"If it's important, I'll do it." Kat started on her oatmeal and said between mouthfuls, "That's what partners do. They help each other, but you do have a plan, right? I don't want to get caught again."
"I have a plan, so don't you worry. Someone on the inside's helping me."
Kat said, "I always worry, but that doesn't matter."
"It's settled then... We'll go later tonight," Kim said, realizing it wasn't hard convincing that woman. "I've acquired an untraceable van for the job. Eat up and rest. I need to pick up some more supplies."
She looked to Kim's half eaten plate, licking salt and grease from her lips. "Are you going to finish that?"
A little disgusted, Kim answered, "No, go ahead."
Kat pulled her plate in front of her and chowed down on the eggs as Kim cleaned up the kitchen and headed out, and a few minutes later, Kat put the plates in the sink and grabbed the remote. She went and moved the blanket and pillow to the side of the couch and sat. She put the remote on the coffee table and massaged her left shoulder around the bandages. The wound was feeling much better, but she better check the burn. Kat unwrapped the gauze from her left hand and examined the palm, seeing the blisters and most of the redness were gone, but the star remained. She rubbed her fingers across the hand. Kat thought she had burned the higher part of her palm, but the star was dead center. It must've been her imagination. A lot was going on that day. She made a fist several times; it was almost as good as new. The ointment had worked fast. She picked up the remote and turned on the TV. Kat changed the channel from the news to a show called Cash In! just as it was wrapping up with some final words from its host, Sam Hunt.
"Alright viewers, if you have seen any of these people call the number you see on the screen to..."
The TV audience shouted with him, "Cash In!"
"That's right!" Sam Hunt shouted. "Don't let the bounty hunters make all the money. Your call could bring you a percentage of the reward, so keep those peepers open." He pointed at the camera. "Till tomorrow..."
The TV audience shouted the show's slogan with Sam Hunt, "If your friend, family, or neighbor is wanted by the N.C.P.F. or a Corporation, you could Cash In!"
The credits rolled, and she changed the channel back to the news.
"I'm Linda Harvey with NBS. Welcome to our late morning edition." The anchorwoman turned to a different camera. "The top three stories headlining in the news will start our show. Several Giant Swallowtail Butterflies were discovered in Noir Transgenic National Forest yesterday; the butterflies were thought to be extinct along with most of the Dark Half's life forms." She paused. "The Corporate Senate meets today to vote on the quarter cent sales tax raise, and the three people believed behind the scam The Dead Receiving Water Rations were given a court date." Linda turned to a second camera. "The Giant Swallowtail Butterflies thought to be extinct were discovered in Noir Transgenic National Forest yesterday. Experts believe the insects were able to survive in the sunless forest by changing their food which also became extinct after the Dry Clouds appeared, but at this point, it is unknown what food source they have switched to. A group of scientists are on their way to the National Forest to begin their study of this resilient species." Linda paused again. "The Corporate Senate meets today to vote on the quarter cent sales tax raise. Many analysts believe..." She put a hand to her earpiece and nodded. "This just came in... We now know who is behind the earlier explosions in the Hellenistic Sector. It seems that hundreds of bio-mechas are terrorizing the area, and at this time, it is unclear which corporation is responsible for these robotic men. It is also unknown if they are deliberate attacks or malfunctions. The Corporate Senate is looking into the matter. We go now to one of our reporters in the field."
A man with a mic stood in the middle of a street with several huge buildings in the background. Flames spat from the windows of a tall structure, and people could be heard screaming along with bursts of gunfire.
"Frank Trepit here." The reporter glanced behind himself. "Reports are coming in from all over the Hellenistic Sector of robotic men attacking Sphinx Corporation facilities." Gunfire erupted, and the reporter ducked and ran along with the cameraman to the cover of a building. Frank spoke out of breath, "The N.C.P.F. are on the scene, but have not been able to stop these... Wait! There's one now!"
The camera panned to a T-3 as it marched down the street, shooting at everything that moved. Kat clenched her wrist as if she was wrenching the T-3's arm as the camera went in for a close-up. She glared at the T-3's pale features. It and the other models of Un-Men had haunted her dreams. Kat lifted the remote, turned the TV off, and stared at the blank screen. She removed the music box from her pant's pocket and opened it to hear it soothing tune. If the T-3s had malfunctioned, the Factory had to be on high alert, and it wouldn't be easy getting in or out. They also might encounter the T-3s while they were there. Kat stared at the coffee table, and her eyes drooped as she listened to Unfinished Melody. They were different now. She could tell. Kat grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around herself and started to fall asleep. The T-3s were cruel and calculating; they were just like the Rogue.
Chapter Thirty-seven
Entering The Factory
5:49 P.M...
Hellenistic Sector, Business Vicinage...
Sphinx Corporation Third Branch Office...
Mr. Griffin studied reports on his desktop computer when the phone rang, interrupting his work. He picked up the receiver and answered, "Yes, Cathy."
"Mr. Griffin, your 6:00 appointment is here, and Orthos is on line two."
"My head of security must have an update for me." Mr. Griffin leaned forward, put his ear piece in, and spoke into the phone receiver, "Thank you, Cathy. Please tell my appointment I will be delayed while I talk with Orthos."
"Yes, Mr. Griffin." She hung up.
He placed the receiver back on the phone, activated the ear piece, pressed line two, and stood. He walked from his corner desk to one of the large wall windows and stared at his reflection. "Orthos, go ahead."
"I have news from my men watching the Factory."
Mr. Griffin questioned, "What is it?"
"A van has been reported approaching the main gate."
"My orders were to let no one in or out. I don't see why you brought this to my attention."
"Your daughter is driving the van. I wanted to check with you before we..."
"One moment," Mr. Griffin interrupted, moved away from the window, and wondered why Kim was going to the Factory and how did she know of its location. Someone must have given her the information. He just needed to discover why she was there.
He asked, "Is she alone?"
"No, the Pandora Project is with her," Orthos answered.
His daughter still had the stray with her. He looked to the picture of his wife as he considered if it was worth his daughter's life to let them proceed. Whatever she was after could be very valuable, so he instructed, "Let them through, and I don't want them to know your men are there."
"Understood." Orthos hung up.
Mr. Griffin removed the ear piece and walked back to the window. "Lights dim."
The office darkened, his reflection vanished, and he saw outside to Noir's skyline; the Dry Clouds were so close he could touch them, but his daughter eluded him. With his office almost half way up the mile high building, Mr. Griffin had an excellent view of the city and could easily see a hover train station six blocks away.
He thought about his only child. Kim wanted something so badly at the Factory that she would go up against the Un-Men.
* * *
Minutes earlier...
5:41 P.M...
Hellenistic Sector, Trade Vicinage...
Kim drove the gray van and neared one of the Hellenistic Sector's boundaries on a desolate highway, and from the dark road, she saw a lit facility in the distance. She turned the vehicle in that direction and stopped the van at the Factory's
main entrance.
"Look, they left the front door open for us." She motioned to the mangled gate. "It's an invitation if I've ever saw one."
"It looks like the T-3s have attacked their own creators," Kat said.
"Or a rival corporation is staging a hostile takeover," Kim stated. "Can you tell if the T-3s are the ones responsible?"
A little distracted, Kat glanced across the dark fields filled with tall weeds that surrounded the front fence and along the side road. The hunts over the past year developed instincts within her unforeseen by the conditioning. "We're being watched."
Kim parted her zipped up sweatshirt and went for the PPK in her shoulder holster. "The T-3s?"
"No, just men. They're most likely S.C.Ms. There are several of them hiding within the field." Kat made no movement for the Beretta resting on her lap. "I believe they're here to contain the T-3s."
"I don't know if that's good or bad for us." Kim glanced out her window and searched the field. "I don't see anyone. Whoever they are, they're good." She turned to the woman. "I bet you were no fun at hide and seek."
She considered Kim's remark and said, "I don't know." The thought saddened her. "I don't know if I ever played games."
Kim looked in the distance to the Factory's dozen or so buildings. "If the S.C.Ms. were going to stop us, they would have done so by now." She stepped on the gas, and the vehicle sped down the long stretch of paved road, and after sometime, Kim slowed, turned a corner, and drove past the graveyard of smoldering cars and trucks littered with blackened skeletal remains. "Looks like they had a bang of a party."
lub-DUB... lub-DUB...
"There are several T-3s near." Kat turned, looking out the van's back windows. "I sense they're behind us, but I don't see them yet."
"Let's not wait around." Kim drove on and pulled into the parking garage for Research Building 10. "This is the building we're looking for." She drove down a ramp to Basement Level One. "Can you tell if the T-3s know you're here?"
"I can only sense them. I don't know what they're thinking."
"You're not all-seeing then." Kim turned off the ignition. "Let's get inside. I don't like being out in the open, not with those walking appliances around." She hopped out of the van, rushed to the rear, and opened the van's back doors. "Here's your stuff." She handed Kat her backpack and the Ravlek Vest.
Kat put on the vest, velcroing the sides. The armor had saved her countless times before, and she wished she had one for Kim, and wondered if she should offer the vest to her. Fear of losing her own life won out in the end, and Kat never offered.
"Ready?" Kim asked.
Kat nodded.
"Great. Let's go."
Together they hurried to a staircase and descended four floors to Basement Level Five.
Kim removed her gun, used the Research Building 10 keycard to unlock the staircase entrance, and turned the knob; the door opened with a squeak. Cautious, she stepped through to the first area that was designated the Blue Division, and the floor was deathly quiet as Kim scanned the hall. "Are we clear?"
"Give me a second." Kat closed her eyes and used her ability, and it stretched across the level, probing the area then she opened her eyes. "I don't sense any active Un-Men."
"Come on then." Kim removed the blueprint as they hurried on, noting the two rooms the Rogue circled. "There are two possible places the disk could be located." They rushed down a carpeted hall then another as Kim said, "We'll split up to save time."
A putrid odor hit them, stopping Kat in her tracks, and she covered her nose with her t-shirt. "That smell..." She looked to Kim who wasn't bothered by the horrible stench.
Kim's tone and attitude didn't change. "You should have expected this. We knew the T-3s attacked the Factory. It probably happened days ago. You should be used to this smell by now."
"How can you say that? No one should ever get used to this stench."
Ignoring her comment, Kim continued around the corner, led them passed a security desk, and entered the Green Division, and Kim could tell Kat was appalled by her callousness as she followed her. A few dead S.C.Ms. lay in pools of congealed blood along with more than a dozen bullet riddled techs, and with her mind on the disk, Kim continued the conversation as if they never came across any dead bodies.
"You'll go to Research Lab Five that is located in this division, and I'll go to Computer Lab Two located in the Yellow Division." She showed Kat the blueprint as they hurriedly walked through the hallway. "Once you're done, meet me here." Kim pointed to a security desk on the blueprint that was located at a checkpoint in between the Green and Yellow Divisions.
Katharine's view...
I can't believe Kimberly's this cold. I put a hand to my stomach, feeling sick after seeing all those dead people. I notice they don't bother her at all. Doesn't Kimberly care about anything? I remember the spare room at the apartment. Kimberly did care about her mom, but what about now? Isn't there anyone? What about her father? I feel sorry for her. She seems...
Kimberly's view...
"Do you understand where we are to meet?" I ask and notice that woman has been staring at me instead of the blueprint. What's she looking at? She does seem bothered by something. I repeat, "Do you understand?"
Katharine's view...
She seems... Kimberly seems lonely.
I peer at the blueprint where Kimberly points, and I nod.
Kimberly's view...
"Great, let's do this," I say as I fold the paper and place it in my knapsack.
Why is she looking at me that way? It's giving me the creeps.
Katharine's view...
I notice her irritation and turn my focus to the hall where more bodies litter the area. I look at the terror stricken faces of the Factory's employees as a deep feeling of pity rips at my gut. I don't look at Kimberly, but I know she regards the people as debris in her way. Is this who Kimberly is? Is she really uncaring and callous? Is she the kind of person that death's no more than a byproduct of her job?
Chapter Thirty-eight
Help Us
6:47 P.M...
Kat lagged behind Kim a bit as they rushed through the halls of the Green Division, and they continued running as Kat lost count of the dead. She stopped when something caught her eye and then hurried back to a door that had been knocked in. The room was B10-148 and inside, three men were strapped to the examining tables. Kat rushed in as she uttered, "Argus?" She moved to his side, finding he had been badly beaten and had a bullet wound in his left leg.
He looked at her with his good eye; his other one was too swollen to open. His throat was dry as he rasped, "Kat? How did you..."
"Shh..." she said, worried over his injuries. "Don't talk." She started on his straps.
"For Ares' sake!" Kim rushed in. "What are you doing?" She noticed the men. "Hades! We don't have time for this."
"Then help me!" Kat snapped and motioned to the two men. "Release the techs."
"Yeah, release us!" Maxwell and Peters pleaded.
"We don't have time for this," Kim repeated and then when she noticed Kat wasn't listening to her, she went ahead and helped the techs. Once she released the two men's hand restraints, the two men started to undo their own leg restraints. "What happened here?" Kim asked them as Kat helped Argus to his feet.
"The T-3s went rogue," Peters replied as he got off the table and went to assist his partner with a leg strap he couldn't undo.
"They killed everyone here except us." Maxwell took his partner's hand and stood. "I was sure they would come back and torture us like they did that man." He motioned to Argus and mumbled, "They still might."
Argus asked, "Who's behind the attacks?" His face contorted with pain as he leaned against the table, removed his belt, and tightly buckled it on his left leg to slow down the bleeding. He grunted with the effort.
"No one's behind the attacks," Maxwell replied.
"What
my partner means is that the T-3s are behind the attacks." Peters rubbed his bruised wrists. "And we don't know why."
The techs looked to the two women.
Maxwell asked, "Who sent you? The Sphinx Corporation?"
Kim shook her head.
Fearful their rescuers might end up being the grim reaper, both techs looked at one another and took a step back.
"Are you here to save us?" Maxwell felt around the table behind him, searching for a weapon.
"Yes," Kat answered before Kim could.
Relieved, Peters questioned, "How can we repay you?"
Kat asked, "Do you have a vehicle?"
"Yes." Maxwell pointed his thumb over his shoulder. "As long as the T-3s haven't set it on fire."
"Then take this man to a hospital." Kat faced Argus and gently stroked his injured cheek; it was the same cheek she had struck days earlier. "And we'll call it even." All the grief and anger over his involvement with Preacher's death faded at seeing him injured.
"Kat... I..." Argus' voice cracked as he looked deep into her hazel eyes. He could tell she cared for him, and he was ashamed. He had caused her so much pain and anguish over the past year and yet here she was saving him. "I..."
"It's okay," she whispered. "My thanks for rescuing me when I was in the hands of the Factory, so think of us as even." Kat took a step back. "Now please, go with these men."
He nodded, not knowing what to say.
She looked to the techs. "What are your names?"
"I'm Peters and this is Maxwell."
"I'll try to remember. I'm bad with names, now please hurry. Argus needs to get to the hospital."
Maxwell grabbed Argus under his arm and started out the door as Peters led. The three men hurried through the hall toward Research Building 10's front entrance. It would take them some time to get there.
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