[SEZMRA]
“nnnf..”
Raquel murmured softly, clutching something in her arms. The object was cold and metallic, but smooth and precise. Suddenly, she felt a sting in her left leg, then her shoulders. Clutching the object harder, she fought the pain and tried her best to concentrate on a mark burned upon her vision. Then, out of nowhere, a wave of notum burst toward her and singed the skin beneath her Elite Issue armours. She recognized the pain of a horrifying nano program, probably run by the nanotech near the bunker. She saw several others, clad in Elite, fall beside her.. as her own life drained from her current physical shell. Her head made a thud upon the outpost floor and the fuzzy existence that was “hitting reclaim” overtook her. Staring up at the terminal, her vision blurred and readjusted, Raquel began to wonder when the terminals had started beeping upon one’s arrival.
Raq blinked and furrowed her brow, horribly confused..
“What is that.. that.. beeping.. argh..”
Her eyes snapped open, something twisting inside her gut. She let go of the mangled pillow in her arms and sat up, her nap apparently not having been much comfort. She heard voices over her wrist-comm, panicky voices, that made a painful lump form in her throat. The beeping continued, and she frantically reached for her wrist to flip on her voice channel, if not just to end the blasted noise.
“The hell’s going on?”, ..she was worried, and partly annoyed. Annoyed at what she suspected had happened, and who was involved. They couldn’t think they’d get away with this.. not.. not really. She thought a moment to earlier in the evening, one of them casually asking her if she knew “Demenzia ”. She knew something would end up happening, but she was unsure as to how or why.
“Damnit, they took her! They took Jen!”, Irvin practically shouted at her through the earpiece. She winced as he explained further, hoping it wasn’t as bad as it sounded.
They had taken her, and it seemed they didn’t appreciate being snooped upon. She knew who to contact first. It was horribly obvious and had his name, at least, written all over it. Raquel turned down the volume of the organization channel, then tapped a few keys to contact “him”.
“Naughty, naughty, Valaik. Tsk.”, she spoke quietly into her comm.
“Hmm? You don’t think I should hang this painting here? But the light brings out the colors so well.”, he returned to her across the channel.
Raquel sighed, knowing that Val must be either off his rocker tonight or taunting her foolishly. She repeated his riddles over the organization channel and adjusted the volume again. It was time to get to work, and Raq quietly thanked Buffy for the small nap she managed to steal, even if it wasn’t too restful. She swooped up her OT Boomer and quickly slipped out the door to hurry herself to Omn-Entertainment, the last location Jen was seen.. eventually running into Corrine. Corr, completely clad in her suit of Elite, Tank, and Div9 in hand, was eager to assist, and Raquel was eager to have an available Security Operative. She expected some trouble if they actually managed to find them…
“Alright, locations need to be checked.. Irvin, hit the fixers’ side of the grid….”, she spoke into her comm before quickly hunting down the nearest grid terminal.
“Riddles Clocks Watches and Rhymes, Everyone has their fun, as will I have mine.”, Valaik had said. As her DNA was restructured to be streamed into the Grid, Raquel silently hoped she would have her own fun, soon.
“They took her…”
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