Cleopatra 2525: The Truth About Mysteries
Ch. 2: The Incredible Ms. Knox
By: NelleFang-Slayer
I don't own anything except my OC's and storyline. Hope you like it.
The girl was still looking at them waiting for an answer. "Well?"
"2525." Hel said.
"Damn. That long?" the girl replied.
"Who are you?" Sarge asked with her weapons ready.
"Didn't they tell you?" she responded.
"Who?" Hel asked.
"The one's who sent you here." She said.
"Hel, what do you think?" Sarge asked her leader.
"I don't know."
"What? Did they not get the message?" the girl said as she stood up.
Sarge and Hel still had their weapons aimed at her.
"Don't tell me you didn't get the message?" Great job Jacey, you screwed up big tim."
"What are you talking about?" Sarge asked.
"Jacey was suppose to send the person incharge a message for their team to come pick me up." She said.
"We got a message, yes. So tell us who are you." Hel responded.
"Oh sorry, I was never really good at that. My name's Harley, Harley Knox. And you are?"
"this is Cleopatra, Sarge, and I'm Hel."
"Pleasure, now if you got the message then lets get to work I need to find my stuff and we can get this ball rolling." Harley said.
"What?" Hel asked.
"Sorry right, I forgot no one would believe me so… Do you have some kind of bondage?" Hel and Sarge looked bewildered while Cleo was laughing, "No, well how about a tranquilizers or something?"
"Why on earth would you need…"Hel was starting to say.
"Oh cause you don't trust me and since I'm not from this time let alone century you should have a way of getting me to your lab without me, well what you think I might do, wrong. So tranquilizers?"
Don't have any." Hel replied.
"Okay then, I know how to make everyone feel a little bit more safer." Harley said.
"How?" Sarge asked.
"Well since you're the one who's all trigger happy, why don't you knock me out." Harley replied.
"Fine by me." Sarge stated.
"I don't think I'm okay with that." Hel said.
"Me either." Cleo added.
"I have to trust you before you will trust me." She turned to Sarge. "Knock out with one punch please."
"I think I can oblige you." And Sarge took the swing and the girl hit the floor hard.
"OW!" Harley yelled as she got back up. "Con on now I said one."
Everyone was shocked at how she was able to take a hit like that.
"Alright try it again. This time please go full force."
Sarge was a little peeved at the young girl's statement and threw another puch this time the girl couldn't get back up. Cleo and Hel rushed to her side. They saw that her right side of her face was covered in blood; split lip, cut above the eye, and an already formed bruises on her check and jaw.
"Sarge you didn't have to do that." Cleo said.
"Hel how is she?" Voice asked.
"She's cut up pretty badly and out cold, but I think she's fine." Hel looked up at Sarge.
"What? She told me to do it." Sarge replied.
"Well you didn't have to 'oblige' her, as you put it." Hel said. "Come on let's get her back to the Lab."
"Why did I have to carry her?" Sarge asked.
"You knowed her out." Hel answered.
Mauser walked over to the team of women. "Voice told me everything. Put her in the healing pod. Voice wants to ask her a few things."
"As do I." Hel replied.
Sarge and Mauser loaded the girl into the chamber and it took only seconds for her to wake back up completely healed. Mauser rolled her out of the pod while Sarge had her gun on Harley.
"Still don't trust me, huh. Well that's okay, I wouldn't trust me either. Hell, I probably would have just shot me." Harley stated.
"I can change that." Sarge replied.
"Sarge. Put your weapons away." Hel said.
"Thanks for that. I'd hate to have missed the destruction of earth just to be shot, with no friends to mourn me." Harley responded.
"Mind telling us who you are?" Hel asked.
"I'm the Incredible Ms. Knox." She replied.
"What?" Sarge said.
"It's what my sister used to call me. I'd go off on the dangerous missions and come back with barely a scratch. So she'd call me the Incredible Ms. Knox. That's probably what I'll miss the most, that and chocolate ice cream."
"Wait chocolate ice cream? What year are you from?" Cleo asked and her friends looked curious as to why she just asked this question.
"2020. Not Earth's better years."
"What do you mean?" Hel questioned.
"2012 was when the world ended. Well so to speak. I guess the Myans were right." Harley replied.
"No way." Clea said.
"Myans?" Sarge asked.
"Never mind. You want answers; so shoot." Harley said. "But please with words." She begged Sarge.
Sarge smile, but kept her hand on her weapon just in case.
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