The Resistance

Chapter-7

A number of technicians were seated in the control room. They were all reviewing the footage from before the blast looking for any hint or clue that might answer the "How" "Where" and "Why" questions.

The leader had summoned the spy-Shaun, who was being interrogated in a different room. The two people found running in the maze were lying outside. They were of no use as they seemed to have swallowed some kind of poison which caused them to vomit several times and go into trauma. He personally went outside the control room to see the victims.

The blonde girl was about 5'5. Her blonde hair extended till her waist. She was wearing a blue top and skirt decorated with silver glitter. Her face showed many signs of suffering. She kept pressing her eyelids together as though she had a severe headache.

He shifted his gaze to the man he believed to be Abul-Bak-Sahara aka A-37. He removed the helmet and his heart skipped a beat. This man wasn't Abul! He had seen his picture in the profile. Questions flooded his brain. Then came a loud gasp from inside the control room. Something had gone wrong again.

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The soldier named V-25 calmly strolled down the aisle-3 after creeping out of the restroom undetected. To other soldiers, it would seem that V-25 some scared teenager who was addicted to drugs and needed a source of income. But what they didn't know was that inside the tough fabric and Kevlar coating was an attractive teenage girl who was sent to a mission by another teenage boy.

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Rachel had asked Jason how he knew about the trackers and where they were kept. He had replied that it was a secret he wasn't willing to tell. She couldn't help but think about it.

Rachel reached the end of the aisle and faced the steel door which read "Danger: 440V" along with a skull. She made sure that no one was looking in her way and then she slipped inside the door. Since aisle-3 cameras were already destroyed by Jason, the mastermind behind this could only rely on eye witnesses who may be not be trustworthy.

There was a soldier sitting on a chair inside. As soon as he saw her he got up to ask questions. Rachel took a deep breath. This would be hardest part for her, no matter what Jason said. To him it would be another obstacle in the path, an obstacle to be eliminated immediately. But for Rachel it meant taking a life.

The soldier came closer and asked "What do you want?"

Her hands were shaking. She said to herself that she can't let Jason down. She can't let her friends down, the friends who were relying on this very plan. She took a deep breath and raised her handgun to his forehead.

The soldier took a step back and swung into action by kicking her hand. The handgun flew from her hand and hit the wall. There she stood, unarmed and shocked that she messed up her only job. Suddenly anger replaced her empathy and sensitivity. She felt anger towards her fate, her life for landing her in such situation.

She recollected all the martial arts classes she had attended. The soldier immediately retrieved his own Glock from the leather holster and aimed at her. But Rachel was agile. She ducked and performed a 360 degree turn while she drove her foot into his heel and toppled him. Then she used the momentum of the turn and dropped her elbow on him. Her elbow hit his lower arm. As her strong muscles dug into his arm he released the Glock with a cry of anguish.

She dived for the Glock. She felt her palm touch and cool piece of metal. She grabbed it while she somersaulted and aimed it again at his forehead. The soldier was frozen with fear. Her fingers went crashing into the trigger. The soldier fell on the floor with a small thud. Then silence prevailed.