COPY

SHEER

CHAPTER 3

      They dragged me about 20 more feet straight through the corridor. The walls changed color here. They were a disgusting mustard yellow, and honestly it made you want to puke. We passed a sign that was low enough for me to see. It read “High Priority Danger zone." My feet scraped two more feet of the tile floor and we turned right through a corridor where light became even dimmer. It was like there was no light at all.

        Their hands were slowly slipping from my arms because of their sweat. Right now would be the right time to make my move.

1 step,

2 steps,

and 3 steps now!

       I moved my foot under the soldier to my right tripping him. I elbowed him in the face and he fell to the floor before the soldier to my left could process what was happening. I kneed the soldier and retrieved his gun from its holder. I cocked it and set it to the soldier’s temple. While putting my foot on the fallen soldiers back applying pressure to his back to cause him enough pain to prevent him from standing up. Like every soldier here they were tactical and ruthless.

His eyes glinted with a confidence that only told me one thing, and that one thing was that he underestimated me. “Okay,” I whispered as the air inside my lungs ran out through my mouth. I catched my breath and stated with a hard voice, “I have a message and I want it delivered.” My eyes scanned the walls searching for any sign of cameras. So far there wasn’t any. My eyes darted to the soldier with a gun pressed to his temple. Our eyes met. For a second his eyes looked clouded a sheerness that let me see his eyes. He blinked and his eyes had nothing they were just black irises looking back at me with confidence and cockiness. I dismissed the confusion bubbling up inside me.

          “What is it?” the soldier on the floor asked. His voice was muffled by the tiled floor currently pressed to his face. “Well now that you ask I want you to tell your leaders that ‘I kath have always looked up to them, and they are my role models’.” My voice dripped sarcasm while my face contorted into something displaying adoration and admiration, but as soon as the show started it ended. “No… but in all seriousness I want you to tell your leaders that I have some information that they don’t want released to the general public and I have the capability to release it if they don’t give me what I want.”

     The soldier’s expression to my left didn’t change. He didn’t even blink. He stood there unresponsive like a zombie as I waved my hand in front of his face. The soldier under my foot struggled to talk, “Okay, just…just let us go so we can tell them.” he moved his head to where my eyes saw him. This time I actually saw him. His face was angular all lines and angles. His hair was wavy and the color of chocolate. His eyes were truly a sight they were hazel. You could look at them and see his truthfulness. His face was an illusion to beautiful to break. He was trying to deceive me. I realized with a start. I laughed harshly, “Not a chance.” I shook my head and continued when you wake up you can tell them.”

        I hit the soldier to my left in the back of the head. He dropped like a rock. “Wait no please!” the soldier on the floor pleaded. Pleaded. Soldiers of this unit don’t plead. That caught me off guard. “What’s your name?” I asked. “Denton... Denton geratt” he responds.

         I remind myself that I shouldn’t be asking him this I should just be trying to get out of here. I say “Nice to meet you Denton you can tell them the message when you wake up.” I hit Denton in the back of the head with the barrel of my gun. He fell completely still on the floor. I was half expecting the other soldier, whose last name was Traven from what his name tag said, to make a move to fight me, but he didn’t move. He just stood there unmoving, unflinching. It was eerie the way he just seemed to be seeing into space. I shook my head and shrugged.” I guess someone took too much of their medicine today.” I muttered to myself. I hit him in the back of the head and his body slumped to the floor.

        I kneeled down next to their bodies and I unbuckled Denton’s weapons belt from his waist. I slung it to my waist. I hoisted the gun in, and grabbed a second gun from the drooling soldier on the ground. I set the second gun down on the floor and searched the soldiers for something to pull my hair back with. One soldier had a rubber band on his wrist. I took it and pulled my hair into a tight ponytail. I grabbed extra bullets, and I searched the soldiers extensively. I found a stun gun neatly tucked into Denton’s boot. When I was done I looked at myself for the first time sense I had woken up. I was wearing kaki cargo jeans and a black tank top. The weapons belt hanging low on my waist, and a gun in my hand felt familiar. I had had many years of training and I knew how to handle most weapons.

      My father had taught me hand-to-hand combat. It was fun. I loved the adrenaline rush that you get when you’re fighting, an instinct kicks in to protect yourself, and you see a side of you that you have never seen before. I loved it. It was fun until I joined the military. They sell it in nice packaging, but you don’t know what’s inside until you open it. I saw what they did, what they still do, and I didn’t want any part of it. I had planned my resignation. I had everything ready, but then I saw a project, an awful sight. I wasn’t supposed to see. I wasn’t supposed to be aware. I couldn’t leave after that. I trained harder and endured many physical and mental challenges to get to the top ranks. I succeeded I got in the system and dug deeper, copied some files, hid them, and know I’m a person they want dead.

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