Dang Convergence Vol. 1

CHAPTER ONE INCURSION

CHAPTER ONE

INCURSION

One corridor. Another. And then the next.

In the midst of all the chaos, they all looked the same. Flashing red lights that were somewhat disorienting; people clad in lab coats, others in tactical security gear running in every direction with panicked expressions on their faces. And then, there was him, getting closer to the danger instead of away from it."

He came across a group of guards who'd gathered around a door that had sealed when the Institute's alarms had gone off. Behind the door, through the glass, he saw other guards, frantic expressions of fear etched on their faces as they desperately tried to get the door open, banging against it and even firing their weapons.

"Damn door won't open!" a guard in front of him roared.

"Step aside" he instructed.

The guards glanced back, surprised to find him there. Without asking any questions, however, they did exactly as he said. He walked towards the door, placed his hands at either side of it, felt for the slightest crack of space with his fingers and once he found it, he drew a deep breath...And then he pulled.

The door didn't put up a fight against him. He ripped it right off and then tossed it aside. The guards who'd been behind it surged out at once, expressions of relief on their faces.

"Hurry," he said to them. "Get to the Atreus."

"Thank you, Gearheart." One of the guards piped out enthusiastically. "Let's go men." Said the guard, standing a little taller.

The rest of the men followed in tow, each giving their savior a brief nod.

"Gearheart, huh? The mysterious figure said softly. "Some Gearheart I'm turning out to be." He said hollowly. His thoughts started to drift towards his recent appointment when suddenly the ground shook and the klaxons snapped him out of his stupor

"No, I mustn't' let myself get distracted, not with so much at stake." He growled.

Refocused, he headed straight into the room he'd just released the guards from, a room that connected into another corridor. He bolted down the corridor, making use of his body's cyber enhancements.

He took his next right. And then a left. And then straight through a door that led him into the control hub where they were waiting.

"Our scanners aren't picking up anything!" cried out Charles Wayne, a tall, broad-shouldered man with graying dark hair and rounded spectacles on his face. His face was spotted with freckles and he had a little scar on his chin that he'd gotten as a result of an ill-thought gamble.

"Forget the scanners, they're definitely here," he said, his voice an odd mix of metallic and normal. "We need to get to the ship."

The others exchanged looks of concern and fear.

"Are you serious right now?" Charles asked. "The ship hasn't been prepped for something like this, we won't be able to make the jump."

"I'll operate the tube manually and–," He picked up on a weird frequency then, one that cut him off mid-speech, an agonized yell escaping him. He clutched his head at once and dropped to a knee, his eyes watering rapidly. His vision scrambled out of focus while his systems glitched momentarily.

"Gearheart? Are you okay?" Charles rushed out of his seat and towards him, attempting to help him up. But the figure shook his head and shoved Charles backward.