Mission Critical

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Mission Critical


The group still gathered around Mae who was grunting in pain.


"She's asleep." Sammy said. "The leaves should stop the bleeding, but I don't know how much longer it'll last."


"Ben said Kash had a phone." Yaz said. "Let's get it, call for help and get out of here."


"But... what about the dinosaurs?" Darius asked causing the group to glare at him. "Now that Mae's injured, who's gonna protect them?"


"Who cares?" Patrick growled. "Darius, Mae needs help. We need to get out of here. Now stop playing hero."


Darius glared as him as Brooklyn turned towards Patrick.


"What's the plan Pat?" Brooklyn asked when suddenly, two BRADs entered view scanning the area. They hid behind the rocks as the two BRADs scanned the area.


"New orders received." The BRAD suddenly said and the two ran away, in two different derivations. Darius was about to speak only for Patrick to interrupt.


"One might be heading to Kash. Kenji, Darius, Sammy, you guys take the one on the right. Me, Yaz and Brooklyn will take the left. Ben, go to the snow biome and find something to wrap Mae's wound."


"Copy chief." Kenji said causing Darius to look down.


The group all split off into their respective groups. Yaz, Brooklyn and Patrick all hid behind a tree watching the BRAD run away.


"Yaz, you okay?" Patrick asked. "With the nightmares?"


"I'm fine." Yaz shot. "We have more things to worry about than a few bad dreams."


"It's more than that and you know it..." Patric k whispered.


"It's getting away." Yaz whispered running forward causing Brooklyn and Patrick to sigh. The followed until the BRAD reached some sort of warehouse. He BRAD stood in front of a keypad causing the doors to open.


The teens quickly rushed in behind the BRAD, Yaz tripping forward to be met with a BRAD just staring at her with lifeless eyes. She gasped and stumbled back as Patrick grabbed her shoulders pulling her behind a crate.


"They're not active." Patrick whispered placing a warm hand on her shoulder allowing her to calm down. The three looked up to see a bunch on deactivated BRADs.


"This is where they're built." Brooklyn whispered.


"Finally." Kash's voice suddenly rang. "Took you long enough."


The trio crawled towards the voice to see him working on the BRAD. Patrick crawled forward towards the desk to see the phone.

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