Amputation

Driven Up The Wall

"Please explain."
"Walk up the wall."
"What, I mean, how?"
"Your legs. Besides the launch plates, that for all practical purposes literally launch you forward, there are spikes that drive into the walls as you attempt to climb them. Your legs will firm up. You'll feel as though you're walking on the floor."
"You're serious?"
"Deadly."
"All right." I walked over to the right wall. I lifted my left leg up and planted it on the wall. I could feel the spike push through the concrete. I pulled my right leg up behind me and held firm. I couldn't feel the pull of gravity anymore. This was insane. I could walk on walls. I kept walking forwards, or would it technically be upwards? I don't know but I finally reached the corner between the floor and the ceiling. I treated it the same as I treated the right wall. I then preceded to look up. Or down. Just depends. It was amazing and horrifying. The room was around seventy feet tall, so it was amazing to see the rooms floor from the ceiling. It was an awe inspiring experience to say the least. I walked back down the way I came and walked over to Dr. Jones. He had a bright grin on his face.
"Enjoy the flight?"
"Yeah. That was interesting."
"Good, I'll let you practice as long as you want tonight. Do whatever you want, I'll have the targets on a loop. Do you want moving ones?"
"Yes."
"Good. I'll have them on a rotation. New ones will come in as you shoot and stab more and more of them. Tomorrow you'll fight hand to hand with some professionals I'm bringing in to train you. I suggest testing out your blade before they show up tomorrow."
I took his advice. The first three targets that showed up I ran towards and slashed in half. Two days of training. Two days until field work. Time to get to work.