I would like to dedicate this chapter to woutwax who sent me a very…lovely review. "This story is dumb. I read the whole thing to see if it was going to get better, but unfortunately, it did not. Your description is horrible and the plot is stupid. Please discontinue." Sorry to disappoint you but I'm not going anywhere. Just cause you cant see the plot doesn't mean it isn't there. So, stop your bitching, write a good story yourself, take some happy pills and try to make suggestions rather then simply being an ass.
Chapter 7
Harper and Anya stared at the processor.
"How are we going to get that off?" Harper muttered.
"I don't know. I am a solider. I'm not used to this."
Harper nodded. "Well," he said walking in front of the processor. "It seems to be only attacking a certain function. See all these areas it hasn't touched? It was designed to cling to one area and I'm thinking seep into it and stick. Cover it squeeze so no information can get through."
Anya looked at him "you know all that just from looking at it?"
"Well, a friend of mine made a virus kinda like this once so I am assuming they basically do the same thing."
Anya shook her head. "How people can do that is beyond me."
"Well, you are a special ops officer, you see someone and you automatically think how hard it would be to kick their ass right?" Harper asked.
"Yes."
"Well, I'm the same way. I see something and my genius starts-a-working."
"Ok…I guess"
"Alright." Harper walked over and prodded the goo only to receive a jolt of electricity to his hand. Harper yelped and jumped back.
Anya laughed despite the seriousness of the situation.
"Oh ha ha." Harper muttered frowning. "Well, you would be pleased to know there is no way to touch it!"
Anya looked serious again. "So you can't fix it?"
"I can I just need to figure out how."
"Oh that's reassuring."
"Hey, whose fault is it that we are in here in the first place?"
"It isn't mine!"
"Really?"
"Yeah!"
"Last time I checked, officers on Ozraya weren't supposed to get…involved with each other." Harper smirked.
Anya stood there shooting daggers at him. "Bastard." She muttered.
"Sounds like every one of my dates." Harper muttered.
"gee I cant imagine why."
Harper took a tool off his bet and poked the goo. When nothing happened, he tried to scrape some of it off. Again, nothing.
Harper just stood staring. "Any ideas?" he asked Anya.
Anya looked at him coldly. "try….this." she said she took a gun from her hip and scraped some of the goo off.
"Hey, how did you do that!"
"I tied lightly, no trying to break it." She muttered. She took something out of her pocket.
"What's that?" Harper asked cautiously.
"Programmable nanos."
"You carry around nanobots?"
"Yes, just in case."
Harper just shook his head. "you are too paranoid."
"Better then being defenseless."
"True."
"Here, program the nanos to eat the goo crap." Anya said handing him the sample goo and the nanos.
"Are you sure you aren't an engineer?" Harper asked,.
"Positive."
A/N again, thank you woutwax, you really inspired me to write again.