Independent Puppets

Episode 11: Two Sides of the Same Coin [Part 3]

Everyone just stopped and stared in steadily growing apprehension at what was in front of them: Jenna, with the current width of her eyes understandably making her look like a rabbit in the headlights, trapped in a headlock by Conrad, who had the end of his gun pressed right up to the right side of her head while Kamski, judging by the expression on his face, appeared to be pleased with himself - after all, why wouldn't he? The first part of his plan seemed to have worked. The group had evidently not heard him give the order to Conrad to grab her because of the gunshot noise a few seconds ago. 

North and Markus, in response to their friend being held captive like this, began to cook up electrokinetic and pyrokinetic energy respectively in their hands, but Conrad suddenly told them,
"I'd strongly suggest against doing that; I could put an end to it much quicker than you could charge up your powers to cause me any harm." His tone still contained the warmth of an iceberg in December, but in contrast to this, his mouth twisted itself slightly into a tiny, nearly undetectable mocking smile that only took up about 2 or 3% of his lips.

"Let's go." Said Kamski. "Our work here is done, so we're going back to the Tower."

"But Elijah, what about the others? There are 6 escapees here, and as for the other 4 humans, there can't be any witnesses." The android with the grey eyes turned his head to look at him as he said this.

"That's an order, Conrad. And I already have a plan that takes care of them." The 36 year old's smug expression only soured fractionally for the second in which he said the first sentence, the previous version immediately returning afterwards. "Bring the girl." This last part made the youngest out of the trio, still in the headlock, begin to internally tremble, and it took a lot of willpower to not show this outwardly. Anyone would feel this way if they were being held hostage and were about to be taken to their captors' base of operations, especially if these captors were a very wealthy company who had people with lethal superpowers at their disposal. 

"Oh no you don't - you're not gettin' away with her, Kamski!" Hank yelled before he then fired his revolver at him, not aiming to kill him as such but rather immobilise him via a wound. 

Conrad quickly shoved his gun into his pocket and thrust that arm outwards in the time it took for the bullet to hurtle through the space separating the 2 groups, the same way Connor did when he used his telekinesis to a large scale, and he put his barrier creation ability to good use just as this bullet was only a couple of inches away from coming into contact with the leader of CyberLife. A force field was created in front of them, which was almost completely invisible except for a brief dark blue ripple being seen when Hank's bullet impacted against it, with that bullet falling down onto the floor 2 seconds later, its momentum completely snatched away. 

"It appears that you still don't understand what I can do, Lieutenant." Remarked Connor's 'big brother' clone. By this point Jenna's legs were beginning to show signs of outwardly trembling after all because of this evidence that what Markus said a minute or 2 ago was true: not even bullets could get through Conrad's force fields. Stuck for what else to say at this point, and wanting to have at least one final word just in case she was killed at some point soon, she cried out, 

"Help!" With her eyes displaying the same word embedded deep inside them. 

Connor stepped forwards and tried to stop the pair of antagonists from getting away with his friend, doing this by telekinetically yanking Ralph's knife out of the wall and, thrusting his forearm out in front of him with his index and middle fingers and his thumb outwards, and the knife soared towards Conrad's neck. This was another thing that the latter intercepted, however, because he created another force field in front of him which stopped the knife in its tracks when they collided with each other, and for good measure, he additionally used his slicing ability to cleanly cut up the small melee weapon into dozens of small pieces in nothing more than a second flat before the force field dissipated and the remains of the knife fell feebly onto the floor like the bullet Hank had fired a few seconds ago. Ralph's irises contracted whilst his eyebrows lowered themselves into an irked position, both of these being a reaction to watching his weapon being destroyed - he couldn't exactly use his zoolingualism to defend himself in a fight, so there went his one and only method of protecting himself.