Ghosts

Blackout

Senna's Pov
Song inspo Rock Bottom by Grandson

2 years after the ending of 'Cadaver'

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck." I muttered to myself as my feet carried me down route 66. Fuck new Mexico and its barren wasteland. Who would ever want to live in a place like this?

I nearly tripped, my palm scraping the rough road as I steadied myself and kept moving. I wasn't going to be fast enough.

I'd called Laswell hours ago, telling her I'd been had, my cover was blown but I had yet to hear back from her. Right now I was alone in the middle of the New Mexico desert. I was without my gear and the pistol I did have tucked into the back of my jeans, was spent.

I'd overspent my time 'working' for the arms dealer the CIA had discovered there, though I now knew they were involved in much more than that. When they caught me digging too deep it was all over. Two years spent in this shithole for it to end like this.

Two years away from my team and Simon just to know that I was probably going to die. I could only outrun their engines for so long and I was already tired.

I could hear them behind me, speeding up but I didn't look back. Laswell would show right? She had to.

"C'mon Kate." I cursed to myself and as if speaking her into existence I could hear the heli close by.

"About time." I muttered into the comm as I held the button in.

But before I could hear her response there was an explosion behind me, I felt the heat on the back of my neck as it pushed me into the air. I don't remember falling to the ground, I don't remember Laswell and her team pulling me into the heli. All I could remember was the heat and pain that seared through me.

Then, nothing.

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1 week later
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At some point I woke up in a military hospital. They picked and prodded at me, running tests and tending to my wounds.

I let them because to be honest, I didn't know why I was there. I couldn't remember how I'd come to be wounded, or why I wasn't at a regular hospital.

They tried to explain, some woman with a dirty blonde bun had introduced herself to me as Kate and told me I had been working for her. That my name was Senna and I'd been hurt while undercover.

It all seemed like a dream, because when my eyes did close I saw nothing.

Senna. I said my name over and over again but it never felt any more familiar, or any more me.

The doctors asked Kate not to push too much, that my memory would come back in time, hopefully.

They transferred me to the UK where I was apparently from and a base I certainly didn't recognize even though they told me I'd spent most of my time there before I was in the US for my work.

I'd healed a bit, I could move better, do things for myself. The simple things like showering and eating, those things felt normal, instinct, but nothing else did.

I was instructed that I'd be put into a normal routine, as close as normal as they could get for me so that I didn't become overloaded but I could see that I was a burden. Without remembering who I was, I couldn't do my job for them.

They told me I'd be going home for more rest and normalcy, wherever home was.

I was pulling down my shirt, examining a strange mark I had on my side that I couldn't remember. It was large, scarred over like it had healed years ago but it resembled some type of brand.

Just who was I? What kind of person ended up covered in scars like I was?

"Senna." A man said from the doorway and it took a second to remember that that was my name.

When I turned to look at him two others had joined him. The one that spoke was taller than the rest, but I couldn't see his face. He wore a skull mask over a balaclava and even his eyes seemed far away, dark and sad.

Another had a short mohawk and his expression was much more readable, worry in his furrowed brow but also a bit of happiness like he was seeing a friend he hadn't seen in a long time. Was that me?

The third was a bit older, with thick sideburns on his cheeks. "It's good to see ya, kid." He spoke as he moved closer as if to get a better look at me. I took a step back and he stopped.

"Who are you?" I asked all of them, my eyes scanning their faces as they gave each other a knowing look. Had Kate filled them in, had the doctors?

Who were they to me?