Grace spun around and came face to face with the reflective Visor of a Shadow Tech trooper's armour. Shit. She tried to make a beeline for the station barriers, but another two troopers blocked her path. Even if she had been armed, she wouldn't have been able to take down the soldiers. Shadow Tech troopers had expert combat training, and, as she had discovered from the files, used extracts of the virus to increase their physical prowess.
"Take her back," the lead trooper said, his voice electronically distorted through his mask.
The troopers grabbed hold of Grace and hauled her towards a Shadow Tech hovercraft that was waiting outside. A few civilians glanced over and saw her being manhandled by the guards, but quickly looked away. Nobody opposed Shadow Tech. The troopers pulled open the hovercraft doors and threw her inside. Grace hit the floor with a thud, only to have the lead trooper pull her back onto her feet and sit her down.
"That wasn't much of an escape attempt," the lead trooper said, pressing a button on his collar which caused his visor to recede into his armour, revealing a scarred, brutal face.
"Took you long enough to find me though," Grace bit back.
The scarred man chuckled at that. "I suppose so. You know who I am?"
Grace shook her head.
"Agent Wessex, head of Shadow Tech security."
Grace had often heard the name, and knew Wessex by reputation. The Director's right hand man, and by all accounts, a formidable figure in the Shadow Tech hierarchy.
Wessex reached into a pocket on his armoured suit and produced a small holographic projector. He pressed a button, and a small, crystal clear image of a hooded man, seated in a wheelchair sprang up in front of Grace's face.
"Ahhh, our wayward employee," the man in the wheelchair said calmly. "My commendations, Mr. Wessex. As always."
The man's face was entirely covered in shadow, but Grace could see the faint outline of a suit beneath the hooded robe draped over his shoulders. This, she knew, was the Director. The head of Shadow Tech. Rumours had abounded of the Director's status; he was never seen in public and communicated only through intermediaries such a Wessex, but everyone was terrified of him. Seeing him for the first (or what little of him she could see), Grace did not find him especially imposing.
"Have you begun the interrogation?" The Director's asked.
"Not yet, sir," Wessex replied. "I thought you might want to talk to her yourself in case anything...unpleasant happened during the course of our interrogation."
Grace winced, trying to put on a brave face and hide her rising fear. "I don't regret what I did," she said, voice shaking ever so slightly.
The figure leaned forward slightly, causing the hologram to flicker. "You will." He turned his attention back to Wessex. "Find out what she knows. Keep her alive if possible."
"Yes sir," Wessex nodded and the hologram flickered and faded away.
The hovercraft's engine began to start up, and one of the trooper's moved to close the doors...
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