Apartment B

Broken

As the locked clicked any sorrow my cold heart could muster, did feel for this poor girl.  What the doctor had in mind, even my deranged world couldn’t imagine.  We have killed more test subjects than usual as of late.

            I grabbed her arm, her fragile state was evident.  She fell limp, letting her dead weight try to inhibit any progress.  Easily enough I scooped her into my arms and carried her towards the chair. 

            Strapping her in, I felt the cold dark glare of the doctor.  Like a wolf waiting to devour his meal.  That evil grin spreading across his lips, it even gave me chills. 

            After securing Jen I turned towards the Doctor and waited to receive further orders. He had already advanced to the chair.   Jen kept her eyes closed as the doctor calculatingly ran his hands down her body. I could see her breast heave straining against the straps. 

            “Cason,” The doctor muttered

            “Yes,”

            “Please go get our next test subject.” He said in an excited tone. 

            I left the room without word.  Making my way through the dark apartment, I headed back towards the living room.  I haven’t felt an emotion like this since our first mission as a soldier, before all of this shit.  I felt my mind again start to wander.

            “Cason! Get your ass down.” Screamed my lieutenant as a bullet whistled off the wall above my head. 

            I immediately hit the ground.  More bullets clattered against the tiled wall, dumping tiny dust over my body.  Shaking it out of my head, I began to take in the scene around me. 

            The Lieutenant was motioning and screaming but the loud crackle of gunfire drowned out any audible words.  Soon after the firing started to wane and I could finally relieve myself from the rubble covered ground. 

            “Sir, what the hell is going on?” I screamed, as to hear my own voice from the constant ringing in my ears. 

            “The reinforcements for the rebel soldiers have advanced on our location.  Right now only a few men are holding the American Ambassador captive. We are to infiltrate this location and get her out of this county.” The Lieutenant said in commanding voice.

            There were only five men in our crew.  We were the Special Forces unit for the NATO: a secretive black operative group that deployed missions, reporting to only the leaders of the United Nations.  This was my first time really in the shit, as the other men would say. 

            “Cason, follow Browler down the hall to the main living quarters, and secure that area.  The Ambassador will most likely be held there.  We will flank and advance from the back.”  Lieutenant Marks had barely finished his statement as he disappeared around the corner of the building. 

            “Lets do this boy,” Browler said sarcastically. 

            “Roger.” 

            We climbed the fire escape on the outside of the building and entered the third level through an open window.  The captures were sure to have positioned themselves through the main floor on the second level and having the high ground was the only possible way this mission would have any success. 

            The third floor of the embassy was strewn with broken glass from office doors and clusters of paper.  The dark hall between the glass window offices flickered on and off from broken lights.