Snippet #1615843

77, continuing through the desert found nothing as she progressed. Just more dirt, and lack of water. That is, until a ship seemed to break into view. A short moment took place before it landed. The caution of air seemed to warn her as she came to a stop. She would see a figure leaving the ship approaching her. It was a little too easy for someone to get out of the ship to just check on her. But at least they did not stay inside of it leaving her in the dark as to what their intentions were. "Hey!" It was small, but at least it was somewhat of a friendly greeting. She loosened her guard, brushing the hair from her eyes to try and clearly see the one approaching. Blocking the sun with her left hand, she could at least tell it was a male. "You're Subject 77 right?!"

Eyes widening, she jumped backwards. It was not right for someone just met to know someones identity. They were not just passing by, asking if 77 needed a lift. No, they were here because of her. Whilst in the motion of jumping backward, the blade on her back returned to a normal state. The bag that once hung continued motion even after her feet hit the ground as it freely flew further behind her until it nestled to its own miniature crater of dirt. At first, it was just her ring finger and middle finger splitting apart. Skin tore, as the bone visually split, and the fingers melded together. Slight color change as the element changed to that of steel. The arm continued to split up to her elbow where the bloody veins wrapped around the split bone. Skin absorbed into the bone as the sharp blade was made.

She kept her right foot forward, hanging her left arm that was now a blade in the air near her head. Showing that she was ready to attack, and that her defenses were raised. " First I would like to ask some questions." She hollered out, not allowing herself to budge. "First, is a request, don't come any closer!" She squinted her eyes trying to fight against the blur the sun was creating. " Who are you, and what do you want with me?" Then again, the reasoning of why he was here looking for her was probably a lot more important then who he was himself.

"I also want information on how you found me." Out here she thought she was hidden. Had technological breakthroughs really occurred, or was she neglecting something rather simple?