I had a routine to follow those days, find information and pass it on. I learned new information about their weaponry, plans and ideas. They were definitely preparing for war. I followed the rebels at day, at night I would sneak off to the Sunside. However, I only kept my mind straight on one thing, saving Marilyn. I thought I was doing a pretty good job until word spread of a spy roaming through the halls of our establishment. I don’t know how they figured it out, it was like a bomb that exploded out of no where. It was mid morning a meeting had been announced. We had seats to sit in usually but on that day their were no chairs.
“What’s happening?”
“ Quiet!” a man’s booming voice rang through my ears. “Stand in a line! Single file! Now!”
The others and I from the rebellion had done what was told. This was all new to me then, that made me nervous, however, I made sure my expression remained calm. I l scanned the room for possible exits. The meeting place was underground I would have to sprint out the door and up stairs if anything went wrong. They had some machine with them. They used it to scan each rebel up and down. The machine scanned for Dynamo, a residue that’s left on the body if you touch Palliate, the rare type of metal they used to make God’s Gate. Of course I didn’t know about it at the time so when the machine started beeping when they scanned me I was confused.
At that moment a rebel leader, Bryan, looked at me, examining every fiber of my body. At that moment I knew my cover was blown. Bryan spoke, “ Get him!” I ran, dashed out that place as if my life depended on it and well when it came down to it my life really was on the line.I dashed for the nearest exit which was already starting to close. As I passed I was attacking those who tried to attack me. I remember hitting one guy straight on the face, there was a huge cracking sound after that. Pretty soon they started coming out with guns. The first round of bullets shot right past my face, moving my head even a millisecond of an inch would have resulted in my immediate death. But by then I passed my first obstacle , the door, now came the stairs. Their was no stopping now. Faster, faster, faster! I was practically yelling at myself to move. It wasn’t long before more bullets erupted. Duck, cover, duck cover, each of my steps was a pattern in order to dodge the bullets. I was tired, my breath was in a patting fit. I moved until the sunlight from above was visible but it wasn’t the end.My journey was not over.
“What’s happening?”
“ Quiet!” a man’s booming voice rang through my ears. “Stand in a line! Single file! Now!”
The others and I from the rebellion had done what was told. This was all new to me then, that made me nervous, however, I made sure my expression remained calm. I l scanned the room for possible exits. The meeting place was underground I would have to sprint out the door and up stairs if anything went wrong. They had some machine with them. They used it to scan each rebel up and down. The machine scanned for Dynamo, a residue that’s left on the body if you touch Palliate, the rare type of metal they used to make God’s Gate. Of course I didn’t know about it at the time so when the machine started beeping when they scanned me I was confused.
At that moment a rebel leader, Bryan, looked at me, examining every fiber of my body. At that moment I knew my cover was blown. Bryan spoke, “ Get him!” I ran, dashed out that place as if my life depended on it and well when it came down to it my life really was on the line.I dashed for the nearest exit which was already starting to close. As I passed I was attacking those who tried to attack me. I remember hitting one guy straight on the face, there was a huge cracking sound after that. Pretty soon they started coming out with guns. The first round of bullets shot right past my face, moving my head even a millisecond of an inch would have resulted in my immediate death. But by then I passed my first obstacle , the door, now came the stairs. Their was no stopping now. Faster, faster, faster! I was practically yelling at myself to move. It wasn’t long before more bullets erupted. Duck, cover, duck cover, each of my steps was a pattern in order to dodge the bullets. I was tired, my breath was in a patting fit. I moved until the sunlight from above was visible but it wasn’t the end.My journey was not over.
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