Retribution
Disclaimer:
I own nothing here, except for Kia (X5 462). Note, there is a bit of nasty language, but nothing worse than what has been on the show. I have attempted to stay true to form. Reminder, this is a work in progress, so things may change some from here on out. (Note: this will not end as Season 2 did. ~Freak Nation was a truckload of crap to me. Just my opinion.~)
Thank you for the wonderful reviews so far! (Stroking my ego, I love it!) This chapter is going to bring you into 462's mind, and why she is seeking revenge against one of her own kind.
Author=s Note: Please note that Spy Ops is another division of Manticore. (Someone has to get the information to begin with, right?) I am not in the business of confusing anyone here, but if I do, I=m sorry.
~Thanks Miro, as always!~
Chapter 3: When did things go wrong?
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Lying in a pile of leaves, the mist of the morning was making her clothes cling to her body. Her right leg was immobile. Her memory from a few hours earlier was murky. Thoughts came about being knocked down. The cracking of bone. It felt like an assault from weapon or a human.
She could feel eyes traveling over her as she raised her head cautiously. 462 opened hers just enough to meet 494's frigid glare.
"What the hell happened back there?"
Growling, he grabbing her chin. "I didn't want this. I didn't want to be apart of this= mission. "
"Well tough shit, 494. The whole situation is out of our hands now. We had an assignment that we had to follow. I can=t help it if the intel was bad. I needed to cover our tracks!@
Rasing her body from the ground, she met 494's fist. The force knocked her down, only to allow her cat-like reflexes to twist her body and roll to her feet.
Quickly, he shot for her abdomen like a spear. She rolled to her left, attempting to keep pressure off her crumpled leg.
ASo this is your answer to our situation?" She panted. "I think we could have discussed this instead of kicking each others ass, but if this is the way you want it...@
She scanned the ground for a weapon. Discovering a large branch ten feet away, she shifted her weight, causing pain to scream from her lower body. Knowing that the misery could be used in her favor, she swept up the club and violently turned toward her attacker.
The branch connected with 494's skull and snapped like a twig. His body toppled to the ground and a bloody pool was increasing from the blow.
Lightheaded from the impact, 494 pushed his aching body from the earth. Turning toward her, a drop of blood landed on his lip. Feeling the warmth of his own blood, he slipped his tongue out of his mouth and savored it. Rage engulfed his features.
Both leapt for one another and collided in a heap of flesh on the ground. Fists were moving and an accelerated rate, some making contact with the body, some with dirt. Rolling from side to side, 494 managed to shift his body over 462. He held her arms for a moment, looking at her like she was fragile. 462 proceeded to head butt him and cause him to fall to her side.
She rolled herself over and rose to her feet. AGet up! What the hell is the matter with you, Soldier! I thought that ol= Lydecker trained us better than that!@
He met her gaze and skyrocketed from the ground. She threw her palms to him, preparing herself for the assault for which she begged. The fuel that was her leg was making her adrenaline flow, she was prepared for whatever he brought.
His body flew into the air, over her shoulder and he swung his arm over her head from behind. She threw her body forward, pulling his weight over her head and throwing him to the ground. He scrambled to his feet and darted for her again.
Weakness. Take full advantage of it.= He swept his leg and made contact with hers. Her body fell to the ground as the bone protruded through her jeans.
Pulling back, 494 stood up in front of her and reached behind his back. A Glock quickly appeared. No sooner than she saw it, it went off.
The heat of the bullet seared through her flesh and crimson emerged from the location of the shell. Her black shirt began to glisten from the wound. She fell backward toward the ground, feeling all life drain from her as she tried to speak.
494 moved in on her and slipped his hand inside the inner pocket of her jacket and retrieved the set of disks that she was safe keeping. As he began to slip away toward the motorcycle, she whimpered, "Never abandon your Unit."
"Saboteurs are never a part of my unit." He then heaved his injured body onto the bike and sped away.
462 laid immobile in the cold, crisp air. Hopefully when the Search and Rescue Team came, she would still be alive.
0800 Hours
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The concrete felt warm as it touched his back. His mind was racing from the events of the last twelve hours. Sensory overload was just taking over when he decided that clearing his mind would be the best. He sat down on the edge of his bunk, pulling the pistol out from behind his back. In a moment of haste, he threw up his bunk and tossed it into his footlocker. He would have to take care of the pistol later. He was due for briefing.
0810 Hours
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"Report."
"Sir, the intel from the mission was recovered. Unfortunately, 462 was attacked. I attempted to retrieve her, but due to the mode of transportation I had available to me, I was unable to bring her in."
"Do you remember her location?"
"No Sir. It was too dark, and there were no landmarks to refer to."
"Very well, we will have the S&S team see if they can recovery her. 462 must be recovered. We cannot risk this kind of exposure. 494, I want you personally to look into 462's research for your next mission. I will be briefing you shortly in regards to the mission. Understood?"
"Yes Sir." He turned slightly way with a bead of sweat growing on his brow.
