We are getting close to the end, how is it going to resolve!?
The cute girl of the space port leaned far forward as she dashed inhumanly fast at the other man on the ship. He barely had time to look surprised before she punched him in the stomach, and slipped behind him, her arms going around his neck. For a moment I thought she was going to kill him, but he simply fell to the ground unconscious from being choked out. I threw their two bodies out of the way of the truck and we hopped in. I hit a string of button prompts on the screen before it went to flashing ‘Ready?’ and we were off. I remember how many times I had died trying to get the damn truck moving.
“Am I crazy?” I asked to the two woman with me. Mitreah shrugged, saying probably, but she wasn’t one to judge. Proud said no. If I was crazy, at least it was fun.
We rumbled through the streets, passing by the millions of places I had seen so carefully in the scope of a single cycle. I was shot there, I killed someone there… We came now to the single road into ReCorp. The gate opened for our vehicle, and on both sides the ground fell away into the huge pit. I hoped this controlled vehicle wouldn’t decide to spill us over the edge.
“In case you are wondering, we are taking out the particle accelerator or disabling it in some other way to stop it from causing the creation of a dangerous particle.”
“You don’t need to justify anything to me,” Mitreah said. “I am simply happy to be back to my old self.”
“I thought you might like to know. Do you really not care what I tell you to do?”
“Often it is only our Creators that know our override, and no, you do not possess complete control over me, in case someone was thinking of doing something perverted.” She smiled slyly at me. “Though to you, I might do things willingly…”
I shook my head only once. “No, I outgrew that a long time ago.”
“You seem sincere. But my Creator died, and you seem fun enough, so I might have done this mission anyway if you asked. This is what I truly enjoy; not sitting in an empty room people rarely come to.” I had asked before, she only came if I knew her code word, she was too loyal to the nearly defunct spaceport.
Damn, this was scary; I had rarely made it this far before. Everything I had done had been to bring me to this position, and now, well, now it was time.
In my hand was my Liner pistol, and a small satchel of high explosives from an ex-special operative. I had long ago in all my annihilations gotten over the idea or revulsion of killing. If I could spare them like at the dock I would. This was too important even if they were innocent. I was not convinced of their innocence or not, but it did not matter to me anymore.
The vehicle stopped, and some guy opened the door. “Hey.”
“Hi,” I said, lifting my pistol and plugging him right in the chest. I turned back to the two girls. “Let’s go.” Proud jumped out gracefully, landing and walking behind me. Mitreah jumped out, dashed across the room insanely fast, slashing a man who was standing there. The only thing I saw was a spray across the wall behind him.
“Any idea where to go?” I asked the two of them. I had not been inside here for a long time, and this one the first where I had my skills and the two women with me. They responded ‘no’. “Well, let’s see if we can’t get lucky this time. We can always try again,” I said as I started laughing at my own joke. Turning to my left I ran through a door shaped like a circular portal that opened as we got close. If it was an accelerator, I only had to work my way to the middle where the core would be, so that seemed a good place to start heading.
We were running down a hallway, eerily empty, with Proud behind me and Mitreah the combat android in front of me. Some guy stepped out from a corner, and before I even realized he was there, he was dead at her feet. She crouched back down in a scary combat stance.
“Hey, this way,” I said to her as I took to the right as we headed a new way, and within seconds she caught up with us and was back on vanguard. There was a sign warning about having protective suits on and I figured we might be getting close. My fear of dying was long since gone; I had done it so many times. I neared the portal, but it didn’t open. I tried the handle and it was locked.
“Damn it!” I pulled my pistol towards it, firing some rounds into the locking mechanism and front kicked the door, but it remained solid. “No way. A damn door is going to stop us?”