizing her mistake. "Um . . ."
Eddy smiled triumphantly. "Would the figure in question by any chance be Krane?"
For a moment her eyes failed to meet the screen.
Eddy nodded, or at least the best that the emoticon could. "Well, servant of Krane, I seem to have a new cell mate for you. She seems very excited to meet you." he smirked before the screen went black.
The girl began to struggle against the chains, but her movements stopped when the blue lasers of her cell disapeared.
Two female guards entered, an unconscious teenage girl slung between them. They placed her in a sitting position against the wall, pulling her wrists upward to chain them above her head. Their work done, they walked out and reactivated the bars.
The first girl studied the new arrival. Straight, unwashed brown hair fell over her face. A nasty cut with the bruising outline of a boot heel was placed to the right of her chin. Her clothes were gray flimsy pieces of cloth. With a slight surprise she realized they were some kind of pajama.
Then, she realized something far more shocking. She knew this girl - perhaps too well for her liking.
As if on cue, the girl's head turned, though her eyes remained closed. Bree stirred on and off for the next ten minutes. Finally, her eyes shot open.
It took her a minute to focus, but when she saw who her cell mate was she backed up as far as she could against the wall. "What are you doing here?" she spat.
"Same reason as you," S-1 snapped back, "I'm a prisoner."
Bree glared. "What did you do to get in here? Got the boss' coffee wrong?"
S-1 met her gaze. "I ditched Krane. He wasn't getting anywhere with his world domination plan, in case you haven't noticed." she sighed. "Got offered a job here, working for that deranged emoticon of yours."
"Looks like you got a great deal." Bree scoffed.
S-1 rolled her eyes. "About as great as it gets. So much for ruling a continent."
"He offered you a continent? I bet he was planning on handing over complete control of Anarctica."
S-1 smiled a little. "Probably." she looked down at the cement floor. "Someone's gotta stop him."
Bree held back a laugh. "I'm sorry, say that again."
"I mean it! I was planning on double crossing that computer program before too many people got hurt."
"How many people are we talking about here?"
"Most of America."
Bree gave a low whistle. "But for what?"
"Have you ever heard of biochemical warfare?"
Bree shrugged. "I've heard of it. I kind of fell asleep in class before the teacher finished."
"Biochemical warfare is the use of biological weapons - such as a disease or poison - in, well, war. The emoticon's been creating a poison to spread accross the crops. The poison in this case is mushroom spores. They'll grow overnight before releasing more spores into the air, which will be carried by the wind to more fields before repeating the cycle. The spores are highly toxic and are going to kill thousands. Eddy has the antidote, the only antidote. The U.S. scientists can of course create their own, but it'll take too long. By then, it will be too late.
"After that, Eddy's going to offer the cure for a couple million dollars. The goverment will be forced to buy it, using an electric transaction. After the transaction Eddy will of course hand over the remedy - after all, there's no one to rule when they're all dead. But because of the transaction, he can hack into the president's personal computer and be in control of all nuclear weapons. He's going to use the leverage to control the planet."
Bree was silent. "So how long do we have until this happens?"
"About three hours."
Alright, so there's your explanation! What do ya think? I didn't research anything, so I hope I got it all right! :)
Shout outs!
RandomGirlPerson: Really? I'm sure it'll be great :D Hmm, Fun-Size? More like snack-size . . .
Leo: I heard that!
Don't care! *grabs giant squirt gun full of slime* OH, KENNY!
PurpleNicole531: Too loud? I've never heard of such a thing! :D Fight scene coming next! Yeah, Leo's a goner *pretends to sob* *fails and starts laughing*
UrFriendTheNinja: Thanks! And your question is answered nooo-ot yet ;) Slaves? You'll have to wait and see. Sqaush? Pizza topping? I HAVE FOUND THE NEXT BIG THING! XD
ereader12: Yes, he is an evil E :D You've probably noticed, but all of the letters in 'EDDY' are used in his face. Thanks! Here's 'next!'
RunIt'sPicasso: Thanks! There was a kind of hint to how their doing in this chapter, not a ton but they ARE still alive! Eddy totally is. Feed him a virus? LET'S DO IT! XD Here's your update. (love your pen name, by the way! :))
Alright, two questions:
1) WHO'S EXCITED FOR RISE OF THE SECRET SOLDIERS?! I know I am . . . . as I write this there are exactly two hours and thirty four minutes until airs. Yay!
2) Does anyone know where the title of this fic comes from? Daphrose probably knows, but let's see if anyone else can get it! Shout-out if you do :)
Now, I'm gonna go grab my popcorn, soda, candy, chips and complete junk food for the premiere. Ciao! :)
