Failed Escape Attempt
The Soldier is being walked back to the maintenance room, skin buzzing. There’s something wrong, and he can’t quite grasp what it might be.
The whole mission had been like that. He had been assigned a target, but he didn’t understand why this man. He wasn’t doing anything wrong. They had put him on surveillance for a week, before giving the kill order. But the man had done nothing. He wasn’t meeting with enemies, he wasn’t planning the downfall of civilization. Why.
The Handlers hadn’t liked his questions. They had looked at him with cautious glances, through narrowed eyes, and ordered him to return back to base. The Soldier hadn’t wanted to go, but didn’t fight the guards escorting him.
He stops dead in the entrance to the room. Everything screaming wrong, no, get away as he looks into it, seeing the chair there. One of the guards shoves him with the butt of his rifle.
The Soldier grabs hold of it, twisting it away from the guard and using it to hit him in the stomach.
Everything happens quickly after that.
Using the liberated rifle, The Soldier twists and spins away from the guards, shooting the guard who grabs his hair as a means to stop him. One of the guards tries to shoot him, only to miss as the Soldier turns; the bullet ricochets off of his metal arm, into the shoulder of one of his allies. One of them gets a lucky hit to the asset’s side, and he stumbles. The remaining guards try to take advantage, but don’t use their guns. The Soldier recovers quickly, knocking them all out within minutes. He’s breathing hard by the end of it, and he strides into the room.
The techs aren’t in yet, waiting for the all clear that he’s strapped down, probably.
He frowns, trying to decide what to take with him, if anything.
In the end, he takes a couple of the guards' guns, knowing that he doesn’t have much time if he wants to get out.
After pulling all the unconscious guards into the room, he locks the door, hoping it will bide him a little more time.
He wishes he knew the layout better than. He only knows the route he had been brought in by, but he can’t remember if he had ever been here before or not. That in and of itself bothers him. It adds itself to the list of things that shout wrong on repeat in his mind.
He ghosts down the corridors, stopping at every corner and doorway to listen for people. There’s a scare, when he turns a corner, and there’s a group of people in lab coats exiting a room. But he’s able to duck back around, before they notice him, and he believes he’s safe.
He estimates he’s close, more than halfway out, when he hears a whine of something charging up.
Something in the arm clicks, and he screams as electricity shoots down his spine.
He crashes into a wall, tries to cover his mouth with his other hand to stifle his screams. He falls to his knees, listing to the side, trying to get away from the burning in his side.
It does stop, before anyone else approaches him, but he can hear their footsteps pounding down the hall. He struggles back up to his feet, grabbing for the gun he had dropped. Before his hand can close around the stock, a bullet grazes his arm.
Cursing, he draws his injured limb in close. When he tries to stand, the new set of guards round the corners. He stumbles towards the exit, still shaking from the electricity. Another shot rings out, hitting him in the back of the knee and he falls.
The guards are on him before he can try anything else, and he struggles until one of them shoves his head into the floor, causing him to see stars. By the time his head is clear enough to think again, he’s restrained.
The Soldier tries to fight them, still trying to get away, anything to prevent them from dragging him into that room. He screams, tries to use his weight to knock his captors off balance. The one on his left stumbles, and he pulls away, only for them to shoot him in the right shoulder as well.
His struggles become slower, as he feels heavier and heavier. He doesn’t want to be strapped into the chair in the middle of the room. But by the time they get him there, he’s not strong enough to make any attempts at getting away.
After securing him into the device, someone puts a tourniquet on his leg and a pressure patch on his shoulder. Someone else places a piece of rubber in his mouth. The contraption leans backwards.
He screams.