Aton knew he
only had a few seconds to react. Grabbing his grappling gun, launching it into
the floor. Was she escaping? Did she know? Or is this simply a mistake? Either
way he needed to save her, and he needed to do it fast. Wind was rustling
through his hair, he jumped.
She had about twenty feet on him. He needed to
make this quicker. He was slacking. He folded his arms and made himself as
dynamic as possible, and began his hot pursuit on Tracy. That was her name. He
remembered that just now. That’s what they told him to call her. But he knew
better. You don’t capture an American woman, erase her memory, and then call
her by her real name. This woman was going to be an assassin.
His thoughts
were racing as he finally caught up to her. He threw his arms around her. She
was cold, lifeless. Was she dead? That’d suck. But either way he needed to save
himself. He wrapped his legs around her, and took ahold of his grapple. And
suddenly…
…It jerked. HE ran out of slack. And of course, He dropped
her in the process. He reached into his coat and pulled out his whip. As
quickly as he could he roped her up, and started pulling his weight, and her
weight up the grapple. He heard voices from above. He was in trouble. And so
was she.
“Where is
she?” Trevor demanded while leaning over a table, maps sprawled out. “I know
that she isn’t dead, she’s way too powerful to die by a simple missile strike
like back in New York.”
It had been
weeks since the incident. Nobody knows where she is yet. They already had an
identity scan through the nation. And she hadn’t shown up. They suspected the
Chinese. It’s almost too obvious. They are arming they’re submarines with nukes
and surrounding the United States as they spoke. They were prepared for total
warfare. And America was not prepared at all.
One of the
Analysts spoke up, “Sir, maybe it’s the Russians. They haven’t communicated
with us in weeks. We tried contacting them and there was no answer.”
That had to
be it. He had no leads at the moment. He was getting desperate. He had a paint
brush, a canvas, and a deadline; but he was missing paint. “Get a satellite
pointed at them! We need to get David here immediately!” He pulled out his
phone and dialed the number.
Ringing,
Ringing, Ringing, and more Ringing. He yelled into the phone “DAVID YOU BETTER
PICK UP THE PHONE OR I’LL HAVE YOU ARRESTED!” He took a deep breath.
The phone
clicked, a soft voice said hesitantly “Hello?”
“David. This
is Trevor Volting. And we need you to the headquarters immediately. We need you
to hack Russia.”
The voice
spoke again with a little more confidence, “Hold on. I’m working on something…”
Trevor could
hear button mashing, Video games. This made him furious. “PAUSE YOUR FREAKING
GAME, PUT THE CONTROLLER DOWN, AND GET YOUR SORRY BUTT DOWN HERE AS SOON AS YOU
CAN! Got it?”
He heard
clattering. David picked up his phone off the floor. Probably scared him out of
his mind, chicken, “Y-y-yes sir! I’ll be there as soon as I can, Sir!”
Trevor spoke
with a soft polite voice this time, “Thank you.” then hung up. Slipping his
phone into his pocket he looked around at everybody in the control room. They
were all motionless, literally, except for Timothy. Things were getting strange
around here. And he knew then, how great each decision he makes, will impact
the life of humanity. Little did he know though that every decision he makes
will greatly impact the fate of the galaxy, and the stars beyond it.
