Chapter 1: Chapter 1
The base was massive, as bases go. The walls were thick and high, the floors covered in a thick carpet, and the windows panes were thick enough to withstand a nuke. It took the better part of the day to scale the walls, and another couple of hours to crawl through the maze of hallways. It was almost midnight by the time Buck and I reached the top, and the place was deserted. The only sound other than our own breathing and the occasional squeak of a rat, which was actually the hiss of the air conditioning in the upper floors. There was a door at the far end of the hall, flanked by two guards in uniforms identical to those worn by the rest of the staff. The doors were thick and heavy, and required two people to open them. One guard stood at the entrance to the hallway, the other stood at the hallway mirror' gazing at his reflection for what seemed like hours. They were well groomed, the both of them. Hair stylists, make up artists, and body guards all in one. It was a strange sight, and one that made me feel uneasy. I was used to seeing them in their tight fitting, high tech clothing, not in casual wear. It didn't seem right, somehow.
"I'm going to need you to step aside, sir," the guard at the door said to Bucky. "My partner and I will escort Miss Martell to the medical bay.”
“What kind of sick bastard is this?" Bucky scoffs being a smart ass, pointing to me.
"Miss Martell, is injured, but not in critical condition.” the guard simply replies.
"Injured? But she looks fine to me," Bucky said, trying to sound unconcerned. "Why isn’t she wearing a sling, then? Shouldn't she be resting in a hospital bed, not fighting any bad guys?” The second guard glances at the first, then back at Bucky.
"You know her better than I do, sir. What do you think?" The second guard begins.
"I think there’s some shady shit going on here, am I wrong?”Bucky asks.
The second guard doesn't reply. He just keeps staring at Bucky, waiting for his next move.