Leo was standing in front of the window of the cell, his hands in his long coat pockets, he stood there staring at the prisoner, Gunther Hermann. Gunther was a mechanically augmented UNATCO agent. His body was his weapon, arms, legs and even his head had chrome plating protruding out of his skin, he stood tall like a giant, his eyes were augmented too, he had two round ocular augmentations inserted into his eye sockets, which left him with two perfectly round red glowing domes protruding from his face. All these implants had left his skin looking an unhealthy grey colour and his face looking bitter and stern. Gunther stood there staring back through his "head-light" eyes, breathing in slowly through his barrel drum of a chest, the six foot seven agent said nothing and did nothing just simply awaited his rescue.
Decker approached the colonel and was about to spout off a lot of technical reports but Leo spoke first.
"Look at him, the UNATCO mech" Leo said " Addicted to making himself, improving himself, to be a better killing machine, all he is doing is killing himself inside." Decker stood behind the colonel as if to shield himself from the mechs stare. "It's a shame what some humans are driven to, because of their insecurities" Leo looked at his small wristwatch. "It's time for the shipments to get on their way and time for you to go." Decker nodded and threw his satchel over his shoulder and patted Leo's shoulder. "I'll see you around some time" Decker said then proceeded out of the holding room and to the entrance. Time to go Decker thought Time to go…
Battery Park was fast approaching on the horizon as the speedboat Decker was in followed the other two boats in the convoy. "Three minutes" came a call from the front of the boat. The eight men in the boat checked and loaded their sawn-offs, and stolen UNATCO standard issue assault rifles, then pulled down their masks and visors. Decker pulled out a small revolver, which he wore in his chest gun holster. One off the NSF members looked at Decker.
"Want something a bit more powerful, Pops" he said laughing gently under his mask.
"This will be sufficient" Decker replied looking back at him coldly. The boat pulled up to the dock, the other two were already being unloaded. The NSF got off quickly and fetched the small suitcase trolleys probably robbed from some airport.
The Ambrosia canisters were wheeled down a small dark passageway to an old storage hut. The NSF waited outside in a large group, Decker stood near the back holding his precious satchel close to his heart.
"Shall I do the honours?" one of the rebels asked.
"Jus' hurry up you prick! Freezing my bollocks off standing out here!" shouted the other, which caused a few laughs and groans from the others. The one standing by the wall turned a key and unlocked what looked like a fuse box. Inside was a keypad 9…1…8…3… was punched in and the nearby soda machine slide open. One by one the men all disappeared down to newly opened passageway. Decker stood there momentarily staring deep into the black void where the voices were heard in the distance. Then he entered and descended down the cold dark staircase. From now on he was a fugitive, on the run from UNATCO.
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