An Unauthorized Genetic Experiment: episode two.
Author: Chippewa Livingston
Archive: Please ask
Disclaimer: I claim no affiliation or ownership of characters or material related to Dark Angel.
Chapter 24: Wonder Woman
I was on my way to the building before the five minutes were up. "Help me out with the cameras." I hailed my cyber angel.
""You're going in." Logan's voice was filled with relief. I couldn't help but wonder what the man's poker face was like.
"Yeah, and fluorescent lighting wreaks havoc on my complexion." I hung up. We were getting down to the wire. I could see a little military caravan creeping towards us on my cognitive map and I had no plan as to how to get myself to Sharp. It was like being one of the dots waiting for Pac Man to eat it. And not old fashioned Pac Man- new age Pac Man complete with AK-47.
Sure, I walked right in the front door, with no problems but quite sure they would start on the other side. The main corridor was eerily still after the activity of the parking lot. I chalked that up to Logan too. Unfortunately, everyone who hadn't been neatly contained by Logan's foray into the electronic locking system would be making there way towards Asha and Sharp like rats in a maze.
The first guy I came upon was a local cop that belonged in a shopping mall. I rounded a corner silently having heard a voice ahead. "…Heard some kind of military brass are on the way, we're supposed to clear out." The radio in his hand crackled to life. The reply, filled with expletives, was a frustrated insight that they couldn't leave until someone fixed the system and unlocked the doors. The guy on my end laughed. "Over and out." I found a nerve in his neck- not the right one. He'd still pass out, that or have a heart attack but I didn't have the time to cry about it.
He slumped to the floor, out cold.
One less lap for me in the burning lake of sulphur.
I ran into my next three obstacles, literally. They were state police walking side by side down the otherwise empty hallway like they expected Osama, the Unibomber and the Grim Reaper himself to pop out of the walls. One of them courteously stayed where I'd dropped them but chivalry was dead in the other two and they just didn't respect a girl in a hurry. My foot connected with a jaw and by the time I had turned again guy #2 was pulling out his gun. The disarm I chose didn't goes as planned and I felt his radius snap as his wrist turned farther than it was meant to turn. I took him down with a blow to the temple and took his gun.
"Whoa! That was like Wonder Woman quality action!" So the hallway wasn't empty. I was faced with a skinny young man in civilian clothes, that is dockers, a beanie, pocket protector and 80s style fingerless gloves. Some tech whiz from the security company I decided. He was no more threatening standing there than he was as a limp form at my feet. But his ID tag would be helpful. That along with the gloves and a pencil used to hastily put my hair up gave me enough of a disguise that I just had to sprint(which I wanted to do anyway) and babble about computer problems and Giga-junk to get myself to the lower levels.
As I descended the hallways became grayer and pressed closer. I imagined how close they'd be pressing on Sharp and ran faster. There was no one on these levels and I was listening for signs of life and hearing none. I rounded a corner and an arm snapped out in front of my face. It would have caught me under the jaw but it dropped just in time and caught me across the chest, giving so I wasn't slung backward.
"Elle!"
But I was already going back the way I came. "Abort! Now!"
Sharp was off and running and Asha a moment behind. "Objective Complete." He told me.
"Good. We're out of time." We noticed a the same time that speech wasn't a problem because, instinctively we ran so Asha could keep pace.
"How far out of time?"
"Might want to carry her."
Author: Chippewa Livingston
Archive: Please ask
Disclaimer: I claim no affiliation or ownership of characters or material related to Dark Angel.
Chapter 24: Wonder Woman
I was on my way to the building before the five minutes were up. "Help me out with the cameras." I hailed my cyber angel.
""You're going in." Logan's voice was filled with relief. I couldn't help but wonder what the man's poker face was like.
"Yeah, and fluorescent lighting wreaks havoc on my complexion." I hung up. We were getting down to the wire. I could see a little military caravan creeping towards us on my cognitive map and I had no plan as to how to get myself to Sharp. It was like being one of the dots waiting for Pac Man to eat it. And not old fashioned Pac Man- new age Pac Man complete with AK-47.
Sure, I walked right in the front door, with no problems but quite sure they would start on the other side. The main corridor was eerily still after the activity of the parking lot. I chalked that up to Logan too. Unfortunately, everyone who hadn't been neatly contained by Logan's foray into the electronic locking system would be making there way towards Asha and Sharp like rats in a maze.
The first guy I came upon was a local cop that belonged in a shopping mall. I rounded a corner silently having heard a voice ahead. "…Heard some kind of military brass are on the way, we're supposed to clear out." The radio in his hand crackled to life. The reply, filled with expletives, was a frustrated insight that they couldn't leave until someone fixed the system and unlocked the doors. The guy on my end laughed. "Over and out." I found a nerve in his neck- not the right one. He'd still pass out, that or have a heart attack but I didn't have the time to cry about it.
He slumped to the floor, out cold.
One less lap for me in the burning lake of sulphur.
I ran into my next three obstacles, literally. They were state police walking side by side down the otherwise empty hallway like they expected Osama, the Unibomber and the Grim Reaper himself to pop out of the walls. One of them courteously stayed where I'd dropped them but chivalry was dead in the other two and they just didn't respect a girl in a hurry. My foot connected with a jaw and by the time I had turned again guy #2 was pulling out his gun. The disarm I chose didn't goes as planned and I felt his radius snap as his wrist turned farther than it was meant to turn. I took him down with a blow to the temple and took his gun.
"Whoa! That was like Wonder Woman quality action!" So the hallway wasn't empty. I was faced with a skinny young man in civilian clothes, that is dockers, a beanie, pocket protector and 80s style fingerless gloves. Some tech whiz from the security company I decided. He was no more threatening standing there than he was as a limp form at my feet. But his ID tag would be helpful. That along with the gloves and a pencil used to hastily put my hair up gave me enough of a disguise that I just had to sprint(which I wanted to do anyway) and babble about computer problems and Giga-junk to get myself to the lower levels.
As I descended the hallways became grayer and pressed closer. I imagined how close they'd be pressing on Sharp and ran faster. There was no one on these levels and I was listening for signs of life and hearing none. I rounded a corner and an arm snapped out in front of my face. It would have caught me under the jaw but it dropped just in time and caught me across the chest, giving so I wasn't slung backward.
"Elle!"
But I was already going back the way I came. "Abort! Now!"
Sharp was off and running and Asha a moment behind. "Objective Complete." He told me.
"Good. We're out of time." We noticed a the same time that speech wasn't a problem because, instinctively we ran so Asha could keep pace.
"How far out of time?"
"Might want to carry her."