Stacey Forsythe was C.U.R.E's leader; A controversial movement that considers Zombies to be more than mindless animals; they were individuals, they were after all, once human. Maybe at some point in the future, they could even be cured - how was this any better than murder?
Walking into C.U.R.E's temporary hide out, she was met by Craig "Hey Stacey... there's someone on the line that wants to talk to you. They didn't mention a name."
Great. That's always a good sign. She picked up the phone. "Hey, this is Stacey. You said you needed to talk to me?"
"I've got something you want. All you need to do is get something for me..."
Stacey was immediately suspicious. "I'm listening." The voice continued.
"Information on what's causing these outbreaks. This might be closer to home than you think..." The voice trailed off.
"What? What are you talking about?" Stacey wondered if this was an accusation, or a statement.
"No more info until you get what I want."
"And what is it you want, exactly? C.U.R.E isn't exactly loaded... we're struggling to finance ourselves as it is. If you're expecting some kind of paymen-"
The source cut her off. "I need a device. A prototype device, to be exact. Its designation is X-01. It's located in the warehouse closest to the gate - once you get it, i'll give you further directions."
They hung up. Stacey wasn't left much of a choice. Shadow Ops weren't exactly foreign to her, but during her stint in C.U.R.E, this wasn't exactly normal.
She arrived at the facility at sunset. Dressed in all black she hoped this would be enough. The violence toward the undead needed to stop, and she needed answers.
She flung a grapple hook over the wall. For a corporation like this they sure were lax on security. Or maybe they were arrogant enough to believe no one would try something like this. Either way, she needed to get in and out as soon as possible.
Sneaking into the designated warehouse, there were sparse patrols, almost a skeleton crew. What was going on here, were they pulling out? They couldn't be...
Her communcatior was vibrating, indicating the device was nearby. There were a stack of black crates labeled "X-01 PROTOTYPE - HANDLE WITH CARE." Bingo. Carefully removing the top, there it was - The X-01 prototype. Its crimson sheen almost mesmerizing Stacey, she shook her head, focusing. "So this is what all the fuss is about, huh?" She picked up the device, it was heavier than it looked. Hooking it to her waist, she made a quick exit of the facility.
Back in the hideout, she examined the device properly. There were instructions on the side; What kind of device exactly *was* this? And why did the anonymous source need it so badly? Those were questions the needed to be
answered tomorrow. For now, her curiosity got the better of her.
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.10 seconds at 3:58am on Feb 02, 2025 via server WEBX1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author
