"I'm Free"

His hand grates across his face

"I'm Free"

His hand grates across his face

Juliet Seven was a Replica Solider. He had become separated from his unit after the withdrawal from the Apartment complex. Juliet Squad had been routed by constant attacks by ATC and the Delta Force. They tried to regroup within the Auburn District. He had been injured when a fire extinguisher exploded behind him. He was presumed dead and left behind. That's when it started.

"Errrr"

Heart Function…Green

Repertory Function…Green

Connection…ERROR, ERROR, ERROR CONNECTION TERMINATED

Reboot…. Failed Subject Juliet Seven Inactive

This stunned him the connection was severed

"In active…?"

He was most certainly active and then it struck him, he was acting independently.

He grabs his Radio and presses the call button but hesitates and drops it. He looks around, there was nothing: no sounds no gunfire.

He sits up and cracks his neck before standing and retreating his discarded shotgun. He checks the ammo; it has been pillaged and was empty. Frustrated he slings it over his shoulder. He was wounded but the bleeding had stopped still he felt dizzy. It takes around ten minutes but he stumbles to the lobby still guided by his last order.

"Engage the Target in order to secure a withdrawal"

Still there was no one there; he could not feel the hive mind. He lumbers outside and sees the remains of Juliet Squad littering the streets. Their had been an intense fight here, the shots were erratic,

He thinks

"Was this really all done by one person?"

Then it dawned

The connection was severed he had effective become independent. He removes his helmet and smiles.

"I'm Free"

His hand grasps at the Balaclava covering his face. Then the sky ignites

Later

"Beckett, we have to make our way across the street to the Origin Facility on still island."

Beckett taps on his radio to signify agreement. He was confused and aggravated by the day's events so many people had died and more questions had been given then answers.

"I'm Free"

Beckett drops to a crouching position and cocks his head over the debris. Seeing what he believes to be a replica.

The solider was ragged and deformed and the shredded remains of its face coerced down its arm.

"What the hell"

Beckett stands up the replica turns around

"I'm Free"

His jaw intends and lets out a defining scream and hundreds of red cords shoot from it's body attaching to the ruins of Juliet Squad. Hoisting them up like McCabe puppets in some psychopaths play. Beckett disoriented shakes his head and cocks his gun. No one gets away from Alma, no one is ever free.