R.E.K.O.N.*on hold for editing*

Chapter 1-Makara

Spending the first seven years of your life in prison isn't fun. Especially when you have no identity number. I for one never expected living like this. Then again I always did have a hard time with friends much less the bunch of crazies I hang out with now. Sometimes I would say I'm their leader and others I'd say we just all need to cool our pants off. 

My posse consists of my best friend: Rose the trigger happy girl with some strange disorder. I don't know what its called but supposedly it helps when you have to use survival instincts in everyday life. Her boyfriend,Sage, the notorious handy man and literally can fix anything if you put a box of tools in his hands. Which makes hot-wiring a car easier that eating cake(not like we know what that tastes like). The 'dark one' as Samson calls himself. On who he seemed to erase over half of his identity and get the tattoo removed from his skin. Then there's Dimitri who can kill a man and never think about it again. Which is why we don't really take  him on missions where there will be civilians involved. I'm the only tactical thinker in the group, which means I think of the booby-traps ans where to put them and think  of all our plans. Sometimes it's just winging it. And together we make up a group or a code that will make others die. We are known as project 7075 or REKON.

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We sat in the warehouse that served as a home for us 'criminals'. Well as in we I ment me and Rose my trigger happy best freind. The guys were out on a stupid request from one of our 'friends'. 

Rose sat at the table cleaning her gun."For the millionth time: get the gun and chemicals off the table. we eat there you know!!" I sat in the beanbag we used as one of the couches.

"For the two millionth time: what are you going to do if your gun gets too dirty and won't fire?" She always won at these conversations. I huffed and sipped the water laying next to me. 

"Who do you think will get number one this time?" I change the subject. She looks over.

"Do you doubt thatI still can't be the top of the line, numero uno, erste?" I shook my head

"Pride cometh before the fall." She rolled her eyes.

"It's not like I asked to be number one. I'd be comlpetely fine with number two million." She looked up at me.

"Not like Sammy would hate to have number one." She looked back at the gun and started putting it back together.

"Well like I said if anything I would rather have a higher number. If I could I'd give him nuber one but I think it's stupid to want that position it just means when you get captured you get tortured," She stood up  ad put it in the box we use for storing weapons.

"It's always quiet when we're here alone. And lonely," She plopped on the beanbag next to me.

"I'm here! does that not count?" She huffed. That made me smile. I sat in silence. The way eveything was ending was bad. The reflections were getting more and more frequent which meant sources were turning on their comrads. And the government was getting stricter. The thought of rose fighting guards trying to put her in a cell made me smile. She doesn't go down without a fight.  Wind blew past the old settled warehouse.

I drifted off into sleep.

I was running. My small feet caring me as fast as they could can. I can't run any longer. I gathered my courage and turned. But they were expecting that. She flew past me grabbing my shoulder and pushing me down. 

"Hello, Makara!" Rose smiled at me evily."How shocking to see you here." A volt went through my body. I screamed as she shocked me. "Don't be afraid...I'm your friend."

"Makara!!!!" Rose screamed in my ear as I sat up.

"What?"I sat straight up. 

"Nightmares. You get them alot." She shrugged. Then she looked out the window. I hadn't noticed but she was standing up and she was supper tense. " I was in it. Wasn't I?"