A Frantic Plea

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Bonnie clutched the phone with her shaking and blood covered fingers. "Michael.... code red....." she hoarsely grumbled into the receiver before the line fell into a series of beeping sounds and then the numbing sound of static arose. The influx of sound was so fierce that it seemed to wash away all memory of the voice that had frantically called out only moments before.

A garbled sound of crying and of screams could be heard just faintly above the incredible staticky roar.

Michael's breath eased over his lips with a ragged and desperate kind of sound, the kind of sound a ballon would make as it is deflated by a small puncture in it's plastic skin. His skin cold and clammy as he forced himself to sit up and awaken from the heavy fog of slumber.

"Bons?" He questioned with a slight groan. His eyes widening with more concern as a series of thunderous pops crackle over the annoying numb static. His very blood seemed to go cold as he realized what the sound must have been.

"Kitt!!! Pal, we've got gunfire at the Foundation's main building. We need to roll and fast!!" Michael shouted into his com-link. Inwardly. he couldn't help by try and prepare himself for whatever horror might await their arrival.

(may or may not be continued)

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