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Lights flickered in the base that had just been captured by the Reds and the Blues. Feds and Rebels walked through the empty hallways to make sure that all the enemies had been captured, as well as to see if there was any supplies that would help them in the raging war they had been put into.
You need to keep moving...
“Yeah, I know Spark. It’s not like I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Doubtful.
“Oh shut up”
A figure’s head poked down from the ceiling once the soldiers were gone. Silently, the figure jumped down from its hiding place in the air duct. The armor it wore was a dark grey, almost black. It glanced over it’s shoulder before running down the hallway in the other direction.
There is movement ahead. I suggest you hide in that weapons locker.
The figure quickly did so, and waited until the hallway was empty again.
“I wonder why she thought that the Temple was so unusual.”
“I know right.”
After a few minutes, the voices faded as their owners disappeared further down the hallway. Slowly, the figure got out of the locker.
“FREEZE!” A voice shouted from behind the figure, who was now fully out of the locker and was about to keep moving towards their destination.
The figure tensed and looked over its shoulder. It’s eyes locked onto a Fed soldier, who had his gun and ready to shoot down them down.
“Phoenix, do a scan.”
Of course.
“Hey…. Why didn’t you notice this idiot before he noticed me.
He was invisible. He has some sort of armor attachment or upgrade.
“Of course he does.” The figure sighed.
The soldier stared a the figure, who seem to be talking to themselves. That made the soldier suddenly feel very uneasy.
Scan complete.
“Took you long enough.” The figures tone was sort of playful. “What do we have?”
He has…. Oh dear.
“Spark. What is it?”
He has parts of Darkness’s and Shadow’s armor.
The figure, who had yet to move at this point, slowly turned to face the soldier. The soldier flinched slightly and tensed. His gun wavered slightly as his arms shook. /I have a bad feeling about this.../ He thought. The figure in black, stalked over to him. Normally, he would have shot the figure down, screamed or do something to alert his allies but he was frozen with a mixture of fear and shock. The voice that was coming from the figure was feminine.
“Where did you get this armor?” The figure hissed.
Hostiles incoming….
The soldier seem to still be in shock and frozen with fear, rendering him useless to the figure for information. Sighing in annoyance, the figure pushed the soldier down and took a few steps back.
“Which way are they coming?”
Your left.
The figure looked to it’s left, before darting away. Footsteps echoed as more soldiers ran through the hallway, towards the one who had been pushed down. Among them, was a Freelancer.
Agent Washington, to be exact.