The Last Outcasts

III

As we were running, I noticed there were no Battalion patrols out. It was weird. She spoke as we ran "Do you have a name? Or do I still call you 3608?" I laughed at what she said. "Yes, I have a name. It's Octavian. And what about you 6410?"

"It's Scarlett." She turned her head around and slowed down to a slight jog as we talked. "Scarlett, huh? Suets you." I laughed a bit and she did too. She turned back around a looked at the buildings. "Here we are."

She stopped in front of a tall broken down, but sturdy, building. I stared at it when I realized what it was. I was standing in front of the hotel I was sent to take out.

I looked around scanning the area frantically. "Scarlett, we need to get everyone out of that hotel. Now!" I yelled as I put my helmet on and a plasma cannon formed in place if my right hand and the shield attachment on my left arm extended. She looked at me like I was crazy. "Why? What's wrong?" She seemed scared. "Don't ask! Just do it!!" I yelled back demanding she do what I said.

I stood there in front of the rubble that was a hotel. People rushed out from behind me as I scanned the area for soldiers. "Patience... Maybe everyone will be gone before they get here. If they get here." I whispered under my breath. When I finished my sentence, almost immediately, a shot fired out. It wasn't me, it wasn't Scarlet. Was it her?

I turned around and saw three people on the ground. Blood was pooling out of the necks. "H-How?!" I almost yelled out as I looked around for the shooter. Whatever had shot that bullet, it wasn't human. The one projectile hit three people. The person had to have full control of it. But why? Why would someone like us attack one of our only safe havens? When I looked up, I saw a single glare from a building that was about half the height of the crumbled hotel, but it was still higher ground.

My adrenaline kicked in and that was the only thing that I felt. The gun and shield retracted back into my arms and I blocked out everything and everyone. It was just me and the sniper. I start to sprint towards the building, my feet chipping away at the eroded concrete as my titanium feet collided with it. I pushed myself toward the next building with every step.

Another shot fired out and the bullet hit my right arm. It shattered like it was flimsy plastic making contact with a metal wall. More shots fired from the same place. I jumped up and gripped into the brick and I started to climb the building. Shots continued to hit me and bounce off. It was like the attacker thought that it would actually hurt me.

I reached the window next to the one were the bullets were fired and jumped in, weapons once again at the ready. I looked to my left hoping to see the attacker, but there was only a brick wall with wallpaper peeling off in sheets. I took a few steps back and then ran towards it, ramming right through it. When I looked up, I saw a man holding a glowing sword with a sniper strapped to his back. He expected me to come through that wall, he was in a combat stance with the sword facing me. I again returned my arms to normal, except for my right arm.