Statistically, there were at least two guards flanking the two sides, guns at the ready. And it would, statistically, take them 5.7 seconds to subdue him with the tasers they obviously had; if they had gone through the trouble of sending three transgenics to capture, and not kill, the guards would be under strict orders.
He turned over on his side, facing the wall, and decided to get some sleep. After all, he couldn't do much of anything stuck in the cell.
* * *
The door to the board room closed quietly behind the three transgenics. All the members were sufficiently happy with their success, but no one more so then the Head. An eerie smile situated itself on his face and didn't seem to have any intentions of leaving.
"What is next?" Four asked.
"First, the transgenics are to be terminated." The Head told them all. "It was quite obvious that they had read the file, and it's not known how they will react to such news. We can't have that liability walking around. Seven, Nine, you are aware of what needs to be done."
"Yes, sir." The members code-named Seven and Nine said together, then got up and left the board room.
"I think it would be best if we did not ask him what we really wish to know." The Head continued. "He will know that we want him for that mind of his, so lets not let him know that he could possibly be terminated after he gives us the answer we want. We'll ask him a few trivial questions first, then slip in what we really want answered, and end with a few more trivial questions so it seems as if he's safe."
"So, we will be terminating then?" Three questioned.
"Yes." The Head told him. "For the same reasons that he was to be terminated the first time. His technology - his mind - can't leave this country. It would be disastrous."
"Are we going to build a relationship of trust first?" Six asked.
"We do not have the time to do that, unfortunately, so we will have to be cautious every minute he is in our custody." The Head answered. He opened his mouth to say more, but a tiny red button underneath his end of the table began glowing brightly. He pushed his chair back so the other members could see the red glow. "Something's gone wrong with the transgenics."
Four pulled out a phone and speed dialed a number. It took only seconds before there was a response. He said into the phone calmly, "There is a situation with three X6s... Find them, and you are authorized to use deadly force. No, in fact, this is a termination. Move."
He folded up the cell phone and tucked it back in his pocket, then returned to his former stoic position. After a moment, the red glow disappeared and the Head returned to his normal place at the table. He gave a small sigh, then continued.
"Now, onto other business..."
* * *
587 got behind the guard and wrapped his arm around his neck. He kept the man in the headlock until he lost enough oxygen and fell unconscious. He let his body slump to the floor and looked at 469 and 385, who were dealing with men of their own.
"Move! Move! Move!" 587 commanded and the three began running down the corridor.
They ran until they found themselves in an unfamiliar part of the building, but weren't bothered because there appeared to be no guards. Until they turned the corner, however, and saw two guards standing on two sides of a cell. Acting instinctively, they rushed forward and disarmed the men, then 469 and 587 knocked them out.
"Your best bet would be leaving through the next exit that's coming up."
They all turned and looked in the cell, finding the man called Aaron they had captured earlier. Knowing that he would surely be killed, 587 tried to unlock the cell door, but he wasn't finding much luck.
"Don't bother." Aaron said. He was still laying on the bed and had made himself comfortable. "Just go."
587 looked conflicted, but ultimately turned to 469 and 385 and nodded for them to move out. The two ran before him, and he held back and stared at Aaron. He felt that they were in the same boat. Neither asked to be created or go through what they had, but they both did anyway. After Aaron gave him a look and raised his eyebrows, 587 sighed and ran off down the corridor.
He managed to catch up 469 and 385, who were waiting at the exit door for him. They all slipped out, the door closing silently behind them. 469 and 385 looked at him, their faces asking "Where do we go from here?"
587 pointed to the woods nearby and they all ran like they had never run before.
* * *
The slapping of many feet against the tile of the floor disturbed Aaron, causing him to roll onto his back and sigh. Two transgenics, one male and one female, stopped in front of his cell and glared in at him. Then the many guards who were with them caught up with them and stopped behind them.
"Where did they go?" The female demanded.
"Outside." Aaron answered simply.
Their glares turned to snarls, but they decided not to do anything about - or to - Aaron at the minute, and just turned to the guards behind them.
"When we get out there, separate and spread out!" The male barked at them.
"Remember," The female added in an equally harsh voice. "This is a termination!"
One team of guards followed the male back the way they came (obvious to Aaron that they would be taking the front) and the female lead her team down the corridor (obviously covering the rear.)
He couldn't help but smile. He put his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. He knew that if the guards spread out and separated, there would be no way they could take the three transgenics on. They didn't have half as many people as they should have and the transgenic leaders appeared to be sloppy. This, he realized, was how twelve nine-year-olds slipped past hundreds of guards.
* * *
587 slowly picked up a fallen branch and crouched behind a tree. He counted to three, then jumped out and swung the branch at the head of an approaching guard. It connected with a satisfying crack and the man fell to the ground. 587 was quick to grab the man's gun and continue on.
469 was just ahead of him and moving fast. She hadn't met with any guards so far, and was quite pleased with that, but she knew better than to let her guard down even for a second. She knew 587 was behind her and had taken out a guard, but didn't stop to watch. Spectatorship often led to death. She hurried along, seeing the end of the forest finally. She smiled a bit, letting for that one-second for her emotions get the best of her. She broke through the edge of the forest and ran down the incline that led to a road. She stopped and stood next to 385.
587 broke through the forest finally and ran down to join his companions. He ordered them to split up and meet at their arranged place. The two nodded and rushed off in different directions. He held back and scoped out the surrounding area. He knew a military convoy, or seven, would soon be thundering down the road before him, so he quickly moved out.