World Domination
Ch. 5
Pierce woke from apparently a black out. He was dirty, and lying in the grass outside of the building they just attempted to escape from. He didn't remember what happened, but He remembered being shot. That was the time he blacked out. He hoped to God that at least Logan and Aya made it out okay. He tried to move, but his body ached all over. He tried again, but failed. He knew he was capable, but the pain was tremendous. He moved his left arm, and hit something. He turned his head to see the motionless body of Logan. He sighed to himself, and then turned away.
An engine of a car sounded, and then drew near. It parked just a few feet from Pierce, and he felt that these were his last minutes alive. A man came out of his car, mumbling to himself. Pierce caught a few things like "we killed someone, so let's get the coroner to clean up the mess," imitating what he felt the others said, and he also heard him say when he inspected Logan. "Damn, this one isn't even dead, but I guess it's the coroner's duty to pick up his sorry-ass and drag it out of the way."
Pierce saw a stick, just out of reach of his right hand. He reached for it, as the coroner moved Logan to what appeared to be a large jeep, and felt tremendous pain in his right shoulder, where he had been shot. The coroner came back for him. He rolled and grabbed the stick and delivered a powerful blow to the coroner's head. The quick turn had caused him excruciating pain, but the damage had been done. The coroner fell unconscious.
He crawled the best he could to the driver side of the jeep. He opened the door and ignored all the pain as he hoisted himself in. He looked around. No keys. He moaned, and then crawled out of the car, and hit the ground with a hard thud. He crawled back to the coroner and searched the lab jacket for a set of keys. He forced himself back into the driver's seat, and found the ignition key. Just then Pierce realized how blurry his vision had gotten. The fact that sunrise was now bringing bright rays of light into his eyes didn't help him. Nothing had a definite shape. He started up the engine, and with much pain, pressed down on the gas pedal with his wounded leg. The car jerked forward but Pierce had to release the gas pedal. He decided to lean his body and use his left leg to push the gas.
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Aya didn't stop running, even though it seemed like she had ran about 3 miles. She luckily found a state patrolman cruising down a country road. She got a lift with him to the nearest city, Sacramento. She explained her case, and showed her badge, which she luckily still had. She got a charter flight to Los Angeles. There she found her way to M.I.S.T. headquarters, which had been trashed, but apparently an emergency call had reached many agents, since the place was crowded.
Without explaining why she was dirty, sweaty, and moving so fast down the halls to anyone, she made her way to the main office, and burst in. The assistant director of MIST, John Rutgers, was in charge, and looking extremely stressed. He looked at her, and then went back to some paper work he was filling out.
"Sir, I just escaped a new place where golem soldiers are being held, and probably created." Aya blurted that out instantly.
"Aya," he folded his hands on his desk. "I will inform the proper authorities. You need to get down to your apartment and get a shower and something to eat and drink. Melissa is there waiting for you with your little sister, who is scared to death right now."
Aya felt the need to protest further. "What do you mean 'proper authorities' John? We are the authorities."
"No, this has nothing to do with mitochondria. This is terrorism. This is not our business. Go home and give me a call in an hour and give me the details." Aya was about to protest again, but he stopped her. "Go now."
Ch. 5
Pierce woke from apparently a black out. He was dirty, and lying in the grass outside of the building they just attempted to escape from. He didn't remember what happened, but He remembered being shot. That was the time he blacked out. He hoped to God that at least Logan and Aya made it out okay. He tried to move, but his body ached all over. He tried again, but failed. He knew he was capable, but the pain was tremendous. He moved his left arm, and hit something. He turned his head to see the motionless body of Logan. He sighed to himself, and then turned away.
An engine of a car sounded, and then drew near. It parked just a few feet from Pierce, and he felt that these were his last minutes alive. A man came out of his car, mumbling to himself. Pierce caught a few things like "we killed someone, so let's get the coroner to clean up the mess," imitating what he felt the others said, and he also heard him say when he inspected Logan. "Damn, this one isn't even dead, but I guess it's the coroner's duty to pick up his sorry-ass and drag it out of the way."
Pierce saw a stick, just out of reach of his right hand. He reached for it, as the coroner moved Logan to what appeared to be a large jeep, and felt tremendous pain in his right shoulder, where he had been shot. The coroner came back for him. He rolled and grabbed the stick and delivered a powerful blow to the coroner's head. The quick turn had caused him excruciating pain, but the damage had been done. The coroner fell unconscious.
He crawled the best he could to the driver side of the jeep. He opened the door and ignored all the pain as he hoisted himself in. He looked around. No keys. He moaned, and then crawled out of the car, and hit the ground with a hard thud. He crawled back to the coroner and searched the lab jacket for a set of keys. He forced himself back into the driver's seat, and found the ignition key. Just then Pierce realized how blurry his vision had gotten. The fact that sunrise was now bringing bright rays of light into his eyes didn't help him. Nothing had a definite shape. He started up the engine, and with much pain, pressed down on the gas pedal with his wounded leg. The car jerked forward but Pierce had to release the gas pedal. He decided to lean his body and use his left leg to push the gas.
* * * * * * * *
Aya didn't stop running, even though it seemed like she had ran about 3 miles. She luckily found a state patrolman cruising down a country road. She got a lift with him to the nearest city, Sacramento. She explained her case, and showed her badge, which she luckily still had. She got a charter flight to Los Angeles. There she found her way to M.I.S.T. headquarters, which had been trashed, but apparently an emergency call had reached many agents, since the place was crowded.
Without explaining why she was dirty, sweaty, and moving so fast down the halls to anyone, she made her way to the main office, and burst in. The assistant director of MIST, John Rutgers, was in charge, and looking extremely stressed. He looked at her, and then went back to some paper work he was filling out.
"Sir, I just escaped a new place where golem soldiers are being held, and probably created." Aya blurted that out instantly.
"Aya," he folded his hands on his desk. "I will inform the proper authorities. You need to get down to your apartment and get a shower and something to eat and drink. Melissa is there waiting for you with your little sister, who is scared to death right now."
Aya felt the need to protest further. "What do you mean 'proper authorities' John? We are the authorities."
"No, this has nothing to do with mitochondria. This is terrorism. This is not our business. Go home and give me a call in an hour and give me the details." Aya was about to protest again, but he stopped her. "Go now."