Revolution

Prologue- Part Two

"H...hello? Anyone there?"

"This is Mr. O. What's your query? Please be quick." Mr. O took a relaxed sip of hot earl gray tea, liquid from the rim of warm ceramic mug dripping unto the table.

"Mr. O! Something really bad happened. I'm hiding behind a trash can right now. We don't have much time. "

He slammed his tea down, waves of the citrus, fragrant tea splashing out onto the wooden desk. "Who is this?! An agent of mine, I presume. You sound quite like Oriona. What do you need?"

"Yes, sir, it's Oriona. My partner...he's been shot clean through the thigh. The laser chicken somehow spotted him, and I don't know how to fix the wound. We were never trained for physical damage! We don't have any bandages. I don't have any helpful gadgets. We need assistance right away. Osmond, come on. Stay with me. Breathe in, breathe out." The voice on the other end sounded desperate.

"I'll send a medical team as soon as I can. Please try to hold on as long as you can, okay?"

"Yes! Dispatch the medical unit immediately, please. Osmond doesn't have much strength left. If we don't stop the bleeding now, it's not going to end well. We're in sector 18 of the district. Please hurry, and bring your shields! Osmond, darling, keep breathing, okay? It's going to be fine. You're going to be fine, I promise. Stay with me, okay?"

Mr. O reached towards the phone cradle, about to set the handset down when he heard piercing, terrified screams coming from the speaker. "Osmond! Osmond!" Angrily, he slammed the phone into its holder and pulled out the thin lower drawer of his desk. The interior was flat, with inset buttons flush with the bottom of the drawer. The many triggers were colored in bright colors for a multitude of codes- topaz, crimson, sapphire, coral, lemon, and many more. "I can't believe I let an agent die!" he screeched, shoving the sapphire button down. Blue lights flared outside and inside his office, and the lights dimmed. He quickly poured his morning's leftover tea into a styrofoam cup, splashing into the cup and all over the floor and his clean, creased dark pants. He stormed out of the office, swinging open the doors. "Code Sapphire! Medical team, assemble and travel to Sector 18 at once!" As Dr. Oriole and quite a few of her assistants bustled past him on the top floor, stepped down the stairs and ran into the tube lobby, he sighed. He knew by Oriona's cries that Osmond was not going to survive. Code Sapphire wasn't a common code, and for good reason. Most agents never experienced it, but they had all been trained on it in the academy and dreaded it far more than any other code. Code Sapphire meant that a medical emergency needed handling. It wasn't used for odd viruses on the loose or a odd disease that turns people green. It was only used for physical damage- damage that couldn't be fixed with unicorn tears and dragon spit. He closed his eyes and turned around, stalking back into his office and plopping down in a soft, comfortable chair. He put both his hands on the cup, letting the warmth soothe him.