Mission 4-2-7

Alex

Alex woke with a start. She felt like someone had just dumped a bucket of cold water over her. She didn't know where she was and tried to sit up. She was strapped into an oddly familiar metal bed. Alex pulled on the straps, but they held strong.

Alex looked around the small empty room she was in. When she saw a stamp on the door, her body went slack and her mind filled with anxiety and fear.

The stamp was a simple blue bird. It was the logo for scientists who had experimented on her.

Alex felt her heart rate rise. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths to calm herself down. Losing control of her emotions and herself had been more and more common, but Alex couldn't lose control now ... or could she?

Soon a plan formed in Alex's head. If she did get out of control, the scientist would have no other choice than to put Alex in the machine.

The machine pushed out certain waves that calmed Alex and balanced her emotions. In the past few years without it Alex kept losing control. She needed to get into the machine. Not only to calm herself, but so Griffin, through an implant in Alex's ankle, could figure out how to create the waves so Alex could make her own machine. Then Alex's emotions would be manageable. She spent way too much energy keeping herself in check.

Alex let her anger fill her. She thought of all the terrible things these scientists had done and of all the things they forced her to go through, and how they did it all and more to Aaron.

Alex growled and pulled on the straps holding her down. The straps were strong but were no match for Alex's anger fuelled strength.

The right strap snapped first, and the other straps soon followed. Alex roared as she stood.

A few armed guards rushed into the room and grabbed Alex to hold her down. Two scientists followed the guards, each holding a syringe.

Alex resisted the guards and got a few good hits in before both of the syringes emptied their contents into her system.

Alex felt her mind begin muddle, but she still fought against the guards until she blacked out.

Alex slowly woke to the familiar hum of the machine. An odd and overpowering calm filled her body, and Alex sighed in relief. She had missed this feeling. She hadn't felt this calm or relaxed in years.

Alex just wanted to relax and let her mind drift away in the calm, but she needed to make sure Griffin was copying the waves.

Alex rubbed her left foot against the ankle of her right leg. She tried to focus on the small chip and the area around it. Alex felt it warm up and knew that meant Griffin was working on copying the signal.

Alex let her mind wander into the peaceful oblivion of calm.

When she awoke again, she was lying on a soft bed. Alex sat up, the room was small and simply furnished with the bed, a desk, a chair, a dresser and a small sink.

Alex climbed out of the bed and went over to the sink. A small cup sat on the sink. Alex used the cup to get a refreshing drink.

She knew people were watching and listening to her.

"Good morning." she said, "I'd like to speak with Mr Jameson please."

"What is it Alex?" Mr Jameson's voice said over the intercom.

"I just wanted to give you a chance to let me go before I destroy this place." Alex said.

Mr Jameson laughed, "Oh Alex, I missed you and your empty threats, but you're never getting out again!"

Alex rolled her shoulders, "Last time was easy, I was hoping for a challenge."

Mr. Jameson growled, "Never again Alex. Our security has been updated beyond what you could imagine."

Alex grinned, "Beyond what I can imagine, I have a vivid imagination, plus it won't be only me."

"What do you mean?"

Alex chuckled, "I've signaled my team. They're tracking me now and will be here soon. Our ship may not look like much on the outside, but it is the only ship custom made by the Arthonians and Estalians."

Mr. Jameson laughed, "Arthonians and Estalians working together never happened and never will. They have always and will always be the worst of enemies."

"They made a special exception."

"Even if your team is somehow tracking you through all of the false trails and blocks we've put up, we have more guns than ever. You are not getting out!"

"You made me what I am." Alex said quietly, "You made me to be the strongest, the fastest, the smartest, the best. No one can compare to me, I got out before I'll do it again."

"Last time we let you and Aaron get too close to each other. Trust me we won't be making that mistake again."

Alex froze at the words Mr. Jameson said.

"Wait, make that mistake again, but Aaron is dead."

Mr. Jameson laughed, "Dead? Really? We trained him to be the best too. We'll talk more tomorrow Alex."

Alex's mind raced as the implication of what Mr. Jameson said sunk in. 

Aaron couldn't still be alive, could he?