The pieces came together after that first meeting with Damon. They weren't all in place, nor would they be for some time. But more than I ever felt before, my path was set.
A commandeered transport was fixed up with a bit of armor plating, which was some of the various metal pieces used for roofs on makeshift houses in the ghetto. The stolen pulse weapons were distributed, and our force of fifty was assembled. Damon instructed us on the intent. First, we smashed into New Damai. I looked at his face now and realized it was his eyes, the same eyes of his brother, my husband. I wondered if George was one of the people Damon reached with his hacks into the Central Repository.
The Tyrannis hack wasn't effective in a large crowd with the noises of pulse fire and everything else that echoed around, Damon explained. But we had enough weapons and speed that would've gotten us there. Our goal was a straight bee line for the Central Repository. The hope was Damon's gear was enough for the rest.
I wondered about Maddix and Wilson, and the rest of my crew with BOSAM. I was an official Breaker now. Would I be shot by them if they saw me? Would I end up like that Breaker whose life I had taken so quickly? I reminded myself that they, like myself, had a job to do. And my job now involved the release of the captives like George.
And afterwards, we would be faced by those who had placed us in this situation. That would come soon enough.
The End
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The Monitor
Science FictionSia Garrett is a rookie at BOSAM (Bureau of Safety and Monitoring), where she tracks the emotional state of the citizens of New Damai as part of The Experiment. Emotions are monitored and any potential outburst of violence is dealt with quick and t...
