Maybe a new life would be better
By Cat
CHAPTER THREE; WE MEET AGAIN
"The Cyborg was confused at these sudden memories. He did not know what to make of it. 'Oh well' He thought. 'Just have to kill the bitch.'"
Priss' eyes widened as she looked up at the seven ft Cyborg who aimed the weapon at her. She gasped as she felt cold sweat on herself. She failed her attempt at trying to get up.
((Mobile pit))
"Got it!" Nene yelled out just as a moderately large explosion was heard somewhere not far off. "Priss." She called into the microphone in her helmet." I've got the information."
No reply seemed to be heard from the brunette close, hand-to-hand, combat artist.
"Priss?" Nene said in confusion. "Priss answer me!" Nene's voice was filled with worry at the ignorance. She turned to Sylia. "She won't answer."
"Linna!" Sylia shouted into a microphone, built into the mobile pit computer console.
"Yeah?" Came the painful response from Linna.
"What's happened to Priss?" Sylia rubbed her temple in worry; she could not bear to lose another Knight Saber, not after Jill and Kira.
"I don't know." Linna coughed. "I was scouting around, inside the warehouse when suddenly I heard an explosion which caused the building supports to fall and the wall collapsed in." She coughed again. "Priss was scouting around the outside."
"Shit!" Sylia swore before ordering Linna and Nene to go and find Priss before it was too late. Nene hastily left the mobile pit and Sylia sat down in the chair Nene had occupied before going over the files Nene had managed to download from GENOM.
((GENOM))
"Team seven and eight enter the building with caution and capture the Cyborg!" Lieutenant Major Alexander Folker shouted into the hand held two way radio he held. About twenty to twenty five armoured, highly altered GENOM men/ Cyborgs entered the destroyed building to recover their missing Cyborg. Alexander chuckled to himself at his self proclaimed genius and brilliance. "Putting that in built homing device was one of my more brilliant ideas." He complimented himself. As we can tell, he was really modest y'know? Have you ever got that feeling that you know these people from somewhere?
Alexander's modest comments were interrupted however by the rings of his mobile phone. "Can't anyone sneeze without interrupting me!" Alex snarled at the annoying tone. "Folker." He spoke into the small phone. "Yes
((Nene and Linna))
"Priss!" Nene called to the singer. "Speak to me!"
"Would you like fries with that?" Priss muttered to herself in pain.
"Sylia!" Nene called through the microphone. "We've found her!"
"Bring her back to the mobile pit." Sylia replied.
((Grendel Prime))
In a parking lot, Grendel Prime was facing odds, there were about 30 BU-12B combat Boomers and 2 BU-33C.
"You must surrender Grendel, you belong to GENOM." said the Boomer woman while the Combat Boomers pointing their rail gun/ Gatling gun arms at Grendel Prime. Grendel Prime was up against the wall with his rifle in his hand.
Grendel Prime: "I belong to NO ONE!"
Grendel Prime notice a few parked cars and used his riffle on them blowing them up reducing the numbers of the Boombers so he set aside his riffle and took out his lightsaber which glowed a blood red and then charged at them. The battle was fierce, the Combat Boomers were shooting all over the place tying to hit the Black Cyborg but Grendel Prime was more powerful then the Standered Boomers. Some might say he was a Second Generation Boomer. But his mission was to find out his Identity and let nothing stand in his way. Using his lightsaber, he hacked and slashed all the Combat Boomers as if they were butter. The Female Boomers were now Scared and they didn't want to end up like the combat boomers.
Female Boomer: "We should Report back to HQ, Capturing the Renagde Boomer was Unsuccessful."
2nd Female Boomer: "Agreed."
To be continued…