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Posted by Blue Beetle
on 8/21/2008, 6:55 pm, in reply to "Quiet Move Conclusion: Skewer (Part I)"
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Michael Holt, known to the world as Mr. Terrific surveys the map below him. He watches as more and more LED lights illuminate as OMACs become active all over the world.
"Thinker, run another set of permutations, there's got to be a pattern here somewhere and I want to know what it is." He's already run the numbers himself; at least the Thinker provides another set of eyes, a very annoying and bothersome set of eyes.
"Michael?" Her voice is like velvet on his ears, their relationship had taken a back set in the past couple of months but each still cared for the other deeply.
"Sasha, you're up awfully late? Don't you have to fly to the United Nations tomorrow?" She's out of uniform, a black sports bra and pair of black sweet pants is all she wears. He can see her metallic hued skin glisten in the light.
"Couldn't sleep, bad dreams." She leans on a nearby counter; he swears he can see her eyes glaze over. His movements are fluid, and coordinated, he catches her in his arms, in a singular motion before she can hit the floor.
"I'll call the medics and get you some help." A T-Sphere floats nearby hitting the floor with a metallic thud as Sasha opens her eyes. Her sapphire blue eye now glows a ruby red.
"Eye am sorry." She hits the side of his throat with the palm of her hand before he can react.
"Eye will give you one chance to surrender. Eye promises no harm will come to you or Ms. Case." Somethings wrong, which is an understatement even for me. Sasha fought the OMAC infection successfully once before but now why are things different? Was she a sleeper the entire time?
"You should always have a second option; give us some room to negotiate." I retort looking over at Mari whose injuries have fully healed. I really need to get myself a totem.
"Then you will be destroyed like the rest, Eye commands it." Her metallic voices echoes off of the hallowed halls of the hanger. Raising her arm, a red orb glowing in her hands.
"WATCH OUT!" Vixen screams grabbing me and throwing the both of us out of the way before the blasts incinerates us.
"Thanks." She lies on top of me, thank God Ollie isn't here.
"What is that six or seven you owe me now?" She jokes as we both get to our feet. I can see the burn marks on her arms, looks like she wasn't quick enough.
"Honestly, I lost track after the third." We both look at Sasha who stands ready for another attack.
"You go, I'll handle her." Vixen already closed the gap between us and Sasha by half.
"Just don't kill her!" I shout back making my way towards the emergency stair case.
I can hear the sounds of the battle outside and inside, I just hope I'm not too late for Melody's sake. Once I get her, I need to figure out a way to stop the OMAC's from following their final mandate. I go over the facts in my head again, the OMACs are activated through some type of signal, relayed from orbit, most likely a satellite, if I can piggy back an encrypted transmission on the signal maybe a virus or something, I might be able to change their mandate or deactivate them completely. That's a pretty big maybe though. Oracle could pull it off; she's that good with code or Mr. Terrific even.
I stop at the top of the stairs; the door in front of me opens into the briefing room of the Embassy, housing the communications array and main frame. This is the room that message originated from, this is where Melody is, and in all likely hood where Max is as well. I look down at my gauntlet not realizing how heavily I'm breathing, the heart monitor on it beeps and flashes red. I'm taxing myself more then I thought.
I put my hand on the door; it opens itself into the room. Pictures and news feed from around the world line the monitors. The OMACs are everywhere it looks like their numbers are still growing.
"They're kinda pretty, I mean as far as machines designed for a signal purpose go they are the luxury models. Not like those Sentinels designed to hunt the mutants, to big and blocky like SUVs, but these OMACs they're sleek like a sports car." Max sits at the head of table, Melody sits next to him, she's gagged and tied to the chair with a beetle symbol sitting above it. Very poetic Max.
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