Whatever It Takes

~ 10 ~

Third Person POV
Within that night they devised a plan for the following day. Olly helped a lot. Thea didn't regret what she had did though. Like she said, she doesn't regret anything.

They left the cellar early the next morning after they all slept. They cut the ties on Olly's hands before they made the portal to leave. They were surprised he wasn't scared of getting stuck in it.

"So where'd you say it was again?" Thea asked.

"Mali. We head into town and to the right. After going a bit of ways, take a turn left and go through the woods. It'll be a few miles from the nearest mushroom."

"You know you're going to lead us, right?" Thea smirked.

"Yeah," Olly sighed, "I figured."

Thea's POV
We walked for a good hour before deciding to rest. We were in the woods, next to that mushroom he had been talking about. "So," he started, "they planted those mushrooms on every entrance so the agents will know where to come in at. They never die or decompose because of how they made them. Really strange if you ask me."

"Is there anything else we should know before we enter?" I asked.

"There's a barrier around the institution. We have to find the right area or you'll get cooked alive," he confessed. "And when we get in, you need to really sell the prisoner vibe. They'll put you in an isolated room. I'll come 'give you your meal' and you have to pretend to beat me up".

"Yeah cause I need to pretend to do that," I chuckled.

"Funny," he kept a straight face. "Anyways, once you're out, Strange will be waiting for you by Room 218, that's where Peter will be. You'll blow him out-"

"Wait, why don't I just steal your ID card?" I asked. "That way they don't expect anything."

"I mean, yeah that works," he nodded. "Then you'll go to the third floor. This place won't be packed with people cause it's going to be their lunch break, but there's a few guards. Don't let them see you."

"Okay," Peter nodded.

"Head to room 301," Olly told us. "Your guy should be there waiting on a metal table."

"Why is he 'waiting'?" I asked.

"They're going to make him a guinea pig for their new stuff. Have you ever heard of 'Super Soldier'?" I shook my head. "Well, in America, they put this stuff in guys, and made them a super soldier. They were tall, muscular, and good at running. They helped take down the Nazi's a bit. But that's kind of what they do, but not really."

I asked him to explain.

"Well, they stick you with this syringe, and it makes your really queasy for a good day. The next morning after you wake up, you're skin is a tinted tan. You feel invincible...and you are. They basically wake you immortal, but a certain thing can kill you."

"What is it?" I asked, intrigued on the subject.

"When you get the syringe, they'll put this thing on you to track you almost. They track your heart rate, body fat percentage, everything. If you aren't in the best of shape, you train. If you still aren't by the time you have a mission and you've trained, you're done for. You have to hit that patch with a certain knife."

"What kind of knife is it?"

"I can't remember what it's called," Olly furrowed his eyebrows. "I know what it looks like though. It's curved and stuck in some liquid that turns it multi-colored. The one twin, Asen, always has it on her. Just in case."

"Are they like you?" Peter asked.

"The twins? Not really, no."

"Good," I sighed. "So we need to get on with our plan," I held out my wrists. "You know what to do."

•••

We got through the barrier. We were almost inside. I began to grow rapid with thoughts, What if they've already changed him? What if I die in here? What if he's not even here at all? What if they catch us?

Strange glanced over at me and I looked up at him. He gave me a reassuring nod before we entered in the actual building. I turned back to in front of me.

Oliver walked up to the doors. I heard him muttering a few things before the doors buzzed open. We were in.

The inside was so cool. It wasn't too futuristic, but still techie. There were agents walking about. Most had a cup of coffee in their hand. A lot of them had those patches that Oliver had told us about. There were sofas and chairs around in little different groups and colors. In the center was a huge elevator that could probably carry an elephant.

The twins walked up to us, "Nice work, Oliver. I'm proud to see you've got the arcreactor. Now, hand it over."

"She refuses to show me where it is," Oliver spoke quite timidly. "I've checked her and I think she still has it on."

"Ah, we see. Alright, you take her to room 228," the guy twin hissed. "We'll deal with her later."

Olly grabbed my arm and drug me away, "Good job," he told me. "It worked."

"Take the wizard to room 220," I heard the guy twin instructed. "I'm taking the other one to 218."

I sighed in relief. Things seemed to go according to the plan. But how? We stepped onto the elevator. He pressed the the second buttons down the elevator began to go up. There were about four other people onboard.

"Heya Oliver," a guy began to have a conversation with him. "Finally get one reeled in? Ha. Well you sure got a good one. How much do you think boss is gonna pay ya?"

"I haven't a clue, Rodger," he told him.

"I bet you'll get the big bucks," He snickered. Honestly that guy was making me sick to my stomach.

We made it to our stop, the second floor. The guys bid their fair-wells and we stepped out. We walked down an empty hallway filled with tension. He stopped. I followed in pursuit.

He unlocked the door with his ID card. It swung open, "Here ya go. Get comfy. I'll be in later tonight."

I nodded and he shut the door behind me. I looked around. It was an all grey room. The only other things were: a metal bed frame, a metal shelf, and a light from above.

I sighed, "Well, might as well get comfortable."