The Lost

The price of Freedom

Annabeth woke to the sound of her door opening and sat up. She immediately regretted it as she was zapped with a powerful stun gun. The Curator walked in as she passed out again. "The Elders said to take her to transport 17. They have a retrieval mission for her, but this is a test run. And next time, don't knock her out. We need her to trust us."

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Annabeth woke in the elders tribunal chamber. Where she first met them. "We apologize for the guard's behavior, Annabeth. He has been reprimanded(killed) and transferred(cremated). We have a mission for you. To prove yourself."

"W-what is the mission?" She asked, her head a little foggy.

Elder Rich looked at Annabeth. "Retrieval. My great niece is being held captive. We need you to infiltrate and extract. Try to be discreet if possible."

Annabeth took this information and mission parameters. "Location?"

Elder Rich sat down. "Location is Gamma 6 Space Station. Outside of your normal galaxy."

Annabeth blinked. "I shouldn't be surprised. But i am. What kind of resistance should i expect?"

"Expect armed guards. They shouldn't be wearing any armor. You might have luck with stealing a uniform."

Annabeth nodded and looked at Elder Rich. "Are there any plans of the facility?" She asked. Her mind started to clear so she was able to think of the questions she needed to ask.

Elder Rich nodded and slid her a file, containing blue prints and pictures of a few of the security locks. "We've upgraded your infiltration software and thought processing. Even a superior security system stands no chance of keeping you out."

She nodded, taking it all in. "Where is my entry point?"

"We will teleport you into a cargo bay. From there, we suggest accessing the security terminal in the next room. From there you should be able to pinpoint where she is located. This is her picture and name."

She looked at the picture, memorizing the face before flipping it over and memorizing the name. Marina.

"When do i leave?"

"When can you be ready?"

"As soon as i check my spatial storage. Why couldn't i do it when i first arrived?

"We limited your technology upon your first entrance because we needed to examine you and make sure you could be upgraded further. It was also for our safety. We cant just let anyone in here without extra security measures." He said, a look of truth in his eyes.

"Can i access it now?"

Elder Rich shook his head. "Curator!"

The Curator walked through the door, tablet in hand. "Yes, Elder Rich?" He said.

"Annabeth would like to check her spatial storage. Can we give her terminal access to do so?"

"Sir. With her infiltration technology she could go beyond the bounds of checki--"

Elder Rich held up hand. "I didn't ask for you to repeat what shes capable of. We both understand the restrictions on her abilities when she arrived here. Can we give her terminal access to show her what is still inside her storage, or not?"

The Curator nodded. "Yes elder. She can use this terminal." He said as he walked to the table and locked out every other file path other than her spatial storage. He then stepped aside.

Annabeth walked over and looked at her storage. "Expanded storage. You incorporated a missing expansion slot. Thank you." She looked through the rest of it. The only thing she knew was missing was her bike. "And where is my bike?"

The Curator chimed in then. "Your bike has been repaired. Cleaned and refueled. It is in the garage. But you wont need it for this mission."

She nodded understanding. "Lets get this over with..."

Elder Rich nodded. "Good luck. May your mission be swift."

Annabeth and the curator left the room, travelling down hallways until they were back in the room she first appeared in. A green doorway stood before them, begging to be walked through. "Good luck, Annabeth." The Curator said.

She took a deep breath, nodding before she walked through the portal.....