Sarah moved slowly through a maze of desks and cubicles. This was the first room that Sarah and Martin had found that was light. The lighting was dim but it was enough that someone could read and work without much problems. Many of the computer were still one and the coffee in the corner was still warm. Near the very center of the room was a pile of papers that had been shredded and dumped. Someone had been here recently and they had cleared out in a hurry.
This room felt like a prison to Sarah. There were cameras hanging in every corner and several on the ceiling above the computer stations. There were three doors, two of them were leading into and out of the room. Both of those doors were locked from the outside. The third door looked like it was to a bathroom. It reminded Sarah of the Kaliba community.
"Martin, have you found anything?"
"No. There is no point in going through the shredded papers, the computers are all password protected. I'm sure whomever is on the other end of these cameras are laughing their asses off right now." Martin walked up besides her. "I say we set some C4 here and we get the hell out of here. We are exposed here and this place doesn't feel right."
"Right."
Sarah pulled some C4 out of her bag and tossed it to Martin. He caught the plastic and took it over to the largest collection of computer equipment. Sarah kept her eyes on the doors as Martin worked. He was just about finished when Sarah heard something. It almost sounded like someone was whistling.
"Martin." Sarah whispered. "Do you hear that?"
Martin slowly stood up and raised his rifle. "No. What do you hear?"
"It sounds like…" Sarah faded off as she turned to look at the bathroom door. "It sounds like whistling."
The two of them approached the door with cation. Sarah took ahold of the doorknob and gave it a slight turn. It wasn't locked. She looked to Martin and nodded her head. Martin aimed his rifle and returned the nod. Sarah, holding her breath slightly, turned the knob the rest of the way and threw the door open. Martin quickly entered and Sarah followed him.
It was a tiny bathroom with only one ceil and a sink. It looked like a cheap bathroom out of a cheep gas station. Judging from the smell, it had been a popular place for the people working here to visit. Judging from the graffiti on the walls, their overlords didn't come in all that often.
The whistling was very clear now. Someone was in the bathroom stall. Sarah and Martin looked at each other, nodded, and kicked in the stall door at the same time. The door's lock broke and the door swung forward with all the force that the two soldiers could impose upon it. It didn't make it very far when it crashed into the face of a man. He screamed out as his nose began straying blood.
"What the hell, guys?" He shouted as he tried to push past them.
Sarah grabbed his shirt and threw him back on the toilet. "Who are you?"
The man seemed to only just realize that Sarah and Martin were not his coworkers and that they were both caring very big guns. His face went pale—save for where the blood was still running down his lips and chin. Both his hands came up in front of him in an effort to shield himself from the threat of death.
"Please, take it easy! I just work here, ok? I just come in, do my job and then leave." He was sweating and beginning to hyperventilate.
Martin reached towards the back of his rifle and cocked it for effect—the loaded bullet ejecting from the chamber and dropping to the ground.
"My name is Mikey, ok? Look, I wasn't looking for any trouble. I took an IT job, it was to support my family. How was I supposed to know that I would be forced to live in this shit hole? How was I supposed to know what was going on here?"
"Where is Skynet?" Sarah hissed at the man.
"Skynet? What is Skynet?" The man sputtered out.
"He is wasting our time." Martin said. "He is too stupid to know anything."
"Stupid," The man stood up in anger only to sit again as Sarah's shotgun rose in parallel to his face. "I'm not stupid. I have two degrees in computers and technology. I am also working on a doctorate degree at this very moment. I—"
"Please shut up." Sarah growled. "How many guards are in this facility?"
"Guards?" The man whimpered. "You mean like him?"
Sarah turned and felt something heavy crush into her skull. She dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Her vision was growing dark as she passed out.
