Harsh Waters. SciFi Sample

 "They'll be here soon" Trent said.  

"You're right. There is not much time. Hurry up with the tracker Avery. Is it out yet?" Jace asked.

"Yeah I'm just stitching you up, Trent while I do this will you get mine? It's moved into my upper thigh, so you can get it while I stand." I said, as I took the last tracker out of Jace’s neck.  I had already stitched up the tracker that was in Jace’s knee and taken the tracker from under his rib cage, luckily since I wasn't an automatic choice for a soldier I only had the one they put in me at birth which through the years had drifted from the heel of my foot, to under my knee and was now on my outer thigh, a cold thin hard line that would be much more easier to slice out than the ones Jace and Trent had. Trent’s was the hardest he had at some point been a top in the government soldier list, he was a missionary and because of that he had one in his skull that I would not have time to take out, though it was not a tracker, it was a controller. So if he acted out that could send rhythmic patterns through him and he would forget what he was doing or change his plan completely. Luckily they could be disabled by a heavy magnet, it was dangerous sometimes they would release fluid if you did they ever get disarm but Trent’s controller was an older model, and from my knowledge they stopped letting magnet release poisoness fluids since it was killing solider who happened to be around a magnetic force, now they have a self-destruct bottom that neither Trent or Jace had. These ever changing models and ways of control had forced Trent to not just want to rebel but to actually do it. Trent's controller had been shut off when he was killing off a physicist that had been working with large magnets, he did not tell his ranking officers and for month he had been planning an escape.  The problem was as soon as your tracker hits air they are informed and sent to place a new one in you, they said it was for your safety, so no one would have to call if you were injured it would know and they would come to help but most of us knew better since they would often send with them a swat team just in case someone tried to leave their housing facility. The housing facilities were like row houses off of a puky green entrapped lake, not lakes like they had in 20th century where you could swim in them, these were purposefully made and poisoned so the only way to travel on them was on a thick coated ship or submarine since the water would start to eat away at certain types of metal. The rest of the land was barren dry, some days it would get so hot, you were suggested to stay inside or wear an air suit if you left your house for duty. This is why it was so hard to rebel. The government and the destruction of the world around us had been so harsh, that most people would rather live in there housing facilities than run and find out if there even was anything that lay beyond the harsh dry lands where we were stationed.

Trent and Jace's parents died at a young age, and were sent to live with my family.  My name is Avery, I am 17 of age and I live in station 16. I have an older brother named Shane, though Trent had told us Shane had been blown up, even though the government had yet to send a message telling us that Shane was even missing in action. Those are the messages no one wants to see, but Trent had told us they had dragged whatever was left of his body off into their lab shuttle as if they had plans for his vacant mutilated body. Either way there was no one that we really cared enough about to leave behind, most were dead and the rest in the facility had closed themselves off so much that they didn’t have any plans on meeting new people that would most likely die young, weather it was through their own free will or not, that’s what they did to Trent. Trent was a Tall Giant like man, still grizzly from his last station in what he called a lush forest land, His brother Jace was tall and muscular like him, and though when Jace was apart from his brother he looked gigantic but together there was an outstanding difference between the boys, Trent was indeed bigger.  My mother was at some time a lead nurse practitioner in the unionized war a few years back, but her back had started to go out and though she denied it was happening her tracker sensed her inability to work any longer so she was shipped out to the facility to be with her children again just before we had become teens, Up until that point Shane & I had just been raised by the smart houses Mother Linda. Trent and Jace had been placed here two years before hand. Linda was strict in some ways but the boys and I often kept our lives going with games and books and other indoor creations. My mom Jacqueline, who we called Jaclyn, had taught me just about everything I needed to know to live beyond the facilities. How to eat, where to sleep and how to fix every wound in the book. Trent had taught me how to fight, and how to kill and Jace though he did not like fighting with me, would listen and was my closet friend beyond Trent and my Family. Jace and I had grown much closer through the years.  Jace was the same age as me and after Trent and Shane were called out to fight the New Unions, we were stuck here on our own, bound to live in such small courters with no one else around you tend to know, love and hate just about everything about the person your with.  My father had gone M.I.A. when she was about four, I barely remembers him beyond the fact that he was tall and strong and a soldier.  He loved flying planes, which is why he named me Avery though some of those facts may be implanted memories from the few stories my mother had told me.

"Is the sub going to be ready when we get there?" Jaclyn asked.

The plan was to Follow Trent, I thought.  I trusted Trent’s missionary skills enough to know, that if it did not work then we had no chance any ways.

"Yes, the sub is station at the left end of the lake, where we will get in through the swamp, with our suits. It is getting there that will be the hardest part." Trent responded.  We were not taking our own sub, the one everyone in the facility was issued in case of emergencies, but an old sub Trent and Jace had been fixing up for years that they found in some junk yard during a dry winter. Hopefully it would not be destroyed by the harsh waters but we had no other choice then to take there’s, ours would be shot down on site, and Trent had painted a new led paint with micro tread mirror fibers over it that would prevent it from being able to be tracked on modern sub trackers, since nobody used led anymore, they didn't have a reason to look for it.

"Fu..." I started to grunt as Trent pulled the tracker from the middle of my thigh, lifting my scort up higher he disinfected and stitched the small wound, as Avery bandaged up Jace's.

"Stay still." Trent said smiling up in a mocking tone at me.

"I'm trying But Jace keeps fidgeting under me." Avery said as Jace stopped looking for something in his jacket pocket.

"Can't you just wait till I am done stitching up Avery Jace, nothing in your pocket is that important." Trent criticized; Avery Smiled at Jace who she saw had chocolate fingers and was trying to pull out the chocolate that was melting in his pocket.

"You can eat that as soon as I am all stitched up, Sorry Jace I didn't think about the fact that you wouldn’t be able to get up from this angel if I were being stitched at the same time. Trent are you done yet?" I asked as Trent was spraying the adhesive new skin over the wound. Trent looked up with a charming smile, put his hands up in the air as he stood and backed off.

"Yes mam, don't lose your shit." Trent said, and somehow between the tension and stress we were able to all let out a small laugh, even though we might all be about to be killed for being a traitor.