Lieutenant - Daughter of the Captain

Prologue - The Escape

Alarms were blaring, ones I had never heard before. I guess that's to be expected.

I'd never tried to escape before.

The red lights that usually lit up the lab outside my cell were now flashing, and the speakers no longer emitted the voice.

Though, the alarms were equally as aggressive and demanding as the
руководитель. The Lider, or leader, as they called him.

I sat on the smooth concrete floor. Broken glass dug into my bare feet, but the pain only kept me focussed.

The stainless steel carts of lab supplies were scattered in the scuffle. It had only lasted a few seconds.

That's all the time it took.

Three scientists were lying on the floor, unconscious.

Two guards were lying in puddles of their own blood. They were a bit more than unconscious.

I stood from the floor, my gray uniform was sticking to my skin in the spots where blood had seeped through, so I quickly stripped the scrub-like shirt off, leaving me in only a white tank top and skin-tight training pants.

After grabbing two shoes off the smallest scientist- as well as a key card - I raced from the room.

The hallways were echoing with the footsteps of oncoming guards from all directions. The Lider's words played in my head.

They won't be coming from the exits, listen for the fewest footsteps to find your escape route.

I closed my ocean blue eyes and concentrated on the individual steps.

On the left: Hundreds of feet sprinted across the carpeted flooring.

On the right...less than fifty.

Bingo, I thought to myself before jogging in that direction.

Don't tire yourself out. You haven't even made it outside, you'll need your energy for travel and a head start may not do you any good.

His voice played in my ear again, the memory of the tactical response day crystal clear in the forefront of my brain. This knowledge is to be used in case you find yourself in enemy hands.

I blinked away the memory. I focussed only on the technical information given to me as I rounded the corner to meet the oncoming squadron of soldiers.

Though they were more than twice my size, I did not stop running or hide from their guns. They were either tranquilizers or tasers and I was trained by the same man who trained them. They fired and I rolled towards them, implanting their darts into the floor and walls behind me. I spun around and gripped a dart, before leaping three feet into the air and onto the front of the first guard and impaling him with it.

He was a dead weight in seconds.

I used him as a shield from oncoming attacks and took out the ten closest men with his gun before it ran empty.

I knocked two out with the but of the gun, using the wall to propel me and add enough momentum and force to put them on the ground.

Nine more dropped, each with a bullet resting right between their eyes. They emitted from a handgun I'd absentmindedly grabbed from where it was attached to a soldier's belt, the loud blast familiar to my ears.

Six were knocked into any hard surface I could find...the wall, the floor, the ceiling, anything harder than my small fists.

One suffocated by a shoulder strap, unconscious as well.