The Lost

Getting out

Annabeth appeared in a darkened cargo hull. She looked at her HUD, happy to finally see it again after a month. There was a plethora of new menus and options to go through. She sat in a darkened corner and waited to know where the door was located. As she waited, she took the time to look over the new options.

Thermal overlays and x-ray components, she could see bones through walls and metal. She also had seismic sensors, for objects under the ground. She nodded. This could help her quite nicely.

She eased out of her sitting position and slid her hand along the wall, a door opened to her left. She peaked around the corner. No one was in the hallway. But there were cameras. She closed the door and tried to find the security panel. A panel depressed, and a terminal popped out of the wall. "This must be it."

She set her hands over the keys, and data scrolled behind her eyes, narrowing until it granted her access. Security clearance: Level 5 flashed across the terminal display.

She went through the files and subsystem directories, mapping out her infiltration path and her exit. She also scanned the personnel and guest records. She found her target, eighteen levels down behind thirty armed guards.

She sighed. This wasn't going to be easy. Her sensors pinged as they sensed movement outside in the hallways. She put the terminal back flush with the wall and hid. The door opened and the figure spoke. "Security Terminal. It needs maintenance. The mainframe states it was just accessed, but it doesn't look that way."

'Oh great' she thought to herself. 'All systems seem to be monitored. Just amazing...'

The tech went to the terminal she had been using and accessed it, running a diagnostic. The other figure had left and the door had closed. She scanned the technician who had stayed behind.

'If there is a god, thank you.' The technician was female, and just her size. She quickly made her move, sprinting from her cover, she broke her neck and put her in her spatial storage, undressing the technician and taking over her uniform.

She imitated the technician's appearance and re-accessed the terminal setting a solo link with an ip masker to her HUD and she could move more freely around the station. She walked quickly, but not at a run. She didn't want to raise suspicions. She walked through part of the station with no problem. But soon found her way blocked by a security check point.

"Halt! State your business." The guard said, holding a weapon.

"There are a few terminals that need diagnostics run in them. One is in cell B7." Maybe it was too direct, because the weapon was leveled at her chest. "Where is your work order?" He demanded.

Annabeth hadn't thought of that. Surely a facility with armed guards would have such a simple way of verification for any kind of work the station would need. She checked the technicians data pad, pulled up work orders and only seen the work orders that were complete. "My apologies. It would seem in my haste i forgot to grab them. Ill return with appropriate documentation."

The guard lowered his weapon. "See that you do so." He then went back to his post and kept watch.

She turned and followed a path that led to the technicians quarters. She swiped her security card and went through the thick steel door as it opened. She traveled up to the incoming requests desk, and searched through the work orders, finding only one terminal needing maintenance. She would have to find another way to get into the cell and get the target out.

She looked at the engineering roster. The techs also did minor door repairs and air ventilation. She accessed the system and caused a malfunction in the ventilation and simulcast a signal to overload a few circuits. That's when she found it. The maintenance corridors to avoid the unnecessary security checks. That would be her exit.

Intrusion detected appeared on her screen. "Shit." She abandoned the tech depot and walked away, down the corridor. A female janitorial staff walked by. She abducted them into an empty room. "I'm sorry" She broke their neck too. This one was named Piper. She assumed Pipers identity and returned to the hallway, traveling towards the garbage disposal. Her hair was tucked in under her hat. She walked slowly. Trying to avoid drawing attention to herself.

She dumped the garbage in its appropriate location. And picked up an engineers red jumpsuit and hat. She grabbed a spare tool belt with tools from a cart that had been left in the hallway.

She soon found an air duct and removed the vent cover and hoisted herself up into it. She replaced the vent covering in time to see a small group of armored troops race by. "Find the intruder!"

"Time for a roll call."

'SHIT!' She thought mentally. A timer appeared in her HUD. She had fifteen minutes tops before they recognized two of their staff were missing.

She hurried through the air ways and down three levels, traversing at least 1000 meters of duct work before she had to travel up one level, at which point she had access to the cells.

She went as far until her HUD marker said she was at the right cell. She tapped on the vent cover, whispering. "Marina?" She asked through the vent.

There was a rustling. She saw the head of a young lady as she sat up. She spoke again. "Marina. Up here. The vent."

Marina stood and looked at the vent. "W-who are you? How did you get here?"

"It matters not who I am right now. I came to rescue you." Annabeth stated flatly. "We don't have much time. We need to get moving."

"Who sent you?"

"Your great uncle, Elder Rich."

"We have no time time to waste then. Open the vent."

Annabeth pushed, and the vent swung open. When she did, a warning alarm sounded. "That can't be good...."