Chapter 3
1:54 am
The Asset coughs as the agents boot continues to beat into their muscles, through slightly blurry vision they can see blood beneath them, staining the floor, boots and flesh bloody.
The Asset doesn’t need air, doesn’t need clothes or food or water or anything to keep functioning at perfect efficiency. They do, however, need to be unbroken. And at the rate the handlers, Trainers, technicians, agents are going at they will need 1.2 hours to heal from these injuries.
They do not have that time. The mission is in 1 hour. This, is not allowed. Failure, is not acceptable.
“Status report прилив.” Alexander pierce says. They don’t respond. Dull pain flares in the Assets left cheek, they ignore it.
Screaming. Familiar screaming. James is here. He’s being hurt. UNACCEPTABLE.
“James..”
Pierce steps back “how can you even hear that?!”
“You said you wouldn’t hurt him if i complied.” The Asset growls in a heavy Russian accent, which is probably a bad idea but their not thinking very clearly right now.
“Well you’re not answering my question so I’d say you’re not complying at the moment. And it failed its mission, so this is its punishment.”
They do not like this answer. But. Assets do not have opinions, so theirs must be void. They assess the damage to their body, 4 lacerations, 3 broken ribs, 6 broken bones, and 8 fractures. Estimated healing time, 1.5 hours.
“Status report now.”
“Vision is working at 89%, hearing is at 100%, overall functioning at 87%.”
Pierce sighs, and they know that sound.
“Wipe it, we’ll do the mission later.” Pierce says to the team of technicians working on them.
2:04 am
Their eyes fly open and their fingers grab the soft fabric swaddling them, ripping off the suffocating cloth they’re in the corner of the room in a flash. They can hear dozens of heart beats, small and large, they don’t know where they are or where James is or their handler or-
“Hey wha- kid, shit are you ok?” Comes a groggy, tired voice.
They look at the source of the voice and see a man approximately 6’2, large but lean build, his blonde hair is a mess and his blue eyes are nearly shining in the dim light coming from the hallway. Said hallway has 3 heart beats running down it.
They scan the room for any weapons they could use (because their knives are all gone), but only find the bed frame made of metal, not ideal but it will do. They rip of 1 the legs and dent it slightly so their hand fits in the makeshift Handle.
The door nob turned but before it was opened a girl came through the wall. Oh just great! Someone with Intangibility, one of the most annoying powers to fight against.
The girl was a few inches shorter than them, she had brown hair and wide brown eyes, she was wearing a t shirt with a design they didn’t recognize, along with black shorts. No shoes.
The door opened and 2 men walked in, the smaller of the 2 was about 5’3, and built like a tank. He had brown hair and almost black eyes, and was wearing a white tank top and black sweatpants.
The other barely fit though the door way. He was also a brunette with the same dark eyes. He was wearing a black jacket with what looked like combat pants.
“HEY PUT THE PI-!” The blue eyed man paused at the involuntary flinch they let slip, before taking a breath and quieting his voice.”kid please put the pipe down, I’m sorry I yelled. I promise you they won’t hurt you or me, right?” He directed the last word at the 2 brothers (yes they could tell) who nodded, slightly hesitant.
They paused, and put the pipe down.
“Yeah, ok thank you, look would you feel more comfortable with a weapon?” They nodded. “Ok give me just a second,” he said before turning to his now wobbly bed and sticking his hand under the pillow and pulling out a switchblade, he made sure the blade was toward himself before holding out the knife to them.
They took the knife and let them self relax a small amount, before turning back to the other people in the room. And with that one of the brothers sighed and spoke.
“Ok let’s fill each other in on why you panicked and why you practically imprinted on Wade ok?” They nodded. “Ok follow me.” And they set off to the living room, to explain what the fuck just happened.