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Rock and Meyla sat side by side, they could only look on as the tribe shouted and argued, they were at a tribal meeting to discuss what they're going to do. Rock frowned, there was no signs of the argument coming to an end. Huji slammed her staff down on the metal floor, silencing everyone, all eyes looked at her.
" The arrival of these two have been long awaited, before long, we can strike at the cold hearts of the corporations."
"With what? Our bare hands?" a man called out. Huji looked at him with distain and carried on, "Perhaps Rock has an idea…"
Rock snapped his head up and gulped, everyone looked at him. "Me?" he stammered.
Meyla smiled, it was time to see him on the spot.
Rock sat there quietly, nothing came to mind. He was a general but the circumstances were different. He looked over at Meyla for help, she rolled her eyes and said aloud, "Is the old man well?"
"He is, he's resting. Why?" Huji asked, Meyla felt nervous, she licked her mouth and carried on, "Under his apartment, he claims the city of New York lies intact...perhaps we can find resources underneath our feet."
Huji nodded, "The Eagle Clan, several miles away have a system of tunnels that run underneath the city, that is how they get goods."
"We need to call all the tribes together to discuss this, perhaps we can come up with a more effective plan, one that will cause more damage than if we act alone." Meyla said, Rock looked at her, surprised, though a simple soldier and keeper; she had a good head on her shoulders. A thought struck him. "The Pentagon!" He said aloud.
Meyla looked at him as if he was mad, he grinned and said, "The Pentagon holds many illegal stuff, if we can get into the Pentagon without being detected, we can take resources we require."
Meyla nodded and looked at Huji, "That's our best bet at the moment, to build up an army by getting hold of weapons."
The tribe murmured, the old men muttered, the women trembled and the children started playing war games. Huji looked around and called out, "Let's take a vote!"
Many hands rose up in the air with calls of approval.
A man, anger in his eyes stood up, he screwed him fists up and looked angrily round the tribe, "This is a certain death!" He spat. "Surely, you don't believe the words of a mass murderer and a corporation soldier? They'll betray us!"
Angry roars rose as the tribe broke out into frenzy. Huji stamping her staff did little to affect the fight. Rock shook his head and said, "When will they see we're trying to help?"
"Only when they can trust us…" Meyla replied. She didn't like it now that she was viewed as the enemy; to her eyes she was innocent. Innocent!
Huji lead Meyla to the hospital ward, to see Steve, she looked around. There were wounded people, children playing amongst the dead. She blinked back tears, she never been expose to this side of the war. She looked at Huji who stopped to give blessing to an injured pregnant woman. Huji looked at her and said, "This is the latest wave of casualties from the rebellion. Your weapons do much harm." She shook her head sadly and carried on walking. Meyla felt terrible, her weapons held by her people caused this suffering. She forced herself to forget them when she saw Steve sitting up in bed. He grinned and hugged her. "Aw how's my girl?" he smiled.
"I'm fine, how about you?"
"Great until you ran me over! You came alone?" Meyla shook her head, Steve smile faded as he ask, "Who is with you?"
"Rock."
"What?! The executioner?!" Steve objected.
Meyla nodded, Steve signed and held her hand, "Can he be trusted?" he asked. Meyla looked at him and shrugged, "I don't know, I mean he killed innocent people, he was considered the best in the corporation, why leave? Why now?"
"Perhaps he seen the error of his ways, don't let him out of your sight till we can trust him." Steve said, Meyla nodded, "He's under guard as we speak, obviously we're not the only ones who feel cautious."
Steve nodded, contently. He smiled again. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." She replied, "No, I don't mean that…are you alright inside?" Steve tapped his chest, indicating his heart.
"Never would I have thought I'll be leading a rebellion against my home town! I mean, I'm now seeing that the corporation I have placed my trust and faith in have been betraying us all, causing needless suffering and death! The guns I held – silenced them! The bullets I fired – killed them! And for what purpose? Power, greed, money that's what! I was told how to live my life and I obeyed!" Meyla felt tears running down her cheeks; Steve sat up and hugged her. "And now I'm stuck as an outlaw, rejected from my home with a mass serial killer!" Steve held her away from him, he frowned and said, "You made the choice to leave the city, something inside you has awoken, you now see what this war is really about! That man isn't a mass serial killer, he is a puppet in this game, he can't escape, he can't run, all he could do was to hope! You gave him that hope! You confronted him and gave him an opportunity to turn the tables! You need to confront him as well as yourself, what is your true calling?"
"I don't know!" Meyla sobbed. Steve hushed her and held her close to him. She sniffed and sat back. She wiped her eyes and smiled, "Thank you Steve. I'll do what I can." Steve nodded and watched her go, he smiled as he remembered the legend, her parents would be proud of their daughter. He looked over at Huji and nodded, she bowed her head and followed Meyla out.
Rock looked at his map, he stood outside, the sun shining harshly down on the small group who were looking at the map, plotting positions and talking quietly, making plans and approving ideas. He squinted at the horizon that shimmered in the heat. He blinked. Was that his imagination? He looked closer and blinked again.
"Is that what I think it is?" a man called Smith said, he seen it too.
"People and they're coming this way!" Rock replied.
"Look! It's the Eagle clan!" Smith pointed at the banner as the tribe rode up to them on an assortment of horses, bikes and cars. Soon after all the rest of the clans arrived, in total there were nine, each with well over three hundred people.
They sat in the great hall, a large room under the foot of the statue, excavated for this purpose. Huji stamped her staff, silencing the room, everyone looked at the woman who spoke loudly and clearly. "Thank you all for coming here as soon as possible, we have great news to share with you all. As some of you may recognise, there are two new members of our great tribes. The Rock and Meyla, they bring with them a great promised victory!"
"You batty woman! You honestly expect us to believe this? That man killed thousands for a sick form of entertainment! He's sick!" a man called out, Rock shuffled uneasily, Meyla felt sorry for him, it wasn't easy to sit there and let comments past you by, of your previous mistakes. He glanced uneasily at her, she smiled back sympathetically. He signed and resumed listening to the council.
"This war must have some end!" Huji called out.
"Not with death!" the man roared back, the council broke out into murmurs of approval.
Huji signed and looked down at Rock, "Perhaps you can talk to them?"
Rock shook his head, "I don't think they want to listen…"
"Please try, I'll listen…" Meyla said, Rock looked at her and gave her a weak smile. He got up and walked to the centre of the open floor, all eyes on him. He gulped and cleared his throat, he looked at the faces all watching him, he felt intimidated and alone, he felt someone's hand on his arm and looked down at Meyla who stood next to him. He felt more confident and started his speech, "I know you don't trust me, I can't blame you yet we're all here for the same reason. That is to strike at the very heart of the corporations that have so wrongly governed us."
A wave of murmurs arose, Rock continued, "I hope to bring to your attention that we have knowledge that is much needed in your war against the corporations and we have an idea."
"What is this idea?" Smith called out, they were all silent, waiting to hear what he has to say. "We need to get hold of reinforcements, weapons, transport and equipment."
The council broke out again, this time they nodded eagerly, Rock looked down at Meyla and quietly said, "It looks as if we got their attention…" Meyla nodded, "Speak to them then!" she encouraged.
Rock nodded and looked back at the crowd. "How do we get hold of such stuff?" another man called out, he stroked his beard, interested to hear what the two warriors had to say.
"It's to our common knowledge that one of the tribes have access to the city that still lies intact underneath and the tunnel systems, we can use those to our advantages. We can access the pentagon."
"What's so special about the pentagon?" a woman called out.
Meyla stepped forward and said, "It's a building underneath the WWFE corporation that holds top secret and illegal objects such as weapons, documents and DVDs, we can access it as I was a keeper."
The council nodded their heads, waves of approval spread amongst them, Huji smiled at the two warriors, "Lets vote!" Nearly all the hands rose up. Rock grinned, feeling a sense of pride spread throughout him.
"finally we can start to get our own back!" Meyla grinned. Rock smiled, revenge was sure sweet.
The whole tribes unite under one, their leaders gathered round the entrance to the tunnels and looked inside. It was night, the moon offered no light as the atmosphere clouded with dust caused by global warming. Rock and Meyla wore their combats, they looked at the map of the tunnels under torch light, making brief comments every now and then, they already knew what they were doing. They were ready to go, a long line of them filed in, the tunnels were dark and cold. No one said a word, the only sounds were that of their feet and the occasional stumbling. The tunnels soon opened out, Rock and Meyla, who were walking side by side gasped as they saw the old city of New York still intact underneath the new foundations of the corporations.
"Jesus!" Rock exclaimed, he looked around, taking it all in. he recognised the streets he once walked down, the cafés he lunched at, the shops he visited. Of course it all laid deserted, a lonely, hidden ghost city. They walked in awe, silently towards the vents that lead to steps. When they arrived, Rock tuned his torch on and aimed it at where the steps were suppose to be. They weren't there, he shone the beam of light at the bottom of the sudden drop, he could make out the pile of rubble that was once the steps. "Looks like we'll be abseiling down." He called out.
Meyla looked down, she didn't like the heights, though she was trained to be a soldier, the one weakness she has was heights. The darkness added to her fear, what if she fell? No one would be able to find her. She looked at Rock who stood with a crowd of people, they started preparing for the descent down. Rock attached himself to the rope and looked up, he positioned himself and started to lower down. Meyla looked at him, worried, he caught her face and gave her a little smile. "I'll see you down there." He said. He carried on his descent. Some more people followed him down on other ropes, soon Meyla was the last one down, she insisted by saying it was her duty when she really needed to gather herself. She attached herself to the harness shakily, she heard a clatter near her. She froze, looking around she couldn't see anything. "Are you all right ?" a voice echoed. She jumped and called out "I'm on my way!"
She slowly lowered herself over the edge and started the descent down, she couldn't feel her legs, her hands felt sweaty and she couldn't breath. She felt something gnawing at the rope at the top, she looked up and screamed. The rope swung dangerously, she panicked – someone was at the top!
Rock looked up and gasped, Meyla was half way down and swinging, he colud see the rope giving away, any moment now she could fall to her death.
"Shit! Get me on the rope!" Rock shouted, the men milled around him, attaching him to a rope that was next to the squirming Meyla. Rock shouted out, "Meyla keep calm!"
She screamed as the rope dropped her a few metres, rock started pulling himself up the rope,his arms shook with the strain, he clenched his teeth as he cursed himself, he looked at Meyla as she screamed again, the people below shouting encouragement. He locked his harness as he stopped next to her and looked over at her. "Meyla" he called out, she looked over at him, eyes wide with fear. The rope suddenly dropped again as strand by strand twisted and buckled under the strain. She was holding onto the rope with all her might, her harness fell away and she let out a whimper. "Meyla!" Rock called out louder, she looked at him again, "Look at me, look at my eyes!" Rock ordered, she obeyed shaking with fear. "You won't fall, trust me! Hold on, I'll get you."
"I can't hold on much longer!" she screamed, feeling her strength slipping away. "Fuck!" Rock muttered, he attempted to reach out but the distance was still too great. An idea came to mind, he started to swing, making himself edge closer to Meyla. He could almost reach her, "Meyla give me your hand!" The rope suddenly fell, Meyla screamed as she fell. He gasped and lunged forward. He gripped Meyla's hand tightly as she screamed and tried to climb up. He groaned as pain seeped through his body, he was struggling, the extra weight won't hold him much longer. "Meyla…" He called down to her breathlessly, she looked at him. He could see fear in her face as he spoke again, "Don't move we'll fall if you do, I'll pull you up." She nodded limply as he pulled her closer towards him, she reached out and wrapped her arms round his neck and with the final ounce of energy they both process they clinged to each other as they swung over the drop, the crowd below calling out to them. Rock signed heavily and put the lock on the harness. His arms felt dead, his skin beaded with sweat as he breathed out raggedly. He looked down at Meyla, she had her face buried in his chest, her legs wrapped tightly round his waist and her arms round his neck. "Meyla?"
she looked up at him and whispered, "Are we alright?"
"We're fine, just need to get down now…" he looked down below. "After I recover some of my strength."
Meyla looked down and shut her eyes, she didn't want to see the ground. She held on tighter, Rock rested his feet on the wall and signed, he felt Meyla breathing on his neck, her body entwined with his. "Are you alright?" he softly asked, she looked up and weakly smiled, "you saved me…" she whispered. Rock looked uneasy, he felt her slipping from his lap and he held her. She looked at him and panicked, "Are we falling?" "No! We're safe, believe me." She looked up at him and nodded, "Can we go down please?" Rock nodded and brushed her hair from her teary face, he smiled at her and kissed her gently on her forehead, "Sure thing." He replied and slowly abseiled down, with Meyla clinging to him.
Meyla, once her feet touched solid land buckled and sat on the floor, she gratefully received the water offered to her and felt several comforting arms around her. "There's someone up there!" she burst out, Rock amongst others looked at her with surprise, Smith picked up the rope that fell and examined the end, "She's right! Someone has cut it." He declared. The crowd broke out into arguments and looked up at the ridge. Rock sat down next to Meyla and lay on his back. He closed his eyes and let the strength return to his body. He heard Smith sending a party up to examine the top for clues, the area grew quiet and he opened one eye. Meyla was leaning against the slope, she too had her eyes closer, she looked better. "Alright?" he called out, she nodded and opened her eyes. "Someone tried to kill me!" She said, Rock sat up and looked up, he shook his head and quietly said, "I think we got a traitor on our hands." Meyla raised her eyebrow and looked at him, "Seriously?" Rock nodded and stood up, the group was returning. "Anything?" Smith shook his head, "Not a thing." Meyla stood up and said, "We better get a move on."
Rock nodded and soon the group resumed their journey towards the underground of the heart of the city. They reached a series of steps leading up to the pentagon, Meyla looked at her watch, she whispered to Rock who was behind her on the ladder, "There shouldn't be anyone up there now." Rock nodded and helped Meyla slowly open the cover. Meyla peered out, empty. She stepped out into the building and helped Rock out, one by one they climbed out and scoured the building. They grabbed weapons, DVDs and various other technology and put them into their back packs. Meyla was more interested in the documents, she recalled that some off the documents even she wasn't allowed to touch. She walked into the restricted area alone. She heard someone approaching her, she jumped when someone place a hand on her shoulder, she spun around and breathed out. "Rock! Bloody hell!" she muttered, Rock shrugged and shone his torch around the area, he looked at the locked filing cabinets and pulled out his tool kit. Meyla looked at him as he picked the locks, with a small click, the padlock undone. Meyla slid it open and flicked through the documents, she grabbed Rock torch and shone it at some of them. Rock grabbed them and shoved them into his bag, "We don't have time for this!" He cursed and zipped up his bag. Meyla sighed and followed him back to the tunnel and climbed back in, she slid the cover back on and climbed back down the ladder, the whole group waited for her, big smiles on their faces as they held various sorts of weapons. They headed back as the sun rose on the horizon and the corporations awoke, not aware of the break in.
Rock and Meyla sat side by side, they could only look on as the tribe shouted and argued, they were at a tribal meeting to discuss what they're going to do. Rock frowned, there was no signs of the argument coming to an end. Huji slammed her staff down on the metal floor, silencing everyone, all eyes looked at her.
" The arrival of these two have been long awaited, before long, we can strike at the cold hearts of the corporations."
"With what? Our bare hands?" a man called out. Huji looked at him with distain and carried on, "Perhaps Rock has an idea…"
Rock snapped his head up and gulped, everyone looked at him. "Me?" he stammered.
Meyla smiled, it was time to see him on the spot.
Rock sat there quietly, nothing came to mind. He was a general but the circumstances were different. He looked over at Meyla for help, she rolled her eyes and said aloud, "Is the old man well?"
"He is, he's resting. Why?" Huji asked, Meyla felt nervous, she licked her mouth and carried on, "Under his apartment, he claims the city of New York lies intact...perhaps we can find resources underneath our feet."
Huji nodded, "The Eagle Clan, several miles away have a system of tunnels that run underneath the city, that is how they get goods."
"We need to call all the tribes together to discuss this, perhaps we can come up with a more effective plan, one that will cause more damage than if we act alone." Meyla said, Rock looked at her, surprised, though a simple soldier and keeper; she had a good head on her shoulders. A thought struck him. "The Pentagon!" He said aloud.
Meyla looked at him as if he was mad, he grinned and said, "The Pentagon holds many illegal stuff, if we can get into the Pentagon without being detected, we can take resources we require."
Meyla nodded and looked at Huji, "That's our best bet at the moment, to build up an army by getting hold of weapons."
The tribe murmured, the old men muttered, the women trembled and the children started playing war games. Huji looked around and called out, "Let's take a vote!"
Many hands rose up in the air with calls of approval.
A man, anger in his eyes stood up, he screwed him fists up and looked angrily round the tribe, "This is a certain death!" He spat. "Surely, you don't believe the words of a mass murderer and a corporation soldier? They'll betray us!"
Angry roars rose as the tribe broke out into frenzy. Huji stamping her staff did little to affect the fight. Rock shook his head and said, "When will they see we're trying to help?"
"Only when they can trust us…" Meyla replied. She didn't like it now that she was viewed as the enemy; to her eyes she was innocent. Innocent!
Huji lead Meyla to the hospital ward, to see Steve, she looked around. There were wounded people, children playing amongst the dead. She blinked back tears, she never been expose to this side of the war. She looked at Huji who stopped to give blessing to an injured pregnant woman. Huji looked at her and said, "This is the latest wave of casualties from the rebellion. Your weapons do much harm." She shook her head sadly and carried on walking. Meyla felt terrible, her weapons held by her people caused this suffering. She forced herself to forget them when she saw Steve sitting up in bed. He grinned and hugged her. "Aw how's my girl?" he smiled.
"I'm fine, how about you?"
"Great until you ran me over! You came alone?" Meyla shook her head, Steve smile faded as he ask, "Who is with you?"
"Rock."
"What?! The executioner?!" Steve objected.
Meyla nodded, Steve signed and held her hand, "Can he be trusted?" he asked. Meyla looked at him and shrugged, "I don't know, I mean he killed innocent people, he was considered the best in the corporation, why leave? Why now?"
"Perhaps he seen the error of his ways, don't let him out of your sight till we can trust him." Steve said, Meyla nodded, "He's under guard as we speak, obviously we're not the only ones who feel cautious."
Steve nodded, contently. He smiled again. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." She replied, "No, I don't mean that…are you alright inside?" Steve tapped his chest, indicating his heart.
"Never would I have thought I'll be leading a rebellion against my home town! I mean, I'm now seeing that the corporation I have placed my trust and faith in have been betraying us all, causing needless suffering and death! The guns I held – silenced them! The bullets I fired – killed them! And for what purpose? Power, greed, money that's what! I was told how to live my life and I obeyed!" Meyla felt tears running down her cheeks; Steve sat up and hugged her. "And now I'm stuck as an outlaw, rejected from my home with a mass serial killer!" Steve held her away from him, he frowned and said, "You made the choice to leave the city, something inside you has awoken, you now see what this war is really about! That man isn't a mass serial killer, he is a puppet in this game, he can't escape, he can't run, all he could do was to hope! You gave him that hope! You confronted him and gave him an opportunity to turn the tables! You need to confront him as well as yourself, what is your true calling?"
"I don't know!" Meyla sobbed. Steve hushed her and held her close to him. She sniffed and sat back. She wiped her eyes and smiled, "Thank you Steve. I'll do what I can." Steve nodded and watched her go, he smiled as he remembered the legend, her parents would be proud of their daughter. He looked over at Huji and nodded, she bowed her head and followed Meyla out.
Rock looked at his map, he stood outside, the sun shining harshly down on the small group who were looking at the map, plotting positions and talking quietly, making plans and approving ideas. He squinted at the horizon that shimmered in the heat. He blinked. Was that his imagination? He looked closer and blinked again.
"Is that what I think it is?" a man called Smith said, he seen it too.
"People and they're coming this way!" Rock replied.
"Look! It's the Eagle clan!" Smith pointed at the banner as the tribe rode up to them on an assortment of horses, bikes and cars. Soon after all the rest of the clans arrived, in total there were nine, each with well over three hundred people.
They sat in the great hall, a large room under the foot of the statue, excavated for this purpose. Huji stamped her staff, silencing the room, everyone looked at the woman who spoke loudly and clearly. "Thank you all for coming here as soon as possible, we have great news to share with you all. As some of you may recognise, there are two new members of our great tribes. The Rock and Meyla, they bring with them a great promised victory!"
"You batty woman! You honestly expect us to believe this? That man killed thousands for a sick form of entertainment! He's sick!" a man called out, Rock shuffled uneasily, Meyla felt sorry for him, it wasn't easy to sit there and let comments past you by, of your previous mistakes. He glanced uneasily at her, she smiled back sympathetically. He signed and resumed listening to the council.
"This war must have some end!" Huji called out.
"Not with death!" the man roared back, the council broke out into murmurs of approval.
Huji signed and looked down at Rock, "Perhaps you can talk to them?"
Rock shook his head, "I don't think they want to listen…"
"Please try, I'll listen…" Meyla said, Rock looked at her and gave her a weak smile. He got up and walked to the centre of the open floor, all eyes on him. He gulped and cleared his throat, he looked at the faces all watching him, he felt intimidated and alone, he felt someone's hand on his arm and looked down at Meyla who stood next to him. He felt more confident and started his speech, "I know you don't trust me, I can't blame you yet we're all here for the same reason. That is to strike at the very heart of the corporations that have so wrongly governed us."
A wave of murmurs arose, Rock continued, "I hope to bring to your attention that we have knowledge that is much needed in your war against the corporations and we have an idea."
"What is this idea?" Smith called out, they were all silent, waiting to hear what he has to say. "We need to get hold of reinforcements, weapons, transport and equipment."
The council broke out again, this time they nodded eagerly, Rock looked down at Meyla and quietly said, "It looks as if we got their attention…" Meyla nodded, "Speak to them then!" she encouraged.
Rock nodded and looked back at the crowd. "How do we get hold of such stuff?" another man called out, he stroked his beard, interested to hear what the two warriors had to say.
"It's to our common knowledge that one of the tribes have access to the city that still lies intact underneath and the tunnel systems, we can use those to our advantages. We can access the pentagon."
"What's so special about the pentagon?" a woman called out.
Meyla stepped forward and said, "It's a building underneath the WWFE corporation that holds top secret and illegal objects such as weapons, documents and DVDs, we can access it as I was a keeper."
The council nodded their heads, waves of approval spread amongst them, Huji smiled at the two warriors, "Lets vote!" Nearly all the hands rose up. Rock grinned, feeling a sense of pride spread throughout him.
"finally we can start to get our own back!" Meyla grinned. Rock smiled, revenge was sure sweet.
The whole tribes unite under one, their leaders gathered round the entrance to the tunnels and looked inside. It was night, the moon offered no light as the atmosphere clouded with dust caused by global warming. Rock and Meyla wore their combats, they looked at the map of the tunnels under torch light, making brief comments every now and then, they already knew what they were doing. They were ready to go, a long line of them filed in, the tunnels were dark and cold. No one said a word, the only sounds were that of their feet and the occasional stumbling. The tunnels soon opened out, Rock and Meyla, who were walking side by side gasped as they saw the old city of New York still intact underneath the new foundations of the corporations.
"Jesus!" Rock exclaimed, he looked around, taking it all in. he recognised the streets he once walked down, the cafés he lunched at, the shops he visited. Of course it all laid deserted, a lonely, hidden ghost city. They walked in awe, silently towards the vents that lead to steps. When they arrived, Rock tuned his torch on and aimed it at where the steps were suppose to be. They weren't there, he shone the beam of light at the bottom of the sudden drop, he could make out the pile of rubble that was once the steps. "Looks like we'll be abseiling down." He called out.
Meyla looked down, she didn't like the heights, though she was trained to be a soldier, the one weakness she has was heights. The darkness added to her fear, what if she fell? No one would be able to find her. She looked at Rock who stood with a crowd of people, they started preparing for the descent down. Rock attached himself to the rope and looked up, he positioned himself and started to lower down. Meyla looked at him, worried, he caught her face and gave her a little smile. "I'll see you down there." He said. He carried on his descent. Some more people followed him down on other ropes, soon Meyla was the last one down, she insisted by saying it was her duty when she really needed to gather herself. She attached herself to the harness shakily, she heard a clatter near her. She froze, looking around she couldn't see anything. "Are you all right ?" a voice echoed. She jumped and called out "I'm on my way!"
She slowly lowered herself over the edge and started the descent down, she couldn't feel her legs, her hands felt sweaty and she couldn't breath. She felt something gnawing at the rope at the top, she looked up and screamed. The rope swung dangerously, she panicked – someone was at the top!
Rock looked up and gasped, Meyla was half way down and swinging, he colud see the rope giving away, any moment now she could fall to her death.
"Shit! Get me on the rope!" Rock shouted, the men milled around him, attaching him to a rope that was next to the squirming Meyla. Rock shouted out, "Meyla keep calm!"
She screamed as the rope dropped her a few metres, rock started pulling himself up the rope,his arms shook with the strain, he clenched his teeth as he cursed himself, he looked at Meyla as she screamed again, the people below shouting encouragement. He locked his harness as he stopped next to her and looked over at her. "Meyla" he called out, she looked over at him, eyes wide with fear. The rope suddenly dropped again as strand by strand twisted and buckled under the strain. She was holding onto the rope with all her might, her harness fell away and she let out a whimper. "Meyla!" Rock called out louder, she looked at him again, "Look at me, look at my eyes!" Rock ordered, she obeyed shaking with fear. "You won't fall, trust me! Hold on, I'll get you."
"I can't hold on much longer!" she screamed, feeling her strength slipping away. "Fuck!" Rock muttered, he attempted to reach out but the distance was still too great. An idea came to mind, he started to swing, making himself edge closer to Meyla. He could almost reach her, "Meyla give me your hand!" The rope suddenly fell, Meyla screamed as she fell. He gasped and lunged forward. He gripped Meyla's hand tightly as she screamed and tried to climb up. He groaned as pain seeped through his body, he was struggling, the extra weight won't hold him much longer. "Meyla…" He called down to her breathlessly, she looked at him. He could see fear in her face as he spoke again, "Don't move we'll fall if you do, I'll pull you up." She nodded limply as he pulled her closer towards him, she reached out and wrapped her arms round his neck and with the final ounce of energy they both process they clinged to each other as they swung over the drop, the crowd below calling out to them. Rock signed heavily and put the lock on the harness. His arms felt dead, his skin beaded with sweat as he breathed out raggedly. He looked down at Meyla, she had her face buried in his chest, her legs wrapped tightly round his waist and her arms round his neck. "Meyla?"
she looked up at him and whispered, "Are we alright?"
"We're fine, just need to get down now…" he looked down below. "After I recover some of my strength."
Meyla looked down and shut her eyes, she didn't want to see the ground. She held on tighter, Rock rested his feet on the wall and signed, he felt Meyla breathing on his neck, her body entwined with his. "Are you alright?" he softly asked, she looked up and weakly smiled, "you saved me…" she whispered. Rock looked uneasy, he felt her slipping from his lap and he held her. She looked at him and panicked, "Are we falling?" "No! We're safe, believe me." She looked up at him and nodded, "Can we go down please?" Rock nodded and brushed her hair from her teary face, he smiled at her and kissed her gently on her forehead, "Sure thing." He replied and slowly abseiled down, with Meyla clinging to him.
Meyla, once her feet touched solid land buckled and sat on the floor, she gratefully received the water offered to her and felt several comforting arms around her. "There's someone up there!" she burst out, Rock amongst others looked at her with surprise, Smith picked up the rope that fell and examined the end, "She's right! Someone has cut it." He declared. The crowd broke out into arguments and looked up at the ridge. Rock sat down next to Meyla and lay on his back. He closed his eyes and let the strength return to his body. He heard Smith sending a party up to examine the top for clues, the area grew quiet and he opened one eye. Meyla was leaning against the slope, she too had her eyes closer, she looked better. "Alright?" he called out, she nodded and opened her eyes. "Someone tried to kill me!" She said, Rock sat up and looked up, he shook his head and quietly said, "I think we got a traitor on our hands." Meyla raised her eyebrow and looked at him, "Seriously?" Rock nodded and stood up, the group was returning. "Anything?" Smith shook his head, "Not a thing." Meyla stood up and said, "We better get a move on."
Rock nodded and soon the group resumed their journey towards the underground of the heart of the city. They reached a series of steps leading up to the pentagon, Meyla looked at her watch, she whispered to Rock who was behind her on the ladder, "There shouldn't be anyone up there now." Rock nodded and helped Meyla slowly open the cover. Meyla peered out, empty. She stepped out into the building and helped Rock out, one by one they climbed out and scoured the building. They grabbed weapons, DVDs and various other technology and put them into their back packs. Meyla was more interested in the documents, she recalled that some off the documents even she wasn't allowed to touch. She walked into the restricted area alone. She heard someone approaching her, she jumped when someone place a hand on her shoulder, she spun around and breathed out. "Rock! Bloody hell!" she muttered, Rock shrugged and shone his torch around the area, he looked at the locked filing cabinets and pulled out his tool kit. Meyla looked at him as he picked the locks, with a small click, the padlock undone. Meyla slid it open and flicked through the documents, she grabbed Rock torch and shone it at some of them. Rock grabbed them and shoved them into his bag, "We don't have time for this!" He cursed and zipped up his bag. Meyla sighed and followed him back to the tunnel and climbed back in, she slid the cover back on and climbed back down the ladder, the whole group waited for her, big smiles on their faces as they held various sorts of weapons. They headed back as the sun rose on the horizon and the corporations awoke, not aware of the break in.