Danger Close

Two Sides

This chapter continues in the Reader's perspective.

Red and Blue lights shone from the streets below, while sirens screamed throughout.

It was a bit of a mess.

Glass that had shattered from the Spectre's gunfire had caused havoc on the street below. Police were trying to get access into the building, given the shouts from supposed Officers on ground level.

"Lieutenant Anderson is on the way." Connor announced as he gently scooped a hand under your neck to lift you up. He moved it between your shoulderblades to assist you into a sitting position, though you pulled away from his grasp and planted your palms on the ground by your sides.

You couldn't care less what the Police would think of the scenario, because despite the mess it looked to be; It was a favourable outcome.

Connor stood up after your flinch, then turned to approach the elevator as it descended - to most likely pick up the Lieutenant and other officers that had managed to call it down. You pushed your hands against the ground and moved yourself backwards, shuffling on your rear with the repeated motion to move away from the center of the room. Once you felt the relieving pressure of the wall against your back, your head tipped up and you exhaled sharply.

Your legs were partly numb due to the excruciating pain that throbbed from your thighs downward. Attempts at moving your feet only had you hissing with pain, sucking air through your teeth while your hands involuntarily flinched towards your chest.

It hurt. Pain wasn't usually this drawn out for you since injuries were 'cured' with a shot of Stim. You pulled your facecover down and rested it at your chin, face contorting to an expression of extreme discomfort.

"Holy SHIT!!"

Company had arrived.

Lieutenant Anderson walked into view, his gun raised while Connor was by his side. The Spectre stood motionless after you had overrode it's system. It was slightly shorter than Hank, but then again Spectre's were the smaller class of infantry, which averaged at 6ft tall.

Imagine how they would've reacted to a Reaper.

"What. The fuck. Is that...?" The old man stepped forward, gun aimed directly at it's head while keeping a couple of feet of distance in between.

Connor faced you, seeming to expect an answer. Then Hank faced you.

Didn't need a genius to figure out they wanted an explanation.

"Spectre," you spat, your breaths still heavy at the agony that pulsed through your legs. "Lucky there's only one."

"Lucky?" Hank shouted, gun beginning to tremble at either his anger or fear at the literal machine that stood in front of him.

"There are more of these?" Connor's expression was definitely a confused one, and you simply tipped your head.

"Usually deployed in teams of 3 or more," you answered quickly in one breath, readjusting yourself to be sitting more upright.

God your legs hurt.

Additional Police arrived through the elevator, and you took that as your cue to stop talking and giving away any unecessary information. Speaking with Hank and Connor was pushing your tolerance already, but others were quite literally not worth your time. Their reactions were the same upon seeing the Spectre standing motionless a few feet away, and they quickly began to talk amongst themselves on how to deal with this.