Traitor

Okay, well this is really just a spur of the moment type thing...but if you guys like it I'll continue with it...

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I don't own anything...unfortunately

In this story Jace is about 9 at the start then it skips to her being 14, I guess, make sure you give me feedback! O, and they never escaped.

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"797, Lydecker wishes to see you!" I salute and report to Lydecker. He is standing with his back to me when I enter.

"X-5 797 reporting to duty sir!" I shout and salute to him.

"At ease soldier." He walks toward me; "You told me a while ago that some of the X-5's were planning an escape."

"Yes sir!" I reply, there's no point in lying to him, last time he got it out of me when he used Psychoactives on me, so he'll get it out of me either way. So I might as well do it easily.

"When they go… I want you to go with them. Pretend that you are on their side. I want you to keep tabs on them and if in a year they have not been brought back I want you to reveal there locations. I want to see how they will work in the field, understood?"

"Yes sir!" I can't believe he wants me to reveal their locations! But we all know they wouldn't survive so in a way I'm protecting them from themselves. They don't know the way of the outside world like I; I am the only one who has gone on an out of base mission without a team. They selected me because I was the most loyal. I head no problem surviving because I had had the training. None of them would survive, I'm quite sure, and I won't have to rat them out…

"When you go… they are not all going to make it… we will try to capture as many as possible, but undoubtedly we will let some escape. Some soldiers are going to fight you but they will not go all out, you will escape, whether you want to or not. And you will report back to us in a year. "Understood?"

"Yes sir!" I bark.

"Dismissed"

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*Back in the barracks - from Jondie's point of view*

We are lying in our beds pretending to sleep while Zack whispers the plan. Of course, we all look like were sleeping, but that's not true. I mean who could sleep at a time like this? Tonight's the night that we're leaving this hell-hold. Tonight's the night we leave behind all the orders; the beatings and we escape into the real world…

Zack has told us the plan. When the guards comes in to make sure we're still there we get ready. As soon as he's done radioing in we take him out, from there we are so incredibly quiet, that even we can't hear ourselves creeping through the halls. We spot the window, with a couple hand signals Zack tells us its clear, we run, jump through the window and run faster than we ever have before.

I can hear some of us being taken down. I hear Jace scream but I can't hear her running so she must have won the battle. I can see the fence now. It's getting close; I stop suddenly to avoid a searchlight. I jump the fence and run for the cabin we were to meet up at. I enter, then a few others including Max and Syl. Jace enters a few moments later. I look at my watch. 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1 we don't wait any longer. Zack told us that if you aren't there by 0200 hours we were leaving without them. All out watches were synchronized. Once we got out of Gillette we were to dispose of them and anything else Manticore had given us. Anything could be a bug or tracker. Zack tells us to split up. He sends us each to a city. I take one more look before I head off.



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Jace's point of view

Zack told me to go to San Diego. Good. That should be easy enough to disappear in and once he sees that I'm there I can go track down the others. As I'm crossing a road I turn around to take a good long look of the outside world. Suddenly I hear a horn it's very loud. I turn and all I see is white light, then pure blackness.