Everything that could of gone wrong, goes wrong.
The night was skin cutting cold with the stars being the only source of light. It was a perfect night for a stealth operation.
"You've got a minute, maybe two if you're lucky before they realize you've gone missing." Shuri's voice fills the hushed air, crackling and cutting out every now and then. Peter lets out a shaky breath, his spider-senses keeping him on constant alert. Wanda was the only one keeping the young protagonist here, if not because she was his teammate then for the fact that she was a sister to him.
'We're almost there Peter, and I promise you I will not get caught.' Wanda tells him mentally, sending him one of her self-assured smiles. Peter nods quietly, not really believing that she'd be able to get in and out without being spotted.
"Are you in position?" Shuri's crackling voice calls out into the night.
"Yes, Operation: Worker's camp, Is a go!" Wanda states cheerily, Adrenalin flowing through her and top speed. Peter hesitantly states the same thing, his hands visibly shaking from the anxiety he was feeling.
"You have twenty minutes to get in, out, and back here in one piece." Shuri clarifies, shutting her side down in hopes of buying her friends more time.
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The wall surrounding the worker's camp stood at an astounding 15'ft, with slippery tiles discouraging any form of climbing over the wall and the poisonous prickly bushes discouraging any form of digging any way out. The outside of the camp was devoid of any artificial life, giving the entire place a desolate look.
"I don't know about this Wanda, usually worker camps would be swarmed with state of the art druids." Peter whisper-shouts, sending Wanda his famous 'This isn't a good idea' stare. She waves off his concerns with a flick of her psionic red mist. With a leap (and a well placed misty red platform) Wanda was over the wall with minimum effort and sound.
Shaking his head at the ease in which she could practically do everything, Peter gets into position, keeping his above average eyes on the lookout for any trigger-happy androids.
It was going to be a long night.
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She loves Peter, don't get her wrong, if it was between her or Peter she will always choose Peter. The lack of faith he has in her abilities, however, annoyed her to no end. Sure, she was loud and may have gotten some of her uncles arrogance, but she knows what she is capable of and sneaking into an abounded Worker's camp is one of these capabilities. The only thing she regrets right now is not having anyone there to teach her how to keep imprinted thoughts from floating into her head like a broken record.
The camp was a nightmare.
It was small, smaller than she expected it to be, with only a small corner going towards human needs (Sleep, defecation, shower), and the rest of it going towards human labor, and by the looks of it, torture. The floor was sandy, terminated of any greenery that use to be in the area and small objects littered the plot of land grimly (She was positive that the small objects were the bones of small children. The place smelled of death and illness. If she didn't know that this was the 21st century, she would have thought that this was a concentration camp back from the Holocaust (It was a sad thing to think of). Up ahead was a small door, big enough for her small form to go through, small enough for anyone of Shuri's height to get stuck in. With a heave and a pull, the door came open with a hardy screech (Probably sending Peter into a mild hard attack). She gets onto her stomach and army crawls her way into the mysterious room.
After making her way fully into the room, she watches with astonished horror as the room booms with a red light. Gaggin in disgust, she watches with tears in her eyes as each lit up pod showcased a defiled human. Every human body looked as if someone came and take them apart and tried to put them back together, except the monsters who did these horrible experiments purposefully tried their best to make them look as inhuman as possible. What with mouths being stapled closed and eyes screwed shut, it was a wonder that her family hasn't even noticed yet.
The whole site makes Wanda gag harshly, trying her best to keep her dinner down. Hoping that the camera in her hoodie was recording her new find, she makes her way to the control room, Extra aware of noise she was making in hopes of keeping herself deathly silent. After reaching the control panels, Wanda pulls out a small quarter inch thumb drive. It's silver casing bringing back memories of what she was supposed to do.
'Get in, Get out, Don't get caught.'
'Get in, Get out, Don't get caught.'
'Get in, Get out, Don't get caught.'
"Where do you think you're going, missy?" A raspy, inhuman voice questions, whispering right into her ear. instincts trained into her ever since she was little, kick in, With a quick elbow to the monster's gut, she jumps away, shaking from the adrenalin and fear coursing through her. The monster stood at 10 ft, his limbs look as if they were pumped with helium, some parts losing air while others looking as if it were ready to pop. Its skin was a sickly yellow, with its organs just flying around outside its body. its face looked as if it's been cracked open, showing his brain and stems where its eyes should be. If it weren't for her mom's constant lessons on keeping your cool, she would've dropped to her feet and started hurling.
'Pete, I need backup' Wanda calls out, getting into one of the many marshall art stances she was taught. She gets a small affirmative from her brother in arms.
"Wanda, Peter, Where the fuck are you guys?" Uncle Steve's voice calls out, causing Wanda to internally cringe at her bad luck. She doesn't respond, too busy trying to get past the guard and to the control panel.
"маленький, What is your position?" It was her dad this time, and she just couldn't remain silent after that. Coating herself in as much of the red mist as she could, Wanda crouches down.
"папа, We're at the working camp on 6th street," Wanda responds, yelping as with one hit the thing that was idling by destroyed her shield, sending her flying into the wall.
"Wanda, what's going on?" Peter's voice was like the sun coming out from behind the clouds, filling her with relief.
"Woman down! Wanda, please respond!" Peter shouts, dodging the attacks of the monster with relative ease. With a shake and a determined look in her eye, she gets up, her eyes glowing crimson red. Peter sighs in relief and goes back to fighting the demon in front of him.
"Hold whatever is attacking you off for 10 minutes, I'll hack into the database and get as much info as I can," Wanda tells him, her mist, shrouding him like a protective layer.
"10 minutes? Okay, but after that, we're getting out of here!" Peter responds, sending a cheeky grin at his sister.
"Gladly."