The only lights that the small group of Resistance members could see were an eerie fog-light in the distance and the pulse charges on their guns. The soft pattering of six feet on a metal surface was the only noise. Elle was afraid to even breathe.
On such a dark night, Elle would have been perfectly content to go to sleep in her home, which was an old, abandoned bank on the edge of Central Park. It was a Saturday night, so she would be going to church the next morning. But there was no time for that now. She had been chosen for this mission: sabotage. She had the details memorized. A dangerous task, only two others had come along.
She darted silently ahead, intent upon reaching her goal faster. But then-
Whee-ooo! Whee-ooo!
Deafening sirens suddenly blared all around the little trio as spotlights on the sides of the narrow walkway lit up. Elle, cringing, turned back to see one of her companions, indistinct in the sub-darkness, step off of a trip wire, which was designed to catch intruders. Apparently, it had done its job. A feminine voice began stating in a loud montone, "Welcome to New York City. Present identification to the nearest console. Present identification to the nearest console. Present identification..."
Elle's eyes darted from the boys to the hidden elevator they had used to access the Upper City. "Run," she said, as all three of them took off at once, abandoning the mission. Mentally, Elle was cursing herself. She had been given command of this mission. She'd botched it; now there would be hell to pay...
Pseew! Ps-pseew! Three laser shots came out of nowhere and hit Kevin in the chest. "Kevin! NOO!" shouted the other soldier (Elle couldn't remember his name) as the dark-haired man clasped his chest and toppled slowly, as if suspended, over the side of the platform into the darkness. "Keep - moving!" Elle shouted through gritted teeth, grasping the guy's arm and dragging him part of the way. Then she forced his head down in time to avoid two more laser shots that came arcing through the air to strike again.
Now the source of the shots was close enough to see clearly. Two police-bots, hovering on their one 'leg', were glaring at the couple. "Resist and die," stated one of them in a grating metallic voice.The other armed his pulse rifle as if to prove this point. Elle, who already had out Winona, was aiming the pulse pistol at the left cop, while she noted out of the corner of her eye that the boy was aiming his own blaster at the other robot. They shot in unison, the blasts resinating off the spiderwebbed metal walkways of the city.
Her shot was true, striking the robot squarely. Immediately, he tumbled to the ground with a muffled thud. The other cop was hit as well; although the blast had only struck his arm, it knocked him off balance and he followed Kevin over the edge.
Elle, looking at the male, helped him to his feet (he had fallen over) and they raced to the elevator and began their long descent. Indeed, there would be hell to pay for what had just happened...
Brace d'Ardeneta was completely oblivious to the violence that took place less than a block away from his apartment. Well, one block and roughly 389 floors.
He was sitting smugly on his leather sofa, drinking hot cocoa and watching a documentary about the Civil War. He snorted in derision; what kind of fools would let an entire sector of their country sever ties with them? He was lucky to grow up under such a better regime. His father was a genius.
He checked the time; it was after midnight. No matter; tomorrow was Sundaym and he had nothing planned. He could sleep all day if he so desired...
Bzz. Bzz. His communicator vibrated insistantly, so he picked up the small black device and checked it. He had a new comm, from his mother. Your father wishes to see you in the morning in his office read the message. Brace mentally noted the meeting, then proceded to turn back to the television. He had a lot to do in the morning...
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