The day was quiet. The compound totally silent. The Atlas military research base was totally silent as the guard looked out over the dusty expanse before him. The very same reddish sand lay for about twenty meters until it was halted by a sudden, large concrete wall that ended in thick coils of barbed wire. He was dressed in a white shirt with a grey tie. His trousers were the same grey and his feet were clad in black, leather shoes.
Slowly, the guard sipped from his steaming cup of coffee, making his glasses fog up. With a growl of annoyance, he takes them off and starts to wipe them with a small cloth he’d pulled from his breast pocket. As he did, a shadow nipped over the wall, using a sheet of some kind to cover the wire. It drops down and dashes to his small, lit booth. Just as he puts on his glasses, it vanishes out of sight, unspotted.
The guard goes back to his usual routine, only to be interrupted by a thin wire begin pulled around his neck, silencing him as he was garroted from behind. His body falls after a few more seconds struggle and a short woman with brown and pink hair steps out of the booth, dusting herself off, now dressed in a replica of the guard’s uniform. They put on the guard’s belt and casually stroll into one of the hangars, using the stolen ID to enter.
After gaining access, the woman makes short work of the two guards inside before subduing the only scientist on duty using a single strike of a glass coffee pot. Now alone, she smirks and strolls with a nonchalant attitude towards the container she was sent to retrieve. She quickly opens the containment and picks it up. Quickly, she leaves and exits using a jeep she took using a note to pass the gate guard and claiming she was “on a late shift snack run.”
And, like the sun at sundown, she vanished into the desert horizon… Now in possession of one of the most powerful unconventional weapons ever conceived and the only blueprints of how to make more…
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