Twin of Order

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I was in handcuffs and chains, all to be on the safe side I assumed. Looking up at the officers, they wore black tactical gear with the letters 'MTF' on their shoulders. They guided me up onto the roof to one of many helicopters that were parked up. Soldiers entered first, then helped me up with them. My chains and myself were buckled down to the seating area, rather uncomfortable if you asked me. Not one word was exchanged amongst the officers in black, not even to question me. But I could sense the calmness in the air, the relief they each shared, guessing because they figured that I was not some killer monster or whatever. It was a thought.

"Bravo to Mike, bird is ready to land with the package."

I couldn't tell how long it had been in the helicopter, minutes to maybe an hour. I spent my time watching out the window of the sliding door. The stars were barely fading away as the blistering light casted out from the sun was just slowly peaking in the horizon. I heard the pilot say those code names over the microphone over the headphones everyone had worn.

Looking out, it was a massive air field for both commercial and military use. 'JFK Airport' a near-by sign read, hangar seven. Lights flickered on and off along the run way from what I could see. I was struck in awe. Not only by that, but just the whole ride to get over here.

"Alright, landing now. Unbuckle her up and let's get a move on it. Class B personnel James  Woods is waiting. He is a little too excited to meet her, so do hurry," the pilot said again, the engine's roar was slowly coming to a halt. The ground inched closer as we descended.

"Huh?"

I looked back, feeling someone messing around with my chains. An officer with a badge named Mitch over his chest was unlocking the buckles behind me. My eyes widened in confusion on why he would free me just like that. I moved my numb wrists in front of me, rocking them around back and forth until I heard a startling crackle from them.

"Thanks?"

He didn't respond, he just nodded his head, reaching over to pull the sliding door open. A pair of guns were raised up just outside of the helicopter from more MTF soldiers.

"Wait! Special orders from James, he wants her unharmed, do you hear me!"

Mitch yelled out to the fellow soldiers aiming their weapons at me. It was then I realized what was happening and why he did what he did. Just my overall effect, knowing I was in discomfort with it, he took them off on his own will. No one in the helicopter was against it, but with these new soldiers that weren't around me, well, my effect hasn't gotten to them yet.

"On direct orders, she needs to be cuffed down! You know the rules damnit!"

The guy was hostile, but it was understandable, especially by what the professor had told me. The longer someone was around me, the more they felt the urge to protect me by any means necessary.

I could feel the intensity from those in the helicopter feeling that same protective urge, compared to the soldiers hostile aggressions on only following orders.

"What's going on here! Commander please, control your people. Ah this must be Lunar, yes, the infamous project zero that is causing us a great deal of problems with the media. Come come now, Wallis, please cuff the lad and get a move on."

A man stepped around the corner, waving his hands at the soldiers to lower their weapons. He spoke in gibberish with an unfamiliar accent. Approaching me by a few feet, he had on a lab coat with a blue, badge strapped within his chest pocket with his name under it. James, so this is James. Ginger hair and green eyes, not so muscular or thin. I felt my face turning hot and red just eyeing the man before me. He appeared to be young. Low twenties if I would have to guess, maybe younger if you shaved off the thin curly fuzz around his chin, curving up to his hair line.

"My my, come on let go of her now. I'm aware of the effects she has by the data the hospital had. If I were in real threat, I wouldn't be here, now would I?"

He spoke directly toward the soldiers, the tension lowered among those in the chopper.

"Understood. Just don't do anything to hurt her."

Mitch, cold tone toward them, stepping on done.

"Here, let me help."

He spoke up to me, offering his hand and taking mine, guiding me off of the chopper.

"Sir, are you sure about this?"

One of the soldiers asked. James nodded his head, looking at me with a sly smirk on his face.

"We have much to do, much to talk about and well, study. Don't waste anymore time than need be, the counsel wants answers and I'm lucky enough to be assigned to get them."

James lead the way to the large military cargo plane. The asphalt below me was cold, not as cold as the tiles back in the hospital, but this was just unsettling how rough it was.

"So... Where are we going?"

I had to ask. Sure the soldiers already said it, I just wanted to make sure.

"Site eighty-one. It should take a few hours, giving us more than enough time to get answers, wouldn't you say?"