Room 31
7/6/20XX
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The room was splayed in darkness. Bleary, bloodshot eyes stared at the wall full of screens that radiated in a dull blue glow, barely illuminating the trash littered room. A long mangled mop of hair stretched down their back, milky skin glowing in the pulsating glow of the monitors. The only sound to penetrate the think shroud of silence was the eternal clanking of keys that hung in the air.
The wall paper was peeled back in some places, revealing grimy walls coated in god knows what. The mouldy, floral patterned curtains had been drawn shut and then boarded for good measure.
The room was lined in trash that gathered in corners, forests of car air conditioning hung from the ceiling in attempt to dim the the smell of musk and degrading trash.
Loud, thumping footsteps rang down the hall and the rusty door slammed open with a bang. "Yo! You need something?" A loud voice pulled them from their thoughts. They didn't look away from the light spewing screens, they chose to ignore the annoying distraction on continued to type at a even more rapid pace.
The prick threw themselves on to the ratty couch across the room, a cloud of dust billowing out as they crashed down. "You know you love me." He chuckled teasingly. "You called me, don't ignore you guest."
The bleary eyed recluse glanced up and sighed. "I need you to get me something. Or rather reclaim something." The voice was rusted and weak, as if it hadn't been used in days upon days. Turning back to the computer they resumed typing franticly, their fingers darting like spiders across the key board.
"Sure," he laughed, the springs in the couch gave a high pitched rusted screech as his weight disappeared. A flash of blue made her eyes squint in the sudden brightness that soon faded into nothingness, leaving the shadows even darker than before. From the back he slung a arm around her shoulder cheerily, almost patronising her. "Anything for a friend."
The recluse shoved his hand of their shoulder and pulled the chair closer to the desk, the wheels groaning under the sudden movement as it scraped along the dry floor boards. They reached across the garbage sprinkled desk and fumbled around for a moment. They pulled out a small blue box from the rubble of chip bags and instant ramen packets, empty bottles falling to the ground and rolling to a stop at the foot of the desk.
He leaned across their frail frame and snatched the box from their thin milky fingers. He pulled back and prayed the small box open. A small plug in chip in lay in the box, protected at all sides by stuffing.
"Fancy." He remarked snidely. "But outdated."
He clicked the box shut with a snap and walked around to the side of the desk, kicking the empty bottles and cans out of the way. "Your being tracked aren't you? No other way you'd use something as inefficient as this." He waved the box in their face, a sly smile stretching across his tanned face.
"Subtle as always." The recluse rasped, if scowls could kill, the man would have been a boiling pool of flesh.
He a sly laugh escaped his lips again. He pocketed the box in his large, stitched up jacket that hung of his form snugly. "Just tell me what I'm looking for and what it's worth." He tapped them on the nose and a smirk split his face.
They stared blankly back and they whirled their stained office chair back to face the pulsating monitor. "Your looking for a data file of mine. The chip has all the other information on it. Just find the hub server at the target location and the chip will to the rest for you." They informed in a weary, bored tone.
They pulled up a new program and tapped ferociously away, fingers scuttling across the keys. A large image fazed onto the screen, a large file next to it. The picture depicted a concrete grey fortress cloaked in a storm of snow. Delicate flakes fluttered in the icy claws of the wind, sweeping across the canvas of grey.
His grin grew impossibly larger, eyes glimmered like moon lit gems in the monitor lights.
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Base Alpha.
7/6/20XX
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The wall crumpled under his flying body. Shards of steel and concrete stained with scarlet burst out behind him. Dust blossomed upwards, mingling with the wild storm of snow. Slamming into the icicle fringed railings they crumpled like paper under his weight.
He hit the angelic white snow with a crunch. Pulling himself up to a shaky stand. He swayed slightly in the icy claws if the wind, head tilted up to the specks of white swimming in the grey sky.
His blood mingled with the crimson already staining the other wise featureless snow. He stumbled back, almost falling down as his foot caught on a mutilated torso. Two corpses lay beneath him, charred flesh and voided milky eyes that stared up towards the snowy sky.
Thundering footsteps made him look up and saw the lady's rounded, almost childlike face appeared over the torn metal edge. Her eyes glowed with a lightning that blazed in her sockets in unmatched fury.
The light in her eyes flickered and died, her pupils dilated and fixed on the mangled remains that lay at his feet.
"Yarrow?" Her voice quivered in the bitter wind, frailty flooded over her body and she stumbled back. "Yarrow, are you awake?"
Fear and sadness clutched her heart and she reached out to the body from above. Fingers shaking she closed her hand around in corpse, blocking it from her overview.
Cuba felt slight hesitation grasp his mind. His hand lay at his side, bloodied weapon still clutched in his grasp, yet he stood still in the scarlet snow, waiting.
Her fists clenched, knuckles white her face turned into one of complete anger and disgust. Tears pricked her grey eyes. Lightning swarmed around her fingers and she pulled a blazing hammer from the folds of light. She lifted it as if it was made of air and levelled it at Cuba. "YOU DEMON!" She spat in pure disgust.
Cuba flinched, he grit his teeth and his hand clutched his staff in a death grip, he heard the wood splintered and cracked under his tightening fingers. The staff split slightly and he stared up at his challenger in undisguised emotion.
Flames licked his fingers and the snow around his boots, melting the snow into a growing pool of glimmering water, the snow shining like gems in the electric lights that cut through the snow storm.
I'LL KILL YOU!" She thundered, her eyes flashing with a grim light. Cuba narrowed his eyes, whipping his staff around in his fingertips he set into a combat stance, boots digging into the snow with a crunch.
"I'm so sorry. . ." His almost silent voice coiled away in the bitter claws of the snow, forgotten in the wind.
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I cannot touch.
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Suddenly, a wild plot appears!
Sorry for the rushed chappie :(
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