Agent Alaska (A Red Vs. Blue Fanfiction)

Chapter 9.2: Respawn

Dear Lord, this is a mess. I didn't think I'd see such a violent death. Dr. Wart thought to himself. He looked at the corpse that was laying on the examination table. There were blood stains everywhere and a few well placed stabs. He picked up the report:

Found on a pelican belonging to Project Freelancer. Corpse was stowed in one of the overhead compartments. Belonging to the Freelancer Agent Alaska.

The Doctor sighed, it was usually more helpful when there was information on the subject, blood type, age, certain things like that. It was hard to get a proper autopsy from scratch, just meant more work for him. He glanced at the corpse again. The corpse made him uncomfortable. It was his job to perform autopsies, and assist the chief medical staff where possible. He was used to this line of work, he didn't mind it, but this...this corpse. He shuddered.

Why am I so bothered by this corpse? It's not so different from the others. Is it perhaps the supposed method of death? Was it because this was suspected to be a murder? He looked at the strategic stab marks, and then took a swab of blood to analyze it. He put it in the analyzer and then glanced back at the girl. Agent Alaska. She looks pretty young to be an agent. How old is she? Is she even legally allowed to be in the military? 

Dr. Wart shifted uncomfortably. He decided Agent Alaska looked seventeen. That's one year below the legal enlistment age. How did she get here, into Project Freelancer? If she's an agent that means a good deal of training which means enlistment even before her current age, which means she's an illegal member of Project Freelancer, this is child abuse.

He looked back at the analyzer. 88%. He continued to stare as the analyzer continued. Usually technology wasn't that slow. He began to tap his foot in impatience. A few more seconds and the results were displayed.

"Indeterminate?" Dr. Wart asked. "What the heck? How can someone's blood type be indeterminate? That doesn't make any sense. That only happens when there are two blood types in the sample, but if there are two blood types in a sample...why would there be two blood types in the sample? Did she shed some blood from her attacker. Or...." He didn't have a chance to finish his sentence because a knife was suddenly pressing against his throat. There was a sudden insurmountable pressure in his head, small noises and whispers that began to string together.

"I'm sorry," the internal voice said. Before Dr. Wart could react he became a fresh corpse on the floor of the autopsy room. 

I sighed, looking at the fresh mess I made, and the mess my clothes were in. Well, considering I woke up in an autopsy room, that means the charade was believable, but now I don't know where I am in this facility. I sure hope this is the same ship. I glanced at the closest computer. Night Revenge. Yup, I'm in the same place. I stooped down over the man I killed, looking for a key-card, or anything. I plucked the ID card from his lab coat pocket. I sighed. Medical access is probably the weakest, but that should get the ball rolling. I looked around the autopsy room, there was basic medial equipment around, they were sharp but too tiny. I grabbed the largest precision knife, just in case. There was a gun on the counter. I reached for it, but hesitated. Guns are loud. I didn't pick up the pistol. I need to move soon.

I sat in front of the nearest computer console, the computer was already logged in. I looked up a map of the facility and committed it to memory. So far I had surprise on my side. The main objective was to get out. 479 was likely under guard and the pilot was in custody somewhere else in the ship. This is a gold mine for information but the more juicy information wouldn't be accessible from the medical department. That would be useful, leverage for when this project is blown out of the water after the war. The data transferred quickly and without incident, I loaded facial recognition into my HUD to identify all the personnel aboard the Night Revenge. I tapped a few more keys and realized my hands were shaking. I hoped it was from my body overcoming the drugs in my system but I knew it was from nerves. I heard the slightest of footsteps down the hallway. I quickly looked back down at the corpse. I quickly dragged it so it was hidden form the door and took my position hidden right next to the door. Here we go.