Code:
~STATUS EVALUATION~
Life signs - 3
Threat level - HIGH
Concealment - 99% GUARANTEED
Device priority - RECORDING AUDIO
Mobility - POWERED DOWN
Lighting - POWERED DOWN
Data transmission - POWERED DOWN
~PROCESSING~
INSUFFICIENT DATA ERROR
~DATA REVIEW~
Mode - INTERNAL PLAYBACK
~ksshshhhh~
"We will find them, my good doctor. So don't think that I am keeping you alive just because of whatever information you may hold. All you do is slow down the inevitable. We will find them, yes, and when we do, we will show them what is left of you. Every... last... piece..."~ksshshhhh~
"...don't think that I am keeping you alive just because of..."~ksshshhhh~
"We will find them, yes..."~ksshshhhh~
"Every... last... piece..."~ksshshhhh~
BANG!!...
-whump-Code:
~STATUS EVALUATION~
Life signs - 2
Threat level - HIGH
Concealment - 87% GUARANTEED
Device priority - RECORDING/PLAYBACK AUDIO
Mobility - POWERING UP
Lighting - POWERED DOWN
Data transmission - POWERED DOWN
~PROCESSING~
Mobility output - 100%
~LOCATING~
Destination - ACQUIRED
Departure - IMMEDIATE
***
The small thin recording device silently withdrew into the exhaust shaft and back into B-5. Slowly it lifted into the air and swept off deeper into the twisted maze of piping that lead to the exhaust fan atop the roof. Luckilly for B-5 the fans were never running this late...
***
"So yeah, get this... then she tells me that it's my brothers'! Can you believe that shit?!"
"Ouch, man. Rough luck. So what'd you tell her?"
"Fuck, I told that bitch I was going out for some air and that she'd better be gone by the time I got back."
"The hell? Jesus, Rick, are you serious?"
"Damn right I am! Listen, James, if that dirty whore wants to shack up with my brother and make HIM a father, she can get the bloody hell out of-"
"Shhhh..." James set down his cigarette and lifted his rifle, motioning for Rick to quiet, "You hear that?"
Rick strained for a second in the silence, trying to make out what it was that made his partner cautious. "... Sounds like a little banging noise. Probably a rat in the vent or something." He reached over and picked up James' cigarette and took a hit. "As I was saying..."
James batted the cig away with the tip of his gun. It toppled beyond Rick's grasp and fell over the edge of the roof. Rick sighed and looked down at it sadly. "Shut up, damnit! Seriously... you saw the inside of this place. Do you really think there could be a rat anywhere in here? No. Something's working its way through the vents. Something or someone is trying to escape."
"D-dd... do you think it's him?" Rick's face went pale as he pulled his rifle close to him and began pointing it around nervously. "I mean, you heard what they said, right? He's like a fucking
Terminator!"
"I doubt it's him. Sounds too light. Metal on metal..."
"AAAH! It's his brain! He let it out of his head and it's coming to kill us!!"
James stood and socked Rick in the jaw. "Shut the hell UP! It's not his brain, goddamnit!! Look, whatever it is, it's coming from that vent right the-"
The metal grating on the exhaust fan flew off in a 10 foot verticle arc over the two soldiers' heads. Rick immediately yelped and began unloading his weapon wildly into the now open fan. James, who was a little more level headed, dropped to the ground, and not a moment too soon. From inside the darkened space beyond the missing grating, a fan blade whipped out at blinding speed straight for Rick.
The soldier had barely enough time to register surprise on his face before the blade seperated his hear from his body. His knees buckled and he slumped back, his weapon still firing off blindly into the sky.
B-5 zipped out of the open shaft and raced off in the direction of B-Man and the Cap.