The milition chronicles

Chapter 12: jennifer

Marcus Lay on the ground, a wound in his shoulder, unconscious, we stood stunned until realization hit us, we had to get some kind of bandage over marcuses shoulder or he would bleed out. "Does anyone have some cloth?" I asked , no one answered. If this was a normal action movie, someone would either take off their shirt, or tear a piece off, but we were in jumpsuits. Blake realized my concern, but a look on his face appeared like he had an idea, then he began to tear fabric off of his sleeve to use as a bandage. When he was finished, he was missing half a sleeve and Marcus's wound was patched. "Now we have to get out of here," commented Benjamin, "any ideas?" "What about Sirus?" Asked Nicholas, "we have to save him!" "Fine," replied Benjamin, "how are we going to save Sirus then?" "Well we need a vehicle," commented Alyssa, "what if we split up in half four and three, one in a spaceship and one in a car." "Sounds reasonable!" Said Marylyn, "raise your hand for the spaceship team," Benjamin, surprise surprise, me, and Marylyn raised hands and we agreed to take Marcus. That left Blake Alyssa and Nicholas to be in the car. "Then it's settled," said Blake, "guys, let's go steal a car!"

We branched off and walked up the stairs to our cells. By this time Marcus had woken up but he leaned on Marylyn for support, Marylyn seemed more than happy to have this responsibility. Eventually we found a pathway that led to a room that looked like a spaceship bay. We followed this and opened the door with the password Marcus gave us. Ben ran around looking at all of the ships. A couple shaped like average sci if ships, but some looked really weird, like one looked like a 1950s police call box, another was a disc with two energy pods at the back. We didn't need a big ship, but we wanted speed and it had to seat four. Then we saw one, it was about thirty feet long and narrow, four seats lined the interior cockpit and two jets were seated on the back. Wings jutted out from either side with rapid fire plasma cannons, Marcus said this, mounted on the underside of each wing. "A T1 Valkyrie," said Marcus, "this will cover our bases nicely!" "All aboard!" Yelled Benjamin.

We boarded the ship and Benjamin assumed he could fly it so we let him. I sat behind him followed by Marylyn and Marcus was in the back. As Ben muttered directions for takeoff under his breath, I wondered how the others were doing with the car. I got caught up in thinking about this for a bit and when I was thrust back into reality Benjamin had taken off and sirens were blaring, we were off.