User:Nextoy/Slider/2x

“How did they find me?” Maria thought to herself from inside the cell she was locked up in. She paced back and forth in the cell, having been put in solitary confinement.

“Cut that out!” A guard yelled, banging on the bars with his baton. Maria flinched innocently, but inside she was glaring at him.

“If only the others weren’t watching. I’d be more than happy to take him out.” She thought, rubbing her hand on her forearm.

“INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT!” The alarm blared, causing many of the guards to mobilize and leave the cell room. The last one walked up to the cell bars and waved around the baton towards her.

“Now it's about time I made sure you stopped all that pacing of yours.” He told her, with Maria grinning. “Now what’s that about?” He asked, with the prisoner rushing forward. She grabbed his baton and pulled him in so his head slammed up against the bars as she smashed his throat with the crook of her hand.

“Ass.” She commented, cracking her neck and pulling out the hook before using it to grab his keys. She took them off the elastic coil attaching them to his belt and unlocked the door for herself. “Bout time back-up arrived, better get this show on the road.” She thought to herself, quietly walking out of the cell. “And I thought leaving the Order would get me out of stuff like this.”

“What was that?” Maria heard as she sat down on the prison bed. Another guard walked in, rifle armed and ready, only to see the one that watched her was inside the cell and unconscious.

“Did you do this?” The guard asked her, with Maria shriveling back with a scared expression, arms pushed up against her chest submissively. “Well!?” The guard asked again, aiming his rifle at her.

“S-Stop! Please! I didn’t do anything!” She cried out, feigning fear as her hands blocked her face. The guard fired off a warning shot, with Maria jumping a bit and curling up more. “P-Please…” “Shut up!” He ordered, “Now what the hell happened!”

“He-He just fell over…”

“Don’t like to me!”

“I don’t know!” She shouted, curling up in fear. The guard huffed and opened up the door, walking in with his gun aimed to her before crouching down to check on the body. She silently gets up and walks towards the guard. Her fingers crept under his helmet, pulling him back into her knee. His neck snapped upon contact, a nerve cluster having knocked him out just before the lethal impact. When the guard hit the floor a loud thud came from his helmet. She cringed a bit as she didn't know who else is in the corridor leading out of the room.

"Shouldn't of been that loud." She thought, walking over and moving the guard's head a bit. "Nor should it be that thick." She gently set it back down, a foreboding feeling crawling inside her, as she picked up his pistol and pressed down on the mag release. When the magazine popped out she checked the bullets inside, noticing it was fully loaded, before pushing it back in. She pulled back the slide as well, with a little resistance, before letting go of it.

"They're new, probably only a month old. Plus his rifle seems to be heavily customized." She noted, looking back to the helmed guards. Something was very wrong, and she knew it. The guards shouldn't be that well armed for a simple base defense, let alone prison keeping.

“Don’t tell me I’m supposed to be the bait.” She thought again, sneaking around the corner. It was far more empty than it should be, almost to the point where the hair on the back of her neck stood up from the eeriness alone. “If that's the case there’s no doubt James got wrapped up in this, the idiot.”

Just then her attention was caught by the sounds of gunfire. Distant, for now, but it was getting closer with each burst. Worse yet since her pistol wasn't silenced it would be uncertain how well she’d be able to defend herself without arousing unwanted attention.

Footsteps were close and coming to her. The maze-like hallways weren't helping to keep her sense of direction, but if the guard passed she could follow him to her destination easily. If only she were so fortunate.

“There you are!” She heard, having let herself focus too heavily on one set of footsteps. “Come quietly and maybe I won't have to tell the higher ups of your getaway plans.”

“Oh bullshit.” She replied, shooting him in the knee. His armor was strong, and it wasn't as quiet as she had wanted, but joints are weak. As he dropped to one knee she ran up and kicked him in the face, her heel meeting his nose as he fell back. Another stomp and she wouldn't have to worry about him.

“What was that?” Another voice asked from down the hall. No doubt the guard she was initially trailing.

“Shit, no time to hide the body!” She thought, darting off as quick as she could without sacrificing stealth.

Another alarm rang behind her, but this time she had an exit of sorts. Though as she was about to take it she heard a crash against the wall, like something had flown into it. Maria was between caution and curiosity at this, and the latter had won out against her better judgement.

As she quietly exited the door she looked over to find James had lost a battle against an armory of a man. This was not good by her book, but she hadn’t been seen yet.

“Another visitor? Or an escapee?” He asked in a thick Russian accent, turning towards her. As the two locked eyes she readied herself.

“You should learn how to treat a lady.” Maria replied, firing off a shot as it landed uselessly in his chest.

“You should learn manners. Perhaps I will teach you.” He threatened, aiming his SMG before an energy blast came out and struck his hand. As he growled and turned around Maria darted to him, a wire hidden in her sleeve, and jumped up to wrap it around his neck. When she got it around, however, he merely backed up as he shot at something on the roof.

Forced to let go Maria fell and rolled away, running off. She was in a bad position, and boy did she know it, but stealth had always been her expertise.

“You cannot run or hide forever!” The man bellowed as he attempted to follow.