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The early morning gloom left a cold feeling in Remy's spine.
He could feel icy fingers strumming his vertebrae. He longed
for the warmth of his bed but stifled the desire by moving
into action. Six hours of dark, cold, lonely waiting was about
to pay off. He made several final keystrokes on the laptop
computer he crouched over. His trench coat was stretched under
and around it to protect its delicate parts from the gritty
sand of the Nevada desert. The mountains were too far away
to effectively to hide the sun and there was only an hour
before day would break over the horizon. He held his breath
as he waited for the big payoff. The screen blinked twice
in rapid succession and a countdown screen appeared. He almost
groaned in disgust. The security network was responding to
the virus much faster than anticipated. It would take longer
than he had hoped to shut down the system and the shutdown
would last for a short period of time. Remy checked his watch
and set it to match the countdown.
He slipped his hand into his trenchcoat and pulled out his
cellphone. He hoped he could make this call while the computer's
transfered data at each other. Punching an intricate sequence
of numbers, wondering what would happen if he got one wrong.
The only warning he had was a soft "click" but he
held the phone at arms length as it set off a piercing alarm.
'That's enough to give away my position, isn't chere?' he
mused as he brought the phone back to his ear.
"This is Raven, speak now or I'll buzz you again."
"Listen careful now Raven, I'm at the Center
and your "window of opportunity" just got narrower.
And my fee just got higher, tu comprends?"
"Yeah, yeah, If you want the best you have to pay for
it, right. Fine. When do we move?"
Raven heard silence and waited with baited breath to hear
his next words. She was ready to move in any direction depending
on what he said.
"It's already started, chère. With only one change of
plans. It all goes down in 30 minutes, not 45. Starting 3
Raven could hear the soft grating of metal on metal. She
knew he was on his way and that left it up to her to get her
part done in 17 minutes less than her meticulous planning
She slippd into the shadows moments before the appearance
of a guard, the one that usually lead the prisoners to the
cafeteria or showers. It would not seem strange for him to
order certain prisoners to another location. All she had to
do was convince him to remove the power dampening collar around
her neck so she could shape-shift.
Raven concealed the alarm she had rigged from left over parts
in the clock radio she had "accidentally broken."
She had to lower herself quite abit to those human pigs just
to get the darn thing but it was the key to getting them out
of the Center. She had found an electronics major among the
prisoners and she had created a way of communicating with
the outside by pirating cellphone signals. Tonight was the
final culmination of weeks of planning.
Raven's mind sped ahead of her as she threw herself at the
guard. The plan called for her to wheddle, plead and seduce
until he freed her but now plans had changed. She grabbed
his arm and twisted it around. He heard the crack of his arm
breaking before he even saw her. She snatched his tazer and
pressed it to his face, causing a ragged gash as he fell unconcious
from the charge and the pain. She dragged his heavy body back
into the shadows and lay it carefully. As she backed away
she was convinced that he was just passed out drunk, or even
sleeping on the job, not dying slowly in a pool of his own
blood. She hoped it was enough to convince the other guards
to leave him alone or else her little plan was going nowhere
Remy was pissed. Raven's plan was a good one, but it was
very precise. He was good, he was fast, but there was no way
he could get through enough levels of the Center's security
to allow for a full breakout. Raven had been adament that
no one be left behind, but he was being paid for is thieving
skills, not to work miracles. When the final part of their
plan, the schedule for the external power dampening shield,
had come up disappointingly short, Remy had almost scraped
the whole thing a gone home for the night. However, Raven
was a tough mercenary and if she said this place was bad that
meant it was worse. He couldn't live with the idea that someone
he cared about, one of the girls or even a Guildmember would
be sent to the Center.
Remy scooted on his belly across the beams in the crawl space
under the guard station. He didn't mind the grime or the confined
space, though he was glad he had left his coat where it coudl
stay relatively clean. He did mind that the access door seemed
to be blocked by a chair. Remy pulled out a card and tried
to charge it.
There wasn't even a fizzle.
The dampening field was still up.
He checked the LED on his watch as it counted down to the
25 minute window he hoped his hacking had bought them. The
numbers speed toward "00:25:00" and he remained
motionless in anticipation. At "00:24:59" Remy placed
is fingers on the hinges of the door and quietly desintergated
the pins. Then he charged the card and slipped it through
the slit of the trap door.
The response was fast and loud. The guard who had been sitting
on the door leapt up and landed on his rear. His four companions
aimed their weapons at the site of the explosion. One of them
gave the count, while another lifted the trapdoor. He was
thrown off balance as it freed from its hinges. In the seconds
that the door hide him from their sight, Remy charged five
cards and sent them flying. Without pausing he kicked the
chair over and vaulted behind the desk. He checked his watch
Continued in Chapter
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