Chapter 28: A sense of familiarity
The car crunched to a stop.
"Ready?" He asked.
"More than ever."
"Your earpiece in okay?" I fiddled with the wire before nodding.
The night was fairly starry. You could just about make out the milky way and all it's glory in the night.
It was also fucking freezing.
I had wrapped up fairly well and so had my friend. Natsu1ki0001 was left in the car, to be on the safe side.
She grunted. "Why can't I do anything?"
"Because the less variables we have in this plan the better it will go."
She slumped back in her seat with a huff.
I closed the door and began moving towards the complex, knife at the ready.
"Radio check...1 2 3... hello anyone there?"
"Loud and clear euston. What's the situation?" I did a joking crackle of the radio.
"Dude...just don't. Everything is looking good so far. You know where you are going?"
"Through the back of the complex, avoiding as many large groups as possible, taking a left, then right. Up the stairs then another right and the girl should be there. Exiting via a...wait does this say zipline?" I looked at the notes my friend had written down, which I was reading off.
"Damn right is does! Got this off a friend."
"Well it better fucking work. You know how to use it?" I asked.
"Aim and fire right?"
So very convenient.
"It's good enough."
"Okay, and don't forget that guard uniform. Or you aren't getting very far."
"Yup. Going silent. See you soon!"
"Good luck buddy, for both of us."
What the hell did he mean by that?!
"Errr okay see you."
I clicked the radio off, stepping over a line of plastic.
They really make them so easy to spot these days.
A spotlight suddenly appeared up ahead. Followed by voices.
"So how were the northern lights?"
"To be honest, they were a bit meh, you know what I'm saying?"
"Wow. Wasn't expecting that."
I pushed up against a tree, taking cover from the light.
Moving to the next tree, I spotted a single guy to my right.
Perfect. I hope his uniform fits better than the last guy I stole from.
It's always the fucking boots isn't it? Either way, someone's gonna be surprised when they wake up in underwear.
Standing up, I pulled my gloves over my hands and dusted down the armoured trousers.
The uniform was pretty high spec, designed for protection over manoeuvrability.
But it would do.
Walking along the compound walls, I was surprised when I didn't see many guards. It was quiet.
Maybe a little too quiet.
I kept walking, the trees rustling, owls calling and the occasional helicopter flying over.
Still pretty well guarded. But it's just a bit too sparse.
I finally reached the fence we had planned I would use to get in.
Climbing over, a faint humming sound began to ease in. It got louder and louder.
Fuck!
I dived behind a crate, as the flying light drove past me.
What? They got drones now?
It explained the sparseness at least. Hopefully there wasn't too ma-
As if on cue, another two sped right past.
I looked over the crate. Blue lights were everywhere, with engineers monitoring computers that were connected to what seemed to be charging pads, which were occasionally opening to let drones in and out. Charging stations.
There was at least a hundred.
I'm gonna have to shut them down, aren't I?
I sighed. An out building caught my attention. Leading to it from the pads was a great black cable. It looked well insulated and protected.
Another four drones darted right past the crate.
They seemed to be on some sort of path. I quickly moved across to another set of crates, just narrowly avoiding another one.
"Shit..." Made its way out, as I assessed the patterns.
Four seemed to move across the yard in fairly square patterns, six were flying where I was, and the rest...
I couldn't exactly see.
.
After about five minutes of watching and ducking occasionally, I finally summed up the courage.
Darting out of cover, I moved left along the outside of the main building, sticking to the shadows.
I then moved across to the right, along the border perimeter wall.
This was the worst part of the plan, as I was going to be in the light for some time.
3...2...1...
I darted as quietly as I could, one glimpse from those robots and it would be over.
Right now left. The drones took a hard left, something which I had also spotted.
They can randomise their paths.
Nonetheless, I quickly sprang to the left, and avoided the blue gaze that lined the floor.
Finally, I sat back against a wall, as two drones flew over. I breathed for just a moment.
Almost there.
She could feel his heart beating, his quiet stamper, his muffled breath. She was...pleasantly happy. Soon to be free.
But these emotions, they weren't real. And she knew it.
Even when she had gotten depressed. Or when she hurt. Or when it felt like being stabbed in the heart.
They were just another mix of numbers.
Yeah sure, her neck had snapped. And she had been technically dead.
But what was the point of her dying. When a few minutes later, she would be back.
Back to feel the heartbreak and suffering...
And the feeling of death again.
No...this...this was real. She mustn't put the emotions away.
Soon she would escape. And hopefully stay that way.
.
What was this anger?
Authors note: Shorter one because I am iiiiiilllll.
See you tomorrow.
Jordan
