Eliza contacted Lance and met him in the woods and he has agreed to meet with her. They enter the compound and are walking towards the office. She has a gun in a holster at her waist, her hand, ready to grab it at the first sign of him double-crossing her.
She's not sure if he's an ally or enemy. Lance helped Sebastian- ally, but he also tried to turn the rebels on her- enemy. He might have been stirring up trouble or maybe he's just protective. Either way, he has information that Eliza needs.
They near the office when a scream ring out. Eliza doesn't hesitate to press Lance forward and continue on to the scream's origin.
They pause to see Hendrix pinning Valerie to the floor. His left arm secures her, while his his right hand closes on her neck. Eliza can see the life draining from her face.
Instinctively, Eliza finds herself lifting her gun and firing. She didn't flinch or hesitate she hardly even aimed, she just fired.
It takes her eyes a second to refocus. Valerie is gasping on the floor. Eliza is relieved that she aimed true. She lets out a sigh of relief.
Lance bends down to push Hendrix off of Valerie. She grunts as he pushes him off and extends his hand to help Valerie up. As Valerie grabs it, Ekon attacks them with a shout.
He shoves Lance, causing him to fall on his side and Valerie to tumble backwards. Her head hits the ground with a crack and she lays motionless on the concrete floor.
Ekon steps over her and kicks Lance in the stomach. He lets out a grunt in pain. He turns to Eliza.
Her eyes widen and she lifts her gun, but he knocks it from her hand before she can fire. Before Eliza can register what has happen, Ekon punches her in the gut. She doubles over.
Steven is quick to grab her gun once it hit the ground. As she's bent over, he hits her in the back of the head with the but of the weapon. Her vision goes blurry and she sees figures walk to ward her. Gunshots ring from behind her and she blacks out.
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Republic of Omisha
Science FictionSet in the future, after war has demolished entire continents and the survivors flock to the Americas. People no longer wage wars or fight about frivolous things, like race and nationality. As far as they are concerned, there is one race, the human...