After I stormed out of our room I carried on walking until I found myself almost at the end of a long hallway with double doors at the end. A pair of metal wings were engraved into them. I pushed it open.
Inside was a large round table with people sitting around it, there seemed to be a giant touch screen on it. I scanned the faces of the people and saw commander, smiling at me. He kinda looks like terminator. (Yes, I have seen that old movie.)
"Well, look who it is!" He chuckled. "Our Angel, Missile."
"Ummm." I said, feeling quite awkward with all the other people looking at me. "Hi." I managed.
"So, what is it." He asked, still smiling happily.
"I need to talk to you." I said. "Now."
"Ok, fine." He looked at all the other strange people. "I will be back in a second."
He walked over to me and pushed open the door, I followed close behind. After closing the door he turned and looked at me. "What is it?" He asked again.
"You told Angel about the space mission..." I half whispered.
"Oh," he gave me a grin. "You're scared of going to space! It will-"
"No." I cut him off and went really serious. "She also told us about the 'new Angel'." He stopped smiling and said
"We had to-"
"I don't care." I cut him off again. "I went into your office and found a folder on her, Crimson right? I found her room number and checked it out for myself. How come you couldn't tell us earlier?! I mean she opened her eyes when I came in!"
His eyes widened. "She hasn't even been fully constructed... but yes you are right, I should have told you sooner. Listen, I lied about going to space, but Crimson is a lot different from you."
I looked down at my feet. "Do you have anything else to say?" I asked.
"Yes, and tell Angel... wait forget that I tell you on the way to your room." Commander grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back to my room, like I was a child.
"I have a very important mission for the both of you." He muttered as we reached the door. I watched his pull the handle, it didn't open. "What the f-" He mumbled.
"Is it locked?" I asked, confused.
"Yep."
"But-" this time he cut me off.
"We have to go, they must've already started!"
"Wait started what?!?" He grabbed my arm and pulled me down some more halls and into his office.
"Stay here." He commanded.
"Why?" Before I could do anything, commander stepped out the door and I heard him lock it. Sighing angrily, I let myself sink to my knees and I sat down. Not knowing what to do.
I looked at his computer, in the screen it said "don't worry, they're only science toys."
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Angels Of Death
Ciencia FicciónThe reason we are called Angels Of Death is because we are the ones that will destroy what mustn't exist. (Me, Angel and Missile) We are the most elite and strongest weapons that have ever been made, but... What would happen if we didn't want to be...