Special Branch and the HUGE Hospital Bills
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Huxley stamped his feet slightly and blew into his hands to warm them up.
It wasn't even cold, it just seemed appropriate.
His heart had almost failed when the shut down had kicked in, he was just glad the gate was ever so slightly open enough, wedged that way, so the magnet gizmos couldn't pull it shut for the bolts to slide home.
The worry now was that they would discover this fabulous little escape route he had ready for them before some jobsworth in the control room came to find out why the door was registering oddly.
I.e. Not shut.
What was taking them so long?
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OOC: Sorry its been so long. I'm kinda glad that everyone else has been a bit stumped too though, cos I'd hate to be have been left behind.
Needy stopped dead in his tracks halfway down the corridor.
It seemed as if he had been running in circles, either that or all the corridors looked the same.
He didn't know whether the former was true or not.
The being had promised him he would be led to his friends, but he had yet to see them. Needy had no reason to doubt the being, after all, it had done nothing but protect him thus far, giving him the strength he needed. But still, there had been the nagging feeling he was lost, and the being didnt have the answers.
Perhaps it was a test
But it was different now. Something was different.
Needy focussed his attention, and was sure he could hear something other than the blaring alarm.
Footsteps.
And lots of them.
He needed to move, and fast. But where to?
Back where he had come from?
The footsteps were coming from ahead, but it sounded like there were more than just a handful of people approaching.
It couldn't be his friends.
The doors at either side of him were locked.
There was nowhere to hide. He could only run back, or face those that were heading for him
He was tired of running.
Whatever was coming, he would face them.
"I'm not alone" he repeated to himself, again and again
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Needy. Male Companion:
First Boy Whore of Destiny
Incredibly Confused Companion of SereniTree
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Earlier:
The Resistance: SB52 HQ
For the first couple of hours, Milton was introduced to various operatives, agents of The Resisitance movement, located at the Special Branch, 52nd Division.
In fact, after only forty five minutes, he met with Ms Pugh who was in charge of the renaming and relocation of outside sources who had found themselves in danger.
Whilst he had yet to been given direction, Versa, Ms Pugh's assistant, had debriefed him on what he should expect.
"Well, there are two options normally" she had begun to explain. "First is we give you a new identity and find you a place where nobody else will find you. There you can live the rest of your life the way you see fit, although you wont be able to contact any friends or family from your former life"
Milton had listened intently. The information could prove invaluable in the future.
"Second option is you get to join us, full time. Work alongside our teams as we do what we can to bring the alliance down. To get the truth out to the people. You get to keep your name, but as with option A, your past life... it's gotta stay in the past. No contact. You can't go back and get some of your possessions at the house. And, considering you're a wanted man, any excursions outside the building will be kept to a bare minimum... at least until all this blows over and they've got a new fugitive that deserves their attention"
"And how long would that be?" he asked
"Honestly, it depends. Could be a year... could be longer"
"A year?" he asked incredulously. "Stay inside for a year, doing what? Research?"
"Work for the better good." She replied, offended by his response. "Hey, it's not like office work. We're a family here. Each and every one of us. We work to achieve the goal of a better tomorrow, as cheesy as that may sound."
Milton went quiet
She continued "The option's there. I mean, you don't have to join us, you could move, leave this rock. I just thought, considering how you've been treated, you'd be glad to get back at the Alliance."
Milton didn't know how to respond. Partly she was right. He did want to get them back. What they had doen to him, and countless other people over the years, was wrong. They may have claimed to be governing for the good of the verse, but their methods were immoral and unjust.
But The Resistance had been responsible for the death of his friend, his mentor.
Even if they had the best of motives for wanting to take down the Alliance, he couldn't let them get away with it
"We're trying to help you Milton" she said, placing a hand on his shoulder "but if giving up your old life so that you might live is too much of a sacrifice, then maybe you should just leave. Go back home, see how long you last. You think The Alliance will hesitate in throwing you back in Helo? Hell, they might have had enough of you and decide you're not worth the trouble. What's to stop them killing you?
Is that what you want?"
"No" Milton uttered softly.
"No" she repeated
"I wanna help" he told her.
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Needy. Male Companion:
First Boy Whore of Destiny
Incredibly Confused Companion of SereniTree
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The sound of footsteps got ever closer, and for some unknown reason, Needy felt calm. As if he knew that what lay before him was not danger, but help
The shadows of figures ahead grew closer.
He could count eight, then ten, no a dozen figures, inching ever nearer.
Needy began to walk towards them
The people, ranging in height and age, sex and physical strength, were all clothed in white linen.
Prisoners.
A middle-aged woman with scrawny hair reached Needy first.
Recognizing that he wasn't a guard, but must have been a fellow prisoner she asked "is there any way out that way?"
"No" Needy replied, calm and collected. "There's not one the way you came?"
"We haven't seen one yet. The doors we've passed so far have been locked, but..."
"But?"
"We've had to split up. There's so many corridors. I don't know where we've been and where we haven't"
"Lead them" a voice instructed Needy
He turned and saw the being as he repeated the words "lead them. You will find the way out. With your friends you will find the way. And then you wil fulfil your destiny"
"Which way?" he asked, the escaped prisoners not knowing if he was addressing them
"Use your insight. You know the way"
"What?" The female prisoner asked him
He took a moment, looking at the tired men and women before him, before telling them: "This way. I think I know a way out"
With that, he started to run from where they had come. No map or guide. He followed his mind. Instinct. Something other, he couldn't explain
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Needy. Male Companion:
First Boy Whore of Destiny
Incredibly Confused Companion of SereniTree
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Safe held the little girl tightly to his chest as the threesome ran down the corridors. All around them now screaming, shouting and general sounds of motion could be heard. Wisp had taken the brief respite as an opportunity to mentalise them map and the progress was faster. Eventually they reached an abandoned Eastern exit. It was usually sealed and only opened during emergencies but as the group cam closer it was visible it had been wedged open.
"Lets break for it" Safe said clutching the girl tighter as if trying to silently protect her "Shes not safe here"
"We cant leave Needy" Wisp secretly wanted to stay so he would have another opportunity to retaliate but kept this to himself.
"You two go and protect the girl" Soul spoke softly despite the ruckuss about him "get out of the city and me and Needy will meet you there"
Safe and Soul exchanged the warriors oath in each others eyes, a look that was mostly lost on Wisp and completely unoticed by the girl on Safes chest. Soul turned back to walk around the sterile halls of bedlam while Safe directed the party Into the biting nights air.
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Journal Entry:
"He's gone.
I still can't believe it.
In my mind I always thought that I'd see him again. I thought I'd be given the chance to make it up to him, not that I feel I ever could, not really.
I ruined his life, he said it himself.
Still, I wanted to tell him I was sorry. That it wasn't all a lie. But now I'll never have that chance.
I can't help him now. Maybe I never could. But I can at least help to make sure justice is served. If I know anything, its that he wouldn't have wanted to spent his final hours held captive by renegades. Who would?
He only wanted to help. Ever since I've known him, all he's ever wanted to do was help. Help those that needed it, even if it cost him.
And it did.
If there's anything I can do, its to make sure those responsible get what they deserve.
I'm on my own in this, though.
Perry doesn't want to become involved because of the politics of it all, and Clayton... something tells me I can't trust him anymore. Call it a reporters gut. Something's changed in him. His manner no longer seems to be that of a tenacious reporter, searching for the truth, but one concerned with covering for other people. Making excuses, and coming up with lies.
He makes out he's trying to protect me, but over the past few days I've seen enough to know that there's more to it.
It's possible he's formed allegiances elsewhere. I hope to God it's not with them.
An incident happened last week.
I didn't know what it meant before, but the reports I heard seemed to point to the fact that the Rebels were involved.
Digging proved the rumour to be true.
The Crimson Guard had captured a number of rebels and are holding them in one of their facilities.
But if these Rebels are as efficient as I've heard, not even the notorious Crimson Guard will be able to keep them for long.
That is why I'm here.
Waiting.
For the inevitable.
I've got nothing left to lose."
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Citizen sat calmly in a chair watching the men in front of him fidget nervously. They were in a hidden control room off the underground tunnels. Monitors filled the wall behind the desk he was sitting at. They showed various key points around the city and the entrances to the tunnels.
How he had never found this place totally mystified Citizen. After all, who knew the comings and goings and all the secret nooks on this planet better than him?
Citizen waggled the gun at the men. One had a bloody bandage covering his nose and the other held an ice pack to his head. “Ah...ah...ah… Don’t get any ideas. Contrary to my polished appearance,” Citizen brushes some unseen fluff from his jacket “I am a rather good hand with a gun.”
The man with the bandaged nose holds an old fashioned phone to his ear, waiting for an answer.
"Chung Industries, how may I help you?"
‘Chung Industries? They were involved?’ Citizen thought, surprised.
“Trudy, is Mr. Stark in?”
“One moment please...”
“Mr. Stark speaking.”
“Mr. Stark, this is Carter from your… downtown office. We have a visitor who insists that he speak to you.”
“A visitor? How is that possible?”
“I wish I knew sir. He surprised us. He seems to have an in depth knowledge of the... well... he knows his way around here quite well.”
There was a long pause at the other end.
“... is he alone?”
Citizen noticed Carter steal a glance quickly towards a picture mounted on the wall. Looking at the picture Citizen saw a little red light blink on. He mimed a gun with the first two fingers on his hand, pointing at the picture and making a shooting gesture, he smiles and winks.
“Keep him there. We’ll send someone.”
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"Stop doing that thing"
"What thing"
"That thing where your mouth moves and noise comes out"
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Needy led the small group of prisoners as they searched for a way out.
The dozen or so followers that had fled for their lives were tired and broken, but the longing to keep living kept them moving.
They followed the former companion, not knowing that he was no better qualified to lead them than the youngest of their number, a crying blonde girl that had not yet even reached ten.
All the corridors looked the same and yet Needy pressed onward, looking as though he knew exactly what he was doing and where he was heading.
He didn't.
He was just following his gut.
***
Soul waited impatiently.
He shouldn't still be there, but he couldn't leave knowing one of his colleagues was in there still.
He had battled the decision over whether to go in search of Needy, but having found the exit, he didn't know, if he was to leave, if he could rediscover it again, or indeed if it would still be open for them.
He felt the best course of action was to remain, and that hopefully Needy would find him.
If he's still alive
Soul shook his head. He shouldn't think that way... only, he couldn't help it.
Sad to say, the news that they had already lost one of their own hit him hard.
Seryn deserved much better. She deserved to find happiness, settle down somewhere and die many years on, content with the long life she had led. Not in a place like this
Soul fought back the emotion his thoughts had created.
Just then, a development occured.
Figures emerging in the distance.
The exact number he was unsure of, but from the panicked footsteps, Soul deduced these weren't soldiers heading his way.
They were prisoners.
His solemn face turned to a smile as he recognised one of prisoners.
"Needy"
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Finding Soul brought relief to his own.
As Needy reached him, along with those he had feld with, he breathed a huge sigh of relief, realising that not only had he found a colleague, but a way out
"You made it" Soul expressed with gladness.
Needy smiled, "I'm not the only one."
Looking behind towards the prisoners, before turning back to Soul he adds "Think we can all get out of here in one piece?"
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Needy. Male Companion:
First Boy Whore of Destiny
Incredibly Confused Companion of SereniTree
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Sykes stumbled through the door of his apartment. It had been a good night, the drink for once had been strong, and as a consequence, the girls prettier.
but he couldn't get into the midset. One part of his brain refused to stop worrying about what was going on at the Helo center. Had they made it out?
He sighed, crossed with out touching the lights to the window.
They'd set agents to monitoring the staff. He'd have to think twice about turning up to work tomorrow. It'd be a damn shame, but he figured he had enough evidence to be going on with.
He watched until the guy in the opposite alley seemed to settle a little, turning lights on and then off, like he'd finally made it to bed.
pulling a bag out from under the bed he threw a few changes of clothes into it, his few books and other bits of precious, pulled his overcoat on and exited the building via the shared attic with next door. Petting their cat, he left some tuna in its bowl and sneaked out through their garden.
A couple of alleys away, a largh decidedly crappy looking lean to disguised the entrance to the tunnels, and sometime later, he reached hi lab.
Scattered around were various bit of machinery, computers covered over with dust sheets - he hadn't used this place for a little while, every thing covered with a film of dust. Except for the one transit coffin, still with trolley atatched, dumped in the room.
He took a while to clean things down, set monitors and other equipment running, and assembled his 'tool kit'.
Opening the coffin her grimaced slightly. He never would get used to bodies. He sometime thought it made him better at his job - gave him that much more incentive to keep them alive.
She was very pale. He couldn't tell that she'd had even a hint of tan in life. Her hair lay listless around her. So unlike life, the first thing he'd noted about her was the almost nervous habit she had of pushing it back from her face. He'd never seen a woman with such messy hair.
He smiled, and then grimaced again. With a heave he transfered her to the metal table and set to work.
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Safe and Wisp had travelled withour rest until they reached the city walls. So much had happened, The two men werent the same as they had been when they arrived on this god awful planet. But now they were caught up in something. Something greater than themselves.
"Wheres the ships???" Wisp whispered to Safe as they crouched in an allyway a few streets before the gate.
"Theyre in a small village about a days walk from here. We'll set off as soon as Soul meets us here" Safe knew it was safer to be out of the city as did Wisp, but they couldnt abandon another friend. Their ranks were wearing thin. First Vixen, then Citizen, Seryn and Needy all disappeared or worse. Soul couldnt join that list.
So they would wait.
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