Grace
Grace had tapped into the CCTV feed for FEMD’s floors and watched the chaos unfold as she flicked through the channels.
A Prison break on SL4 right above her was ongoing, FEMD guards, a cuntcop and woman in a nighty lay dead while the escapees were gathering weapons and fortifying their position. Grace remotely locked the doors deeper into the facility where more guards would come from and then unlocked every door between the prison and the open tunnel she had used to break in.
She flicked to another screen. It was a lab, 2 men in labcoats and a naked woman wearing a dog collar with a but-plug tail lay dead on the floor. A 3rd man was stumbling for the door gasping for air. She saw that the emergency blowers had been activated, sealing the room and replacing the air with halon gas. The 3rd man collapsed with his hand on the keypad.
She flipped it to David Chaste’s office. It looked like a horror movie, blood was everywhere and there were guards crouching over someone.
“Not that easy!” She said. She toggled more locks to create a clear path between her and the express elevator to the top floor.
Director David Chaste
“FIND Hastings!” Chaste gasped again as the guards rushed over. In a spasm of pain, Chaste pulled his damaged hand away from his eye and he felt a sickening pop and wetness spill down his face. In the blurred half image he could see the point of the knife protruding from the back of his hand, “Oh fuck.” he said to himself.
“You’re going to be ok sir!” One was saying as he knelt next to David and took the gun from his hand.
“Oh Jesus!” exclaimed the other
“Get a gurney!” Shouted the first
The second guard rushed out of the room.
Chaste couldn’t make out the man’s face. His left eye was blind and in pain and his right eye was blurred. “Hastings!” he said again weakly.
“Sir, are you injured anywhere beside you eye and your hand?” The man asked.
“Leg.” He said. He felt the guard hand pressing on his thigh.
“Ok sir” he said. “Looks like it hit muscle, the bleeding isn’t too bad.”
Chaste saw red everywhere his blurred eye looked. “All I see is blood!” he almost whined.
The Guard hesitated “Most of it’s not yours sir.”
There was a loud bang in the hallway followed by the sound of wheels.
The Guard over Chaste seemed to sigh in relief. “Bob! Get that gurney over here! We need to get the Director down to triage!”
“Not Bob!” Said a woman’s voice and there was another loud bang.
The guard fell on his back beside Chaste. He could make out the silhouette. He felt blindly with his right hand for his gun but the guard must have pocketed it.
“Hello again Director” Said the woman.
Chaste knew that voice! It was his own agent, Milkytits!
“Commander Greggor!” He coughed. “You did this?”
The woman was fishing in a red bag and then knelt next to David.
“I made friends along the way” She said and David felt a needle penetrate his neck. His blurred vision quickly went dark
Grace
As Grace emerged from the Elevator, she heard the wheels around the corner. She quickly followed the sound. A guard and a medic were on either side of the gurney moving at a fast jog away from her. She padded silently on bare feet behind them. As they triggered the next automatic door, she caught them. With her left hand she rammed her Kbar into the back of the guards neck up into his brain, with her right she leveled her pistol and shot the startled medic in the mouth.
The guard fell like his strings were cut. The medic gurgled while clutching his ruined face then fell as well.
Grateful that she didn’t need to go looking for a gurney, she wheeled it the rest of the way to the open double doors of Chaste’s office.
“Bob! Get that gurney over here! We need to get the Director down to triage!” called a guard who was crouched over Chaste.
Grace leveled her pistol “Not Bob.” She said and put a round between his startled eyes.
At last she stood over her prey. Not so formidable laying on the floor bleeding like a stuck pig with a ruined eye and a knife still impaled through his hand.
“Hello again Director” She said.
He dared call her by her dead name. He would soon know what it was to loose everything that he was. She fished into the bag and pulled out a sealed syringe with the name of a powerful sedative on it.
She knelt next to him.
“I made friends along the way” She said as she knocked him out.
She opened her laptop. She still had a link to building control. She locked the stairway doors and shut off the elevators.
Working quickly she pulled the guard’s uniform off.
With ACE Bandage, she bound her breasts and then pulled on the Black and Red uniform and Armor of the FEMD Guard she had carefully dispatched. Pulling her hair up into the helmet and donning the mirrored sunglasses he had in his pocket, she resembled a clean shaven man in the mirror.
She stopped and surveyed the scene.
Deborah she recognized, was dead in her stand. Out of respect, Grace lifeted her off the Dildo stand and laid her on the floor, then covered her with a blanket.
The other women she had never seen before.
She heard a rustle on the desk and crossed the room.
A limbless blond woman with a gagged mouth and ancased in crotchless latex lay on the desk eyes wide in alarm.
“All I have to offer is death” Grace said to the girl. The blond looked Grace in the eyes and nodded. “Thats what you want?” Grace asked. The girl nodded again. “I’ll make it quick” she said as she turned the girl on her stomach. She repeated the back of the neck stab she had used on the guard and the body of the grl went limp.
Grace rolled David Chaste on his gurney back to the elevator. The doors were still opened and the panel was dark. She opened her laptop on Chaste’s chest and activated the elevator, then pressed the button for the landing pad on the roof.
As expected, the emergency extraction team had already landed and secured the roof. A Russian surplus MI-24 HIND was perched on the pad with the rotors still loudly thumping away. Grace pointed at Chaste and at the Elevator when the doors opened. One of the extract team recognized David immediately, took in the bloody face and waved Grace on.
She pushed the gurney to the helecopter pad. Grateful to see that the chopper only had the pilot seat occupied, the gunner seat was empty. A medic came over to meet her and help her lift the gurney into the chopper. Once inside she slid the door shut behind her, shot the medic, opened the door on the far side and pushed his body out onto the pad on the far side from the rest of the team. She stepped out and tapped on the pilot’s hatch.
As soon as the pilot oped the hatch, he was shot under the chin with the .22 Grace had found on the floor of Chaste’s office. Either his skull or the helmet contained the bullet and there was no exit wound. She pulled the corpse out of the seat, removed his hemet and climbed in.
It had been almost 14 years since she flew an MI-24 but it came back almost immediately.
She lifted off the roof of FEMD and then dove between buildings to evade the rifle fire from the extract team she had stranded on the roof.
It had been a suicide mission and yet she was alive. She had Chaste in her power and the means to get anywhere.
“Well Director, lets see how you like Dr. Lilith’s MECS Lab.” Grace said as Crowntowne grew smaller behind her chopper.
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