Disaster Control - Sequel to SS Odysseus

Chapter 3

I sighed and dropped my rifle on the ground, kicking it at them, and the rest did the same, albeit reluctantly.

"Turn around and walk towards my voice." He drawled, and I did so. When I reached his voice, a man injected something into my neck, and I stiffened completely - not able to move.

I was kicked over, and I remembered the Petrificus Totalus spell from Harry Potter. Useful information.

I then mentally slapped myself.

This was not the time for the Philosopher's Stone.

I looked up at the man, and I slowly faded out of consciousness.

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When I awoke, I was able to move (yay) and I was in the back of a van (deja vu much?),

I looked up, and my friends were all sitting around me as we tore through a few streets. I was pretty sure we were still in D.C.

I proceeded to slap Liam harshly.

"Wake up!" I hissed, and he groaned, shifting a bit.

"Where are we?" He asked, and I rolled my eyes.

"A van." I said bluntly, and the doors opened.

"Get out! And quickly!" A man said, and I was vaguely aware of gunshots in the background.

"No." I said, and he punched he in the jaw, and I fell back, seeing stars.

Bang!

I heard a man fall down, and another face stood above us, pulling us all out one by one, until we all were sitting in a black bus.

"Go!" a deep voice growled, and we sped off, away from the abandoned car.

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I looked around, evidently confused.

"We got the package. Going to base." A voice from behind us said into a walkie-talkie, before turning back to his machine gun.

"Two choppers above!" The driver said, and some men in turrets groaned and aimed their guns upward, firing.

I looked around at my friends, and a man ran up to us.

"Take some weapons and shoot at those cars!" He shouted, and I nodded, pulling a pistol out of my waistband. I saw my friends take pretty much the same things out, and I cringed at how under-prepared we were.

Sighing, I opened a window, sticking my gun out, and shooting the windshield of a car. Said car did a flip and crashed.

"Ouchies." I muttered, and I took aim at the next car, firing.

"Don't go to base until we get these bastards off our tail!" The man at the front hollered, and I went to a machine gun - the normal person who would've been firing it was on the ground, dead. Quickly, I took aim.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

I watched as the machine gun unloaded rounds into the night, and I heard the squeal of tires and loud cursing behind us, before a chopper crashed behind us.

"One more!" The driver shouted, and I sighed in relief when no more cars came hurtling out of the darkness.

BOOM!

The helicopter came hurtling down, smashing trees, and exploded behind us.

"Go to base." A man said, and we turned around.

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We went straight underground.

In the middle of the forest, the ground seemed to lower, and we were brought into a chamber of sorts, before the ground rose back up around us.

I sighed in relief as I stumbled out of the bus, shaking slightly.

"Explain." I hissed, and the man chuckled.

"Respect." He said sharply.

"I'll respect you when you tell me who you are." I retorted angrily, and he gave a dry chuckle, pulling off his hood and smiling.

"Hello. I'm Arron Strong. Head of... well... head of whatever is left of the CIA." He says, smiling at us.

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I sighed and bowed a bit.

"I thought all the CIA was decimated/executed by the Supreme's. As was the FBI." I said, and Arron rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, they did execute about 98% of us. We have a few dozen agents left. We also have what's left of the military." He said. "About 1,000 men overall. The rest were KIA, captured, or executed." He smiled bitterly.

"Any news on the President?" I asked hesitantly, and Arron nodded.

"Dead in Russia. Executed on live TV, as was the PM of Britain." Arron sighed and ran his hand through his messy hair, obviously not fond of those memories - I don't see who would be. Maybe the Supremes.

"We're trying to take D.C. back. First, we have some allies in what's left of Europe - about 20,000. Not enough to take over the Supremes." He groans.

I nodded wordlessly, and he looked at us.

"Michael! Show them their quarters." he barked, and a man came moving out of the shadows. Gesturing for us to follow, he quickly walked out into a corridor, and I followed.

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My first impression? The place was dark.

Not surprising - it's underground.

However, there weren't any lights for most of the way. Only one flickering light every 10 feet, and it didn't reassure me.

Michael caught us glancing at the lights and smiled.

"It gets brighter at your quarters - and the training rooms are regular brightness. Just the hallways are dark. They need the electricity elsewhere." He shrugs.

Nodding, we took a left turn, and then he opened a door.

Inside the room was definitely brighter.

Wincing, I looked around. It was split in half by a curtain - male and female.

"I think we have one too many male beds." Michael frowns.

I hesitated before saying "One died.". Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Adira's hand fly up to her necklace, and she clutched it tightly.

Michael merely nodded awkwardly. Next event... dinner at 1800. I'll come to you. You'll need the outfit and the watch. We'll get y'all some after dinner. Just relax for now." He said, and he left.

Sighing, I walked over to my bunk - under Liam, next to Collin, and an empty bunk was above his - Andreas. Looking up to his bed, I saw on the side.

Andreas Sanchez

Subject 4

Status: KIA

Sighing, I stood up, and looked at mine.

Nielsen Sterling

Subject 1

SS: Negotiable

Status: Alive

Frowning at the 'Negotiable' part, I glanced at Liam's.

Liam Wallace

Subject 3

SS: Non-Negotiable

Status: Alive

My frown deepened.

Collin Grey

Subject 2

SS: Non-Negotiable

Status: Alive

A small beep came from my mine. Paling, I read it.

Nielsen Sterling

Subject 0000

SS: To Be Killed (TBK)

Status: Execution

Shit.