My uniform was tight where it hugged around my neck, my boots were heavy and ka-thunked every time I stepped. The air outside was brisk but never cut through my uniform, only my nose turned red from the frosty air. The alleyways around me lit up in foggy reds and blues with the surrounding lights, not a sound outside of people walking and a few hushed conversation in the dark paved roads;this beat up price of crap part of town was awfully eerie.
My target- a man named Borshuk- was going off the path he normally took, perhaps he knew of my presence despite my best efforts to snake around him. The tall, hunched brute led me down a few empty streets before the alleys, now he headed up the cracked paved driveway of an old multistory warehouse, the thing was ratty and tattered. Several beams lay on the ground in pieces, windows busted and moss growing in every crack. I took a stabling breath and followed Borshuk up the driveway.
"I'm behind you, 30 yards." Kyro spoke through our connected earpieces.
Borshuk didn't go through the main entrance, he didn't sneak through a window, he went for the side stairs and walked up facing straight the entire time. He knew I was following him. At least he caught on when it was too late for him, nothing he could now would help his situation. See once I've found you, kryo gets rid of you. You have no chance. Borshuk came to a stop in the middle of the vaccent warehouse in shambles, he rolled his shoulders back and popped his neck.
"I should've known you'd come for me."his voice was groggy,like he was gargling rocks, "I didn't expect them to send me such a tiny thing. "
He turned to face me, I didn't miss the glint on his metal blades as he shifted.
"It's not me you should be afraid of." I stepped back as he stepped towards me.
"Did I say I was afraid of a child?"
Another step forward. The air in my chest tightened as I stopped moving. Another step.
"You don't want to hurt me."
Another step, now he was within a arms distance. He smelt like incense and black resin. He grabbed my wrists and yanked me as he pulled a blade out and up against my right cheekbone.
"And why's that?"
"Me."
I heard Kyros voice before I heard him approach. He was strong, and unmoving force in the face of danger with a sick twisted smile, teeth grit with chaos and destruction. From besides me Kryo's boot came up and landed with a heavy crunch on Borshuk's forearms. The tip of his blade caught my face as his arms fell, I jerked back and into the knife before pulling back and stepping away from the fight, more so to give kryo room but to assess my face as well.
I put space between me and the fight and backed up to the wall besides the stairwell. With shaking fingertips I touched the area Borshuk cut me, it stung and burned against the cold air, blood coated my fingers as I pulled them back. It didn't feel deep enough to need stitches, hopefully it would scar light on my pale skin, I don't need another deep purple reminder.
Kyro gained the upper hand quickly bringing his knee to the bridge of Borshuk's big nose, Borshuk being thrown off guard received a blow to the temple from the butt of kyro's shotgun. Borshuk's green muddled body feel against the metal floor with a clang, his thick skin rippled. Kyro wasted no time in blowing the creatures head to bits with a shot that left my ears ringing.
Kyro met me at the wall, gave me a once over, decided I was okay and moved quickly down the rackity steps. I followed, having the nearly run to keep up with his long strides.
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Kyro submitted his cam footage as he filed the mission completed and pulled the new file waiting in the inbox. He gave it a quick glance and filed it back, looking back at me with a curious gaze.
"Go to med, fix up and change out. We're done today, the next location is in a separate cluster."
He pushed passed me, probably to enter coordinates manually before changing. I followed and went down a right hallway, turning into the last door on the left, to be met with a humble but well lit room. The floor was pristine white, the counters and cabinets to match, one chair that recline into a table in the corner unused for the most part. The mirror and sink against the wall closest to the door,next to the counters.
I swallowed my fears as I met my own gaze in the mirror, to distract myself I quickly looked at my injury. A small and already crusted over cut, not shallow but nothing threatening, in the small jagged two lines on my cheek. I set about founding alcohol swabs, this wasn't so bad maybe it won't scar. I spared a few tense glances to the mirror as I cleaned around and the cut, cleaning away smears and crusts. Pink, raised, torn, angry skin was instantly relieved by the cold scar cream. I had to cut two bandaids to fit around my eye and to cover the whole wound, a blue bandaid on too and a red one on the bottom, cut just around the far corner and bag of my eye.
The adhesive was annoying but so was picking at a scab on my face so I sucked it up. It could've been worse, I've been through worse, the sting would go away in a day or so, and I'll sleep with ice to keep the swelling and the redness down.
I found my way out of the right hall, back into the main areas, past the cockpit, past the weaponry and mechanics rooms, down the left hallway. There were only two rooms in this hall: kyros room and mine, each fitted with a restroom. Mine was on the right told by my agent numbers plastered next to the door, agent 229, a considerably low number due to my situation.
I offered the door scan my agent numbers, then went through the thumb print security clearance; the door slid open for me and slid closed once I stepped in with the quiet release of air pressure in the doors mechanics.
My room was too large for me, a queen bed hovered in the far left hand corner, a trunk sat on the ground at the end. On the right side was my bathroom. The floor ever so slightly tilted toward one drain in the shower stall, separated by a curtain. A sink in the center of the wall separated the shower from the toilet. I always kept the bathroom door closed to avoid catching my reflection while moving in the room. Against a wall was a large hanging rack bolted to the ground, several motion and verbal activated lights around the ceiling perimeter.
I quickly changed from my uniform not wanting to keep Kyro waiting too long and when finished I met him in the cockpit, gently easing myself into my seat, arms up as the vessel automatically buckled me down tight. I glanced around my station panels, the pretty blue light sharing the locations eta, the files information, what our commands comments on the case are. I looked out at the blackness before us, white small speckles of stars out the front window of the vessel.
"Where are we going?"i prodded.
"Dystopia." Kyro said, his low voice flat with uninterest.
"Are we really?"
Kyro turned his head to the right, looking at me quietly for a second. Then he nodded and turned back to his panels. This was my chance to maybe search for me a bit more, someone there has to know something?
"Have you asked for a time exten-"
"Done. We've got three days total, they're sending lodging details and getting in contact with the IGSS in Dystopia on your behalf."
"Oh."
"Get ready to jump."
I settled back into my seat; kyro hit a button on his panel,entered his code, and gave my one second before reclicking the button to jump.
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