'Instinct is something which transcends knowledge. We have, undoubtedly, certain finer fibers that enable us to perceive truths when logical deduction, or any other willful effort of the brain, is futile.'
{Nikola Tesla}
Nicole is known as the brain...
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"So pretty, so smart. Such a waste of a young heart."
——————————————————— Nicole's POV
A small hand reached out from a computer panel. The hand patted the ground reaching out further and further as if it was trying to find something. A growl rang out before a slamming sound. "Damn it!"
"Hey, language!" A small black haired girl snapped. The hand turned into another small girl as she gripped the edges of the panel and pulled herself out.
"I lost my wrench!" The girl said in a fit of anger as she furiously pulled the black goggles off of her eyes. "That was my favorite wrench." The little girl spoke again, this time her voice sounded sad. "It's a wrench, just get another one."
The brown haired child gasped dramatically and put a hand over her heart. "One cannot just replace a favorite wrench, Teresa. That isn't right!"
The raven haired girls blue eyes narrowed. "But, I do need to get this done so I'll just get another wrench." The brown haired one deadpanned before stuffing her hands in her pockets and walking away.
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The little girl roamed the hallways reading the titles on every door trying to find the one she was looking for. Never once did her eyes waver to the scientists she passed or the soldiers with guns slung over their shoulders.
Though a smile did spread over her face as she read the words: Maintenance Closet. The girl pushed open the door to a well-sized room filled up with all sorts of equipment and shelves. The brunette placed her finger on a shelf before walking along the shelves her eyes scanning the objects before they landed on a familiar red tool box.
The girl reached up though found disappointingly the shelf with the tool box was too high. She tried again, but this time she stood on the first shelf. She still couldn't reach. The brunette let out a frustrated sigh.
This time she took a few paces back before sprinting to the shelf, jumping up and grabbing the box. As the girl fell the box slid off the shelf and fell with her. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Wa-No! No! No!" The girl screeched when she lost control and hit the ground with a loud 'SLAM' and the tool box falling directly on her stomach.
The girl curled up into a ball and let out a sob before a noise filled the air that made her freeze. It sounded almost as a muffled laugh. "Who's there?!" The girl demanded jumping up. She spun around as the only sound was her heavy breathing.
