CHILD RESCUE - ROUGH WIP


I was told that this facility was vulnerable during a brief window while the system
was backing up or something. So I got in easily, but leaving undetected was going to
be difficult. All the information I had received about this endeavor, so far had been correct
from the codes for the doors to the location of the records room.

Their filing system was hard to decipher, so I was caught unaware when I found myself
surrounded by for guards with automatic rifles pointed at my head. I raised my hands over
my head and slowly turned around. Roughly, they shoved me into the wall and removed my
weapon. As they pat down my legs for other concealed weapons, a small tendril of smoke
wafted into the room followed by its grizzled owner.

One of the guards handed him my gun and unconcerned tucked he into his coat pocket.

"Mr. Mulder." He addressed me, taking a drag from his ever-present Morley. "I'm
beginning the think we should hire you as a security consultant since you've always been kind
enough to point out the flaws in our security systems." He then dismissed the guards with a nod of his head.

As they left the room the Bastard levels my own gun at me and put out his cigarette.
"Let's take a walk, Fox." He said gesturing toward the door with my gun. He guided
me down a wide sterile hallway with a firm grasp on my elbow and the gun pressed to my side.

A plan of escape refused to form, "perhaps he'll confess his plan and leave to die and
* then * a plan will come to me, like in the Bond movies," I thought desperately.

He abruptly stopped our progress in front of one of the doors that lined the hall. He cocked
his head listening. Then I heard it too. Screeching voices. Children.

He released my elbow and dug a keycard from his pocket. He held it out to me
and gestured to the handleless door with the gun. "If you would be so kind." I gave him a
suspicious look. "It's not a scheduled stop but I'm sure you'll find it interesting." He insisted.

I snatched to card from his hand and swiped it. The door slid open and he nudged me into the room
with my gun. "I trust you will not misbehave in front of the children, Fox," He whispered as he concealed
the gun in his pocket and took back the keycard. The door slid close behind us.

When the door had opened the squabbling from the room became silent. The children stared at us
like deer caught in the headlights, frozen in their position fighting over some object, half-crawling over
the knee-high nursery table and pulling hair.

When CSM directed his attention toward the startled little girls in identical overalls, they scramble
to line up in front of him for review.

The first child appeared to be about 8 years old. A stout girl with rosy cheeks with
a riot of mahogany curls. Her face was expressionless by her violet eyes focused
a look of cold contempt at the CSM.

The second girl was Emily. I know it wasn't really Emily but she was amazingly like her
but older. Six, I think. She had a sweet smile on her face while she rocked on her heels
concealing the object they were fighting over behind her back.

The last girl was a bird-like little thing. Skinny and delicate with her white-blonde
hair pulled into a messy ponytail. Her chocolate brown eyes darted about the
room fidgeted with the clasps of her overalls, looks as if at any moment she would fly away.

As I watched the girls CSM paced in front, scrutinizing them. "Where's the baby?"
He barked.

The two oldest girls were as silent as stones by the little blondes eyes kept
glancing to the toy box against the wall. As he walked over to investigate, he
issued a warning glance at me. The group caught this and now their interest was
focused on me as mine was earlier focused on them.

CSM threw the lid of the toy chest open. It contained nothing but toys, but then
the toys moved. He reached into the toys and pulled out a toddler by the back of
her overalls like she were a prize bass, spilling the toys she was hiding under
onto the floor.

He shifted his hold on her so she couldn't wriggle by grasping her under her arms.
She stopped struggling to peek up at him with her big green eyes through the bangs
of her short mop of wavy brown hair. A smile twitched at his lips as he settled her on
his hip and walked back the group to address them again.

When he set the baby on her feet in front of the oldest girl and straightened to
reprimand them for their noise, The oldest girl screamed "NOW!" and pulled the
baby behind her. The Emily hurled the white object she was holding at his face.
The oldest girl and the little blonde stepped forward and hooked a heel behind his ankles
and shoved his chest. Down he went hitting his head against the wall,
knocking him unconscious. The three of them pounced on his like a pack of
scavengers going through his pockets.

The oldest girl found his cigarettes and ground them into the floor with her heel in disgust.
The blonde found my weapon and handed it to me like it was a dead rat while Emily found
the keycard and held it aloft with a squeal.

She rushed to the door and swiped the card. She clapped her hands in excitement when the
door slid open as the other girls finished their task of tying CSM with bits of slinky and jump
rope. The oldest girl took the baby's hand to lead her out the door followed by the little blonde.
Before she exited the looked up at me and asked, "Coming?"

I nodded and stepped over the prone CSM and followed them out the door.