The Broken Phoenix

Part One: The Mission, Chapter 7

"You can tell me." Kira added.

"Well, nothing much he called me by my full name and then gave me a flash drive. Said, Phoenix was after it or... IT WAS SOMETHING ABOUT PHOENIX."

"Hmm." Kira said, "Anything else?"

"Not to trust anybody else...." Ny added, mumbling.

"Oh what?" Kira asked.

"Nevermind." Ny said.

"Hm. Let's head back to my dorm." Kira said.

"Our dorm." Ny corrected.

"Yeah yeah."

They climbed up a glass staircase, all they could see was the blue waves of the sea and the sun slowly shining on the waters, dawn.

They were in a long marble hallway, lined with doors. They stopped at door 123 and Kira opened the door, beds lined the walls.

Ny sat on hers. Each Team shared a room.

Ny changed out of her bloody white jacket and put on her leather black jacket.

Kira rummaged around and pulled out a beat up projector. She connected it to the cords and it glowed, Ny plugged in the flashdrive. The logo of Phoenix lit up and the screen glowed and projected it onto the marble wall.

"Message hidden." A voice cited. "Enter Password."

Kira pulled up a document and copied a few words and put it in the box.

It didn't work.

"Okay that didn't work.." Kira said. She started to hack into it, opening so many more sites, breaking into it. Her face lit up green with the lights form the screen.

Ny watched with amazement as some Russian and descrypted words started to appear, and how fast Kira's fingers typed, her eyes tracking down every words, every letter and every number. She was in her zone.

Finally she got in. "Okay here we are," she pulled it up, there were a few words in Russian but nothing else except coded messages.

"Message decrypted." A voice said from the computer.

Kira said and said into a small mic, "Run decryption."

A few moments of silence, nothing happened.

"Okay how long is it going to take?" Ny said, playing with her knife, throwing it against a dart board.

"Run decryption." Kira repeated.

"Decryption failed."

There was a knock at their door.

Kira didn't even look up.

Ny crawled off her bed and opened the door.

Svet.

Her eyes were red and puffy. Her wound in her arm was sewn up.

"Um hi?" Ny said.

"What are you doing?" Svet said, trying to peek in.

"Nothing." Ny said, walking out and closing the door behind her.

"Oh really-"

"There you are!" A voice said.

"Ohh hell no." Svet sighed.

It was Boris. Boris had a huge crush over Svetlana.

Boris put an arm over Svet, "How are you-?"

Svet growled. "Get the fuck off me." Svet said, shrugging his arm off.

"Or you'll do what?" Boris asked, teasely. Putting his arm back onto Svet.

"Bad move." Ny said.

Svet kicked him in the crotch. Hard. Then gave him a good punch in the face. "That."

Boris fell to the floor, on his knees.

Svet pushed open the door.

"WHA- HEY." Ny shouted.

Ny threw her knife towards Svet and it hit her, pinning a bit of her shirt to the wall.

"What are you trying to hide?" Svet growled.

She took out the knife that was pinning her to the wall and dropped it to the floor.

Ny tackled Svet to the floor and shoved her to the floor. "We are doing some private stuff." Ny mumbled.

"WELL GEE, could of just said that." Svet said.

Ny pushed her out and slammed it shut, letting out a breath in relief.

That was alot easer than she thought, considering that Svet always asked questions until she got her answer, hence the integrator role.

Theer was a rustle.

"What happened?"

Ny saw Kira gaped at the screen.

The words were plastered with Russian.

Ny asked, "What??"

"Re... READ." Kira squeezed out.

Ny started to read, the green Russian words. "Projekt Revival. Projekt 126."

Kira moved the mouse and pulled up another file.

There were lines of pictures of people. "Miranda Allaire?" Ny asked, "who's that?"

Kira opened up a document labeled under her name. There was a red sticker on the bottom of their Picture, DECREASED. Died in experiment. Origin: France, Age: 15

Ny gasped. "DIED IN EXPERIMENT?? What does that mean?"

"Keep reading." Kira said, scrolling down to even more pictures of people.

"Tobias Wagner, Died in experiment, Origin: Germany, Age: 15. Hannah Smith. Died in experiment. Origin: America USA, Age: 14." Ny whispered, she continued reading. "Marco Giovanni. Died in experiment. Origin: Italy. Age: 16. Akine Haruto. Died in Experiment. Origin: Japan. Age: 17 "

Ny was silent, as Kira continued scrolling down more rows. All these people were murdered. Murdered by PHOENIX clearly for the same reason.

What that was?

They didn't now.

Or they died and their deaths were recorded.

"Their... Their all around 15. And from different places without mafias as well...." Ny realized.

"Thats not all." Kira whispered.

She pulled UP ANOTHER FILE in complete Russian.

"Read it." Kira demanded.

Th efirst things that came up were the person's Origin and Age.

"Origin: Russia Age: 16." Ny read. "Who is it?"

Kira silently showed the picture.

"You. Nymeria Sidorov. Alive and being hunted."