enemy was.
“I guess I do have this?” she muttered, pulling a tiny chip from her hip pocket.
“What is it?” he asked.
“The memory chip from my data pad. I snagged it before Divinity claimed our weapons and gear.”
“I love you, seriously. Wish you would have said something sooner, but I’ll ignore that for now. Let’s just get the hell outta here.”
The two returned to the stairwell, checking both directions before descending to the next floor. Bearden peeked through the tiny window, noting that the floor seemed unoccupied. They silently stalked to the next floor, waiting for the next group of suited men to riddle them with bullets. They reached the next landing with no signs of human life.
Bearden looked through the window of the fifteenth floor. His brow furrowed as someone caught his attention.
“I don’t fucking believe it!” he snapped, pulling the door open.
Janys tried to stop him, but the towering man shrugged her hand from his shoulder. She stepped through the doorway, realizing what had the Sargent in an uproar. The wall across the stairwell was clear plastic, showing a man sitting at a desk, seemingly hard at work. She instantly recognized the man, sharing the same rage that plagued her superior.
The Sargent smashed the clear door open, his pistol trained on the man sitting at the desk. The shorthaired man snapped alert, reaching for a gun that rested on the corner of his desk.
“Don’t even try it, Major,” Bearden snapped, closing the distance between him and the startled man. “Just keep your hands where I can see them.”
Janys stormed around the desk and lifted the gun from it, holster and all. She slung it over her shoulder, keeping her pistol aimed at the man’s face. He was an older man, his short hair turning gray with faint wrinkles on his brow. The eyes were nearly black, his iris’ holding such a dark brown shade. The Major’s face was locked in a permanent scowl as he looked up at the towering man before him.
“Sargent Bearden, Corporal James,” Major Xavier noted. “It seems you two have been stirring the hornet’s nest something fierce.”
“Can the crap,” Bearden snapped, annoyed with the calm tone of the Major. “Where the hell were you yesterday?”
The Major’s stern eyes looked to both of the battered soldiers, his expression never changing.
“I was ordered here,” he replied. “So here I am. Now, why don’t you two lower those guns and we’ll see if we can make sense of this mess?”
Janys looked to Bearden, uncertain if he would go with the suggestion. She fought her training, her body automatically attempting to follow the order from her superior. It seems the training was more effective than she anticipated.
“Don’t see that happening,” Bearden muttered. “So why don’t YOU start. Tell us what you know and maybe I’ll fill in the blanks.”
Xavier looked up at the Corporal, noting the tension in her muscles as she held the weapon to his face.
“You can ease off your weapon, Corporal,” he stated. “No one’s coming for us.”
Janys watched as Bearden lowered his weapon, taking a seat in the empty chair across from the Major’s desk. The grizzled vets seemed out of place in the sterile environment of glass walls. She took the notion, lowering her weapon to a more comfortable position though her mind told her to remain
“I guess I do have this?” she muttered, pulling a tiny chip from her hip pocket.
“What is it?” he asked.
“The memory chip from my data pad. I snagged it before Divinity claimed our weapons and gear.”
“I love you, seriously. Wish you would have said something sooner, but I’ll ignore that for now. Let’s just get the hell outta here.”
The two returned to the stairwell, checking both directions before descending to the next floor. Bearden peeked through the tiny window, noting that the floor seemed unoccupied. They silently stalked to the next floor, waiting for the next group of suited men to riddle them with bullets. They reached the next landing with no signs of human life.
Bearden looked through the window of the fifteenth floor. His brow furrowed as someone caught his attention.
“I don’t fucking believe it!” he snapped, pulling the door open.
Janys tried to stop him, but the towering man shrugged her hand from his shoulder. She stepped through the doorway, realizing what had the Sargent in an uproar. The wall across the stairwell was clear plastic, showing a man sitting at a desk, seemingly hard at work. She instantly recognized the man, sharing the same rage that plagued her superior.
The Sargent smashed the clear door open, his pistol trained on the man sitting at the desk. The shorthaired man snapped alert, reaching for a gun that rested on the corner of his desk.
“Don’t even try it, Major,” Bearden snapped, closing the distance between him and the startled man. “Just keep your hands where I can see them.”
Janys stormed around the desk and lifted the gun from it, holster and all. She slung it over her shoulder, keeping her pistol aimed at the man’s face. He was an older man, his short hair turning gray with faint wrinkles on his brow. The eyes were nearly black, his iris’ holding such a dark brown shade. The Major’s face was locked in a permanent scowl as he looked up at the towering man before him.
“Sargent Bearden, Corporal James,” Major Xavier noted. “It seems you two have been stirring the hornet’s nest something fierce.”
“Can the crap,” Bearden snapped, annoyed with the calm tone of the Major. “Where the hell were you yesterday?”
The Major’s stern eyes looked to both of the battered soldiers, his expression never changing.
“I was ordered here,” he replied. “So here I am. Now, why don’t you two lower those guns and we’ll see if we can make sense of this mess?”
Janys looked to Bearden, uncertain if he would go with the suggestion. She fought her training, her body automatically attempting to follow the order from her superior. It seems the training was more effective than she anticipated.
“Don’t see that happening,” Bearden muttered. “So why don’t YOU start. Tell us what you know and maybe I’ll fill in the blanks.”
Xavier looked up at the Corporal, noting the tension in her muscles as she held the weapon to his face.
“You can ease off your weapon, Corporal,” he stated. “No one’s coming for us.”
Janys watched as Bearden lowered his weapon, taking a seat in the empty chair across from the Major’s desk. The grizzled vets seemed out of place in the sterile environment of glass walls. She took the notion, lowering her weapon to a more comfortable position though her mind told her to remain
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