November 25th, 8:30 A.M. New York resistance HQ. Bee's P.O.V.
Our headquarters isn't overly savvy or new. It's in an old library in the poorer part of New York, but my God, is it good. It looks old and decrepit from the outside, but on the inside, the security is fortified to high shit, our tech isn't traceable and we have our own generator. Our leader, the head of the New York base of operations and crew, is Samantha. She's a charming and cunning woman, and an excellent leader. She only makes sacrifices if it's entirely beneficial to our cause, and if she tells you to do something, you do it. No questions asked.
"Bee," Samantha sighs as I walk into the main room. She's looking at her tablet screen, tapping something. Her tone suggests I should be concerned, and I am. I crack my fingers.
"What's wrong...? Security issue? Someone get arrested again?" I hope it's nothing too bad.
"No, no. Nothing like that. We just - okay." Samantha sighs again, trying to collect herself. "The President is planning a full city search for any remaining resistance members. Our contacts in Tokyo, London and Shanghai are in hiding and off grid, as their governments have done the same." Samantha looks up from her tablet. Holy shit.
"Oh my God. Are we going to have to - y'know - declare war? Obliterate the shitheads?" I didn't expect this. Not this early, anyway, the last time any real effort was made on our whereabouts was when we exposed the council's actions of collecting a highly radioactive (and therefore illegal to handle) element for an 'experiment.' We still don't know what they did with it.
Samantha laughs. She sits at her desk.
"No. We can't. Not yet. We need to hold an emergency meeting with the other leaders and decide on our next set of moves." I nod.
"That means we're off grid too, right?"
"Yes. The order was given out this morning, Halden's on masking our tech, and our presence in New York is practically dead already." Halden's our tech handler. He's a pretty okay dude, so long as he keeps out of my phone. He's broken in before, he's a shifty little shit like that.
"What's my next mission?" I need something to do. If I stay at home, or get a boring job, I think I'll lose my mind. Please have a good job.
"You've got a special mission, Bee. Covert. In and out, no questions asked kind of job. You up for it?" Samantha taps the desk with her fingers.
"Covert? Absolutely." She's piqued my curiosity, this is bound to be a good job.
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Electric Rain
Fiksi IlmiahA traitor to her council, a rebel against the supremes. Falling for the one you should hate has its perks.
