Sismance (TAG Shaya)

She put the microphone close to her shift collar. "Where does this go?" She asked wondering what it was extactly, "Mircophone or ear buds?"

Shaya sneaked over, crouching as sliding herself up the bumper of the truck. The crusted blood was rather high on the front of the car. She swabbed the bumper in two different spots to cross reference later. She puffed, "It's it nothing then I just shred my findings."

She looked up at April, "If we can get in closer, how are we passing the video game soldiers?" She put her sample in the back of her bag. 

Shaya looked up and noticed an error in the field fort's cameras. "There is an extended pause on the left side." She pointed to the camera turnign their way. She tucked herself into the shadow to further hide them.

"oooooh I don't think we need to go that far - maybe they will speak and give away enough...." April murmurs lowly crouching back and down as Shaya did doing the last tuning on the little mics looking up to wear Shaya pointed at the camera -

watching herself it's movements and grinning. "Your right - thats a fault we can exploit maybe get a little closer see more...." She whispers smiling. "And thanks - yeah if the findings are nothing your right just mulch them don't need any trouble... well more than we will be getting..." She chuckles nervously and waits, the camera's movement only permitted them to dodge one at a time into the blind spot beneath it.

She checks the shell cell and notes it recording what ever was being said among the soldiers.

Shaya checked her bag one last time before looking back up the camera. She looked around, nothing seemed to be watching them as they were watching the base. Her crouching legs ached as she waited.

As the camera started it's movement to the right she took a breath. She smiled trying to be brave for herself and the nervous April. Shaya whispered, "Just like red light green light, only this is my only time to be in the green before we are caught with the red one."

As the camera was halfway through it's left sided turn, she scamppered to the edge of what she assumed was it's vision. As the camera paused on the left side, where the rest of the parked vechiles were from entering the area, she booked it to under the camera by the wall. She winced a bit when she made a small thump sound with her back to the wall. Ther camera started toturned to the right as she sucked in her gut, bent her knees touching the wall, and turned her feet outerwards so that they would be as flat to the wall as she could, almost like a balltet pose. 

Sucking herself to edge of the building she made a thumbs up motion for April, meaning 'all good, your turn!'

April held her breath watching her heart in her throat as he shy, quiet but courageous friend hurried across. She April keeping an eye out on the group of military me getting photos as she could of their suits.

And then it was her turn to make the trot.

She timed it and taking a small breath and wishing her heart would stop thundering in her ears as it did - cause she could swear some one other than her would hear it!  copying Shaya's stance when she reached the spot. Noting an storm grate they may be able to slip down... and then a set of window just beyond it with... bright lights and shadows... something was happening in there. She nudges Shaya. If they could make it over there.

And she failed to note the suited people looking about curiously with those queer blank skull like helmet as if looking for something.

Of course she could not have guess that their technology laced in the suites would allow them to pick up the frequency of a listening device.

She crept her way to the of the building that was close to the sewer grate. Not sure if she gestured to the window or the grate. She tried to calm her breath, out of espionage practice. From what little she learned from movies and books with her friend. She crept further towards the storm drain. It didn’t seem to be watched on the back side of the building.

She looked back at April, wondering if she meant to sneak through the window or drain. She pointed to the drain with a hand sign signal of okay. She wanted to make sure that they both knew what the next step was. She knew they had to get over there, either way.

Not feeling as brave as before she turned away from her friend to look to see what could be danger in the next spot. She stood in a grande plié, crouched lower with her knees bent out away from her body, like a ballerina. Leaving one hand on the wall her back was at she shuffled her shoes in to the ground, close to wall and further ahead. She looked around to see if she could find anything alarming that could get them caught.

Grinning at Shaya - a type of grin that was both one of terror at their foolishness and yet excitement at their daring to be here and April this time took the lead - shuffling out of the point when the camera's blind spot presented itself again over to the light bright windows careful to not block the light and to also be close to the sewer drain so she and Shaya could slid back into it for a quick escape if needed.

And here she waited for Shaya to join her in the deep dark under the window edge - spotting another patch of bloodied fluid her friend could possibly gather for the testing. glancing back to the soldiers int he futuristic suits and noting they were moving about.

She gestures a hurry up gesture for Shaya to join her quickly.

There had been a slight buzzing in the codec frequency inside his helmet.

True it may have been nothing. It may have been electric of radio - but it was best to be safer than sorry and he'd halted their light chatter amongst themselves to make a gesture - a silent signal for his Ghosts to look about the immediate area for anything unusual.

It could have been nothing, buuuuuut...

buuuuuuut.

He would rather assume it was something and take care of it. than assume it's nothing and ignore it.

Seeing how easy April had gone through the blind spot she followed her. Jumping into the next shadow as she could. She fluttered by following April's lead again. Being a bit taller she had to crouch lower to not be in the windows light. Still curious of the surroundings she took a quick wet sample of the nearby blood and capped it in her saddle bag. Any time the blood was in the air meant the information would be halved by the time she got into her lab. She nodded at April, ready for the next jump.

(Written four times, posted once. Computer troubles.)

Unfortunately for the two women - it was their latest movements that alert Hank to their exact location. He stares for a moment shocked - wondering where on earth they had come from and how exactly they had managed to get into this area.

He knew at once his fellow ghosts had also spotted the breach - he waved them down pulling his helmet into place and heading that direction speaking into his mouth piece here. "I got it - no no stay there..."

He hurried towards the two shapes... women he noted as he got closer.

Her phone clicking as she caught pictures of what looked like lab coats rushing about people... and brain blobs?!

What the heck?

April may have missed the slight sound of a scruff of shoe on the ground and might have thought it was just the movements Shaya made... or herself.

But in glancing at her friend as she gathered the sample she noted the...

No time for stealth now. "Shay - run!" She yelps softly shoving her friend to run for it - back to their man hole - the... dud in the cyber suit coming towards them in long swift strides.

Shaya jumped startled by April's call into action, not being the first investigation scare. She tucked her sample bottles into her bag as she locked it running to the sewer man hole. She had a special bag that could only be unlocked by her own body temperature and fingerprint inside the saddle bag.

Not looking back she Dashed over the fence, past the camera that could see her back and toward the hole. She slithered her way down, as she only used her hands as stops for gravity dropping her down like a fireman's ladder. She winced as she slipped her the last few rows of bags and scrapped her knee. Her foot in her shoe twisted slightly as she stood back up at the bottom of the hole.

She just needed to see the red hair of her friend before running again. Dangerous or not, she was loyal and needed to see her friend try to make it through. "April! Come on!" She called from the bottom.

April raced after Shaya - heart thundering. But surely the man could not run as fast given his suit - she checked over her shoulder and yelped in horror - fuck he could move! and even worse as she had looked she could have sworn the charcoal black seemed to melt into and out of the shadows and light thrown over the yard - an alarm sounded.

April skidded through the fence and rushed for the hole her own landing no smoother than Shaya's had been. "Go go!" she squeaks panting a little.

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Hank cursed, damn it!

He gave chase suit light around him simply bursting through the gap in the fence those girls went through. protected from jagged ends of wire by the body armor.

Shaya didn't look back as she ran down the tunnel. She had built up lots of endurance to slowly walk through swamps and murky water thanks to work. She knew that a short spurt of energy she could ran fast enough. She cut close corners as she skittered down one side of the channel as she kept running.

Hank dropped down through the man hole as the ladies sped around the tunnels end - shaking the fall off easily he set out after them -

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It was like a fucking nightmare!

She and Shaya raced just a tunnel ahead of the man behind them and on the occassional glances back freaked April out - that damned suit made the dude simply melt out of their view from time to time even if they could still hear him coming and see the splash of his feet in the mess.

Normally April would have looooved to stop and marvel at the technology that must be behind the suit but now was not the time. She had seen in a glimpse back the man had a pistol in his hand.

It was clear what it meant for them both when he caught them.

When not if... because as fit as she and Shaya both were, she knew they could not keep this pace up and he seemed to be driving them, waiting for them to be out of breath.

She puffed as she and April raced down the tunnels. The wet sound of following footsteps seemed to echo in the tunnels. She tried not to be paranoid of who or even what was around following them. April seemed to keep watching it to see if it was following them. Shaya didn't want to give it that extra advantage of her not seeing where she was... were they being herded?
She whined as she felt her ankle creak at the odd way she moved a she nearly looked back to see the man following them, at least what she assumed by the heavy boot sounds. She sucked in another breath as she look a Right this time... maybe she should have taken the left. Long as they were moving they were good, right?

"No!" April yelled in frustration - having round the right the two found themselves racing into a dead end.

Bad choice of words.

April looked about for anything that could be used as a weapon. Though she did not hold much hop they could fight the man in his suit. It would obviously protect him from any attempt they made to injure him and get past. She stood beside her friend - panting chest actually heaving with the effort to draw enough air in!

And there he came, having cornered them now his approach was slow, the suit melding in and out of the light in this space.

"Please.. no! don't do it..." and by it April meant ... well what he no doubt had planned for them with that pistol. A standard silenced device.

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Hank smirked, he was not as out of breath as the women and he approached them - raising his weapon, they were cornered he could be done with this security breach.

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April step side ways a little in a subconscious effort to shield Shaya from the gun.. "No... please." Hands up.

Shaya puffed to herself thinking of anyway to escape. Anything left to try, any way to barter out of this. A gun pointed at them was not helping her be logical in this. Nothing could be a weapon here, improvised without it being damage.

She hated being out of options. She wanted to cry or scream from the frustration and dread. This was not how she expected to die; with her best friend in the sewers without her family knowing what happened to her. She took a breath trying to calm herself.

One last attempt to reason, one last attempt before her emotions take over to cloud her sight. She spoke past April's shoulder as she too raised her hands in surrender, "We are off the property. We won't come back. Is there anyway you could let us go?" She took a shaky breath to continue, "All we want is to go home tonight. Have mercy on noisy students."

The pistol did not waver, the man in the suit was still, the mask epressionless, a cold unfeeling thing.

But the man within realized with a shock. One that widened his eyes and made his heart clench. He recognized that shock of flaming hair. He knew whom it was. April!

O'Neil's daughter, his neighbor, a girl - now woman he treated often as his own as she and his daughter were close. Friends.

The gun lowered.

He backed away.

And then turned his back to them speaking into his helmet but the women would hear his slightly distorted voice. "The breach has been dealt with, nothing remains, I am returning to base, all Ghosts report back to base." He left them. Just left them there his suit melting into the shadows of the tunnel he had cornered them in. And with a few splashes of his feet - he knew he would be gone from their vision and hearing range.

It went against his loyalty to Bishop and his Ghosts to let these women go.

It went against the family loyalty in him to execute them.

These warred but he forced himself to walk on, decided. They would live.

She stared at the man lowering his gun. Did what she say work? She blinked stunned and worried. This was their chance, their way out of this.
In her racing thotughts of dying just a moment before, she grabbed April's Hand, "Let's Go!" She tugged as she started to run away. With some evidence it was worth it.

"He... he " April eeeeped dragged along by Shaya. "He... just let us go!" Her hiss a squeak in the dark of the tunnel almost unable to believe their luck. Or was it plain luck?

The mans voice how ever digitized by the suit had a familiar tenor to it. Like she had heard it before.

Many times.

"We're alive?" she adds heart thundering still in ears following where ever Shays led unable to believe it entirely, to understand why the man had let them go just when he had had them so cornered.

She led her Best friend around a few more corners. "I don't like it April. He could be following us. Should we split?" Shaya asked as she slowed a bit look back at her friend; too close, too dangerous and a lot of emotion stormed in her eyes. The gun still a threat in her mind not letting the image go. "Meet up later?" She offered, hoping to sound less nervous than her thoughts gave her.

Following, heart hammering and looking back of her shoulder at every corner looking for that weird weird way the suit seemed to slid in and out of the different back ground and greys, blacks and darknesses in the tunnels they were now fleeing down.

Listening for the sound of those boots occasionally splashing through the filth at their feet.

The sound of that voice again that she could have sworn she knew!

And as much as she was certain she knew the voice that had been distorted by the suit she was certain as Shaya slowed that they were in fact not being followed..

but...

but...

"Yeah... yeah your right... maybe we should split." She nods. "At my place - tomorrow late night." April agrees glancing about again. Still nothing.