Number 965

Part 1: The Base II

"Sorry we're late." Tim cries as he busts through the elevator doors followed closely by Rupert, Sam, Echo, and Ethan.

"You're always late." Caleb grumbled and rolled his eyes

"No, there was that one time." Tim waves his hands behind him trying to recall a time that they actually showed up on time, he had his classic sly smile on his face.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah." Caleb waves his hand dismissively at him know it was way too early in the morning for this.

"Besides it's not like anything ever happens anyways." Echo smiled her voice like silver as she patted Tim on the shoulder.

"Well," I start looking away from my data "now that you mention it something did happen."

"What?" Ethan sputtered his eyes widening as I pull up the new information and open Number 965's file. "That's never happened before." He stresses as he bends over the keyboard and pushes a few buttons. The robotic voice rings out again.

"Number 965 woke up in a cold sweat."

"No way." Tim stammered.

"What does it mean?" Sam asks looking around to Rupert who just shrugged his broad shoulders.

"We should go and check." Caleb says pointing once again to the door trying to sell the brilliance of his Idea.

"No," Ethan snapped up from the computer like he was zapped "you think I am foolish enough to send you in there with no instructions from above ranks and with no equipment." Though he sounded angry Ethan couldn't help but look like he wanted to go in. "No." he said again, mostly to himself, "I will try to contact the head chairs to see if I can get some answers. Caleb and Katie you two should go get some food and some rest." He looked back to the computer and sighed deeply.

"But we don't even know if there are still people out there." Caleb replied. We hadn't heard from any other bases let alone the leaders since before any of us standing there were born.

"No I don't but.." Ethan began but Caleb cut him off.

"So we should go check it out now before it gets worse."

"That is irrational. We can't go out there without the proper planning and supplies." Ethan's face was getting red, his grey and black hair being pulled to the back of his head in frustration. Ethan always said it was Caleb's fault he was going grey. The two kept bickering back and forth and I didn't want to wait for them to finish so I headed to the elevator, I was hungry and wanted some breakfast. I went down to the third floor and walked through the grey halls till i got to the kitchen. The kitchen was painted red and had red and white tiled floors, all of the appliances matched the theme. Echo called it the dinner. I scavenged the dinner till I found half of a loaf of bread and made myself some toast. About halfway through my toasty breakfast Caleb stomps in, obviously having lost his argument with Ethan, and slumps into the chair beside me.

"He's such an old twat." He grumbles.

"Whatever you say." I snicker handing him a piece of toast. He takes it grudgingly and grumbles to himself in a childish fashion. Caleb may have been five years older than me but you would never know by the way he acts. We were just putting away the dishes when the alarm went off. A sharp blaring sound that made me put my hands over my ears. We looked at each other shocked. The alarm is triggered from the control room when something goes wrong and they need all hands on deck, it hardly ever happens only once in all my years living here.

"965." I whisper breathless. We stood staring at each other for a few seconds before we went rushing from the dinner to the elevator.

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