707 Dreams (707 x Reader)

Thirty-Eight

You had to move fast. You were pretty sure you've already tripped one security camera and you can still feel your phone going crazy with everyone in the RFA worrying. You'd told them what's going on, so it's not like you could ignore them like you didn't just admit that you and Mari have been kidnapped with no idea of your current location. But you also didn't have the time to answer everyone. So they'd have to wait until you had found Mari and ideally gotten out safely.

Back pressed up against the cool wall as you wait to see if you can hear any footsteps, you hurry along as soon as the coast is clear and rush up another flight of stairs. Once again, you thank whatever idiot decided you needed physical training for a desk job. Because without it you probably would be stuck a few flights down. You were amazed at how large this building was, but then again you assumed it to be some kind of warehouse from the beginning. What you hadn't been expecting was the oddly posh decorating the outside held. And, as you made your way further up the steps, you watched the interior begin to gain the same high level of decorating. You had been stored in what could only be assumed to be a basement level, made mostly of concrete and exposed rock and brick. But now you're coming upon clean white walls with coloured trim and the soft murmurings of other people.

More people than you expected.

For a supposedly empty warehouse, you'd seen a lot of signs pointing to full families being in here. Various rooms with key-card accessed locks and the voices of many more people than you thought should be out here, so far from town.

You have to duck away out of sight into what you can only assume to be a closet as a pair of hooded figures pass by. They seem too focused on their conversation about some kind of Saviour to truly notice you slipping into the closet. You have to be close to Mari. With how clean and formal the decor is and the amount of people and security increasing you can only assuming you're nearing the top floor. Only one thought fills your mind.

You have to reach her.

Waiting for the footsteps to pass you dart out again and carefully find your way into the final staircase and make your way up. You have to be careful. There are people everywhere and one wrong move would have you captured and probably tortured. You consider yourself lucky that whoever kidnapped you seemed too busy to get to you yet. But they'd be finding out soon that you were no longer in your cell like they assumed and everything would be on high alert and lockdown. And that was the last thing you needed on a breakout.

Finally reaching the top step, you begin to feel the faintest hint of a burn in your knees from all the stairs but you push through as you open the final door and begin looking around the new floor you've landed on. It looked just like the others, with windows at the ends of the hall showing the sunrise. Looks like you'd been here longer than you expected.  The hall is lined with doors, some needing keycards and some without. You're not entirely sure why a secret building out in the middle of nowhere would need key-locked doors, but you don't have too much time to think about that. You need to find Mari.

You begin looking for any sign of Mari. Any notes that might tell you which of the identical looking doors she's being kept in. You open the ones that are unlocked. You peer in whatever peep holes you can find. You listen for voices through the door. You search for any sign you can find until you stumble across a locked room with an extra cloaked figure standing guard out front and loud voices coming from inside.

Ducking out of sight once again, you begin wracking your brain. "That has to be where she is," you murmur to yourself. But how to get in? A lock and a guard? And perhaps someone inside as well. The longer you watch, the more perplexed you become until a stall stranger with bleached hair exits the room and heads down the hallway away from you. Pulling away again to ensure you're hidden, you come up with a — albeit stupid — plan. Once the more authoritative person is out of sight, you dash forward and manage to take down the person in the cloak. What little training you had certainly came in handy today as you hide the newly unconscious body away in the closet you were previously hiding out in yourself before donning the teal-trimmed cloak.

There was one problem solved. Now for the second problem. You were hidden in plain sight but getting inside this room would be far more complicated. You first try simply poking it and pressing it. Of course, that doesn't work. Small tools are next, trying to act casual as you try and trick the lock into thinking it had been given the right keycard. It seems too advanced to be tricked by something simple like that. It looks like the only way you are getting in is with the actual keycard or breaking the thing open and fully hacking it. And changing into this cloak certainly did not reveal to you any keycards. So hacking it is.

You consider yourself lucky you're now wearing a large cloak to mask what you're doing as you pull out your phone and find a way to plug it in to the card reader and begin working your magic. You can feel it vibrate a bit as the rest of the RFA panics slightly and you feel your own hands shaking a tiny bit out of stress and fear. You had to trust Mari was still okay. Alive. Unharmed. You thought you heard her voice but you couldn't tell if that was just your imagination or not.

You just had to hope.