She followed the path that she’d cleared over the past few days. It had once been an animal trail, so she needed little effort to remove the few newly grown vines and stray branches and she made sure that there was no evidence that a human has passed there. As she neared the research facility she could hear the low rumble and hum of the generators, powered by and underground geothermal station. She knew this from the blue prints she’d seen, acquired at great risk by deep cover agents, she sent a silent prayer to those men and women in the north and continued to slip through the undergrowth. From where she crouched now, she could see the mesh fence that served as a deterrent, its watch towers, one positioned at each corner, strafed their spotlights across the killing zone of scrub grass before them.
She took one last deep breath, let her hands slip to her thighs and gripped the two .9mms.
Now she ran, she covered the fifty or so meters that had separated her from the tower in a heart beat and lay panting her back to the support leg. She hoped that the guards stationed above her had been preoccupied and were not just waiting for her to reappear.
From a pocket on her calf she produced a small pair of wire cutters and cut a hole at the bottom of the fence just big enough for her to slip through. On the other side replaced the cutters and holstered one of her pistols. She could hear the barking of a dog not far off the clink of chain and the heavy breathing of a guard, as he wheezed his way through a cigarette. She looked up at the concrete walls and saw the air vent she ran up the wall kicking out when she reached the correct height then back flipping back to her feet. The physical exertion left her feeling sick but she reached up and scrambled into the little space as she heard the dog round the corner a growl rolling in its throat.
She took another deep breath; that had been the bit she was most dreading, but it had been so easy. Why? She began the slow crawl, through the vents. Thankfully they were blissfully cool due to the humid jungle day. Sophia’s movements were slow and deliberate and she crawled, eve the slightest sound would be heard on the other side of the vent, and who knew who’d here. She reached the correct junction, which way now?
She mouthed an obscenity, she thought it was left but could not be sure, after a few moments deliberation she stuck with her instincts, crawled down the vents and past another two junctions, going straight on each time, and then she reached the grate hoping it was the right one.
The room below was dark, she could see nothing, there should be no one here at this time, the scientists had flown back the day before and the next lot weren’t due for three days. She reached in her pocket and found one of the two flares she’d been given, twisted the top and dropped it through the gate. The red light fizzled to life, and illuminated the huge laboratory.
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Sophia: I
OK thsi is a new piecew that i'm v v involved in enjoy more tomorrow. (p.s no the ain character is not lara croft)
It was warm in the thin canvas of the tent, and she lay on top of the thick quilt of her sleeping bag. Sweat trickled down her exposed cleavage; the tank top she wore along with the sports bra and combat pants had all been in the kit she’d been given on embarkation of the gun ship. She slipped the freshly cleaned cocking system of her 9.mm and holstered it on her right thigh as she completed the ritual with her second gun. The small bandoleer next to her was filled with the C4 charges she’d need, which meant all she needed was another crackling signal from the radio next to her telling her to move out.
This part of the Evecian jungle was peaceful, the HEM forces having cleared out much of the wild life when they had built they’re research facility, a facility she was now to destroy. The world had been at war for 30 years now, after the HEM take over of Evecia in the last elections they had used the country’s vast resources to build huge weapons and raises the largest army ever known. They had gradually begun to take over neighbouring countries and with those the party already had control over formed a giant empire the likes of which had become myth in ancient books.
The rest of the world bowed to the HEM and they won more and more provinces and countries in legal political elections, their preferred method of take over. They swept over the whole north continent dividing the world in two. The nations of the southern hemisphere banded together in an alliance and the stale mate began. This was two years ago and in the last two years; things had got much, much worse.
The HEM Empire had launched huge air attacks on major cities of the southern alliance, reducing vast acres of Land to smouldering rubble. The governments had moved to secret caves, or lonely mountain bunkers and had begun to run the counter attack. The two armies sat entrenched, in the Termac desert on the north shore of the southern continent. And each day saw both sides taking ground and losing men but neither had gained an upper hand. Mean while two things happened; the HEM had begun to experiment with gene splicing and chemical warfare. Soon enough they had an elite core of genetically altered soldiers, acting as the HEM’s policing force. Also gangs began to move into the ruins of the cities most were trying to avoid conscription or get rich but some formed a network of Underground resistance; and this was where she came in.
Sophia Adams, she was a young woman from Reseti in the south, the city where the biggest resistance core was. She’d lived with the Raktui gang for a year and had risen high in their hierarchy. She was a tall and attractive woman her red curls hugged her face, and she used this to her advantage, in fact it was by sleeping with the gang leader that she had been given this assignment.
The radio hissed and crackled beside her, she picked it up and turned the tuning dial slightly, suddenly the clicks and his became a far of voice, ‘Sophia, operation is go, chopper ready at extraction point’ She smiled put the radio on the floor and stamped on it. She took a lighter from her pocket and strapped on the bandoleer. She flicked the heavy metal lid and put her thumb on the flint wheel, the fire would reveal her presence so she thought better of it, and they couldn’t find the radio frequency now anyway. She began to move through the jungle.
It was warm in the thin canvas of the tent, and she lay on top of the thick quilt of her sleeping bag. Sweat trickled down her exposed cleavage; the tank top she wore along with the sports bra and combat pants had all been in the kit she’d been given on embarkation of the gun ship. She slipped the freshly cleaned cocking system of her 9.mm and holstered it on her right thigh as she completed the ritual with her second gun. The small bandoleer next to her was filled with the C4 charges she’d need, which meant all she needed was another crackling signal from the radio next to her telling her to move out.
This part of the Evecian jungle was peaceful, the HEM forces having cleared out much of the wild life when they had built they’re research facility, a facility she was now to destroy. The world had been at war for 30 years now, after the HEM take over of Evecia in the last elections they had used the country’s vast resources to build huge weapons and raises the largest army ever known. They had gradually begun to take over neighbouring countries and with those the party already had control over formed a giant empire the likes of which had become myth in ancient books.
The rest of the world bowed to the HEM and they won more and more provinces and countries in legal political elections, their preferred method of take over. They swept over the whole north continent dividing the world in two. The nations of the southern hemisphere banded together in an alliance and the stale mate began. This was two years ago and in the last two years; things had got much, much worse.
The HEM Empire had launched huge air attacks on major cities of the southern alliance, reducing vast acres of Land to smouldering rubble. The governments had moved to secret caves, or lonely mountain bunkers and had begun to run the counter attack. The two armies sat entrenched, in the Termac desert on the north shore of the southern continent. And each day saw both sides taking ground and losing men but neither had gained an upper hand. Mean while two things happened; the HEM had begun to experiment with gene splicing and chemical warfare. Soon enough they had an elite core of genetically altered soldiers, acting as the HEM’s policing force. Also gangs began to move into the ruins of the cities most were trying to avoid conscription or get rich but some formed a network of Underground resistance; and this was where she came in.
Sophia Adams, she was a young woman from Reseti in the south, the city where the biggest resistance core was. She’d lived with the Raktui gang for a year and had risen high in their hierarchy. She was a tall and attractive woman her red curls hugged her face, and she used this to her advantage, in fact it was by sleeping with the gang leader that she had been given this assignment.
The radio hissed and crackled beside her, she picked it up and turned the tuning dial slightly, suddenly the clicks and his became a far of voice, ‘Sophia, operation is go, chopper ready at extraction point’ She smiled put the radio on the floor and stamped on it. She took a lighter from her pocket and strapped on the bandoleer. She flicked the heavy metal lid and put her thumb on the flint wheel, the fire would reveal her presence so she thought better of it, and they couldn’t find the radio frequency now anyway. She began to move through the jungle.
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Perfection
The early winds of spring whipped his hair about his face, it was too long and needed cutting weeks ago but he'd let it grow. He heard the bus pass behind him and considered turning to see if he could see her but decided that it would only make the separation harder. Long gardens bordered the road, pathways to the houses at their head, familiar houses he passed almost everyday of his life took on a new facade, all the world did once he'd left the joys of her embrace.
His eyes strayed across the scene before him, to the small saproling, barely covered in the glorious pink of fresh cherry blossom. His ears were filled with the usual and comforting music of the suburbs, and the hard tread of his feet on the tarmac. A young boy rode his bike down the other side of the road, he glanced over and felt the smile invade his lips and the strange feelign of longing and regret in his heart. He'd reached the cheery tree and its mild fragrence filled the air about it. The wind caught a loose blossom and it brushe dhis cheek before it was lost forever, the rest seemign all the more beautiful as the finality of there nature registered. As he neared the end of the raod he looked about him at the perfection that surrounded him, the still quiet that was both dull and exhilerating, and he laughed thsi is what he wanted, what he wanted to explain to her, how she had made him weep more than once, he felt a calling a perpose to his life in this small suburbian street and he laughed. He reached the end of the road and continued the walk home.
His eyes strayed across the scene before him, to the small saproling, barely covered in the glorious pink of fresh cherry blossom. His ears were filled with the usual and comforting music of the suburbs, and the hard tread of his feet on the tarmac. A young boy rode his bike down the other side of the road, he glanced over and felt the smile invade his lips and the strange feelign of longing and regret in his heart. He'd reached the cheery tree and its mild fragrence filled the air about it. The wind caught a loose blossom and it brushe dhis cheek before it was lost forever, the rest seemign all the more beautiful as the finality of there nature registered. As he neared the end of the raod he looked about him at the perfection that surrounded him, the still quiet that was both dull and exhilerating, and he laughed thsi is what he wanted, what he wanted to explain to her, how she had made him weep more than once, he felt a calling a perpose to his life in this small suburbian street and he laughed. He reached the end of the road and continued the walk home.
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