Brian, slowly emerging from his shocked unconciousness, opens his eyes to Surge's comments and the low pain that is soon becoming sharp. "Rnnggh...Damn well better...Sir." he added to be formal.
Wyatt shrugged, "We don't have a stretcher, the semi was meant to be a warmachine that didn't lose a man...though..." he started to think, "We do have a Mark 1780 sniper rifle in its case...that's about as long as we need..." he told Julian, pressing a button to open the rear of the semi. The back was facing away from everyone, so all that could be heard was the electric whirring of the back rasing. After it was opened, Wyatt placed the steel ball into the clamps and, with Surge's help holding the sponge, carefully lowered and placed the ball into Brian's body. From the briefcase, Wyatt began to control the automatic ball. Inside the boy's body and under the sponge, the ball began to expand and, with the cameras showing Wyatt what he was doing, the ball slowly began to detach different tubes, one expanding to the large hole in his heart, crawling itself into the boy's failing organ. As it settled itself, it began to pump the boys blood. "There...that's good for a couple days until we can get him to a hospital for the real surgery."
***
The girl doesn't move to stop Chris grabbing her comm headset, which has since fallen to the ground, replaced by the headphones of the invaders. "Who is this?" is the only response, its sharp and there's a color of fear in the voice.
***
The old man chuckled a little, "No...my daughter was born to much more greatness. Her name is Shaylin. Though you may know her as
The Hierarch." Before the shock could be processed, the escape pod doors slammed shut and with a jerk Charlotte was jettisoned out into space, the impossibly large space station, resembling the moon and moving with its orbit...which would explain not having seen it ever. The space capsule with Giselle remained floating in the air, staying with the space station...which meant the situation on Earth wasn't finished. The boosting of thrusters aimed Charlottes flying pod to faster speeds into the atmosphere. "
Time to Earth. 60 seconds." a computerized voice spoke through the speakers as the little girl plummeted towards the American continent.
***
"Because we're not stupid." the fox girl barked quickly, growling at the mention of the girls. "How can a species survive without the two genders mingling? It can't." she began to pace as a wolf girl moved to Alex's side to tend to his bleeding shoulder with a salve that almost made the pain go away, it looked like a mix of mud and pine needles and oak leaves or something. "The girls," again the fox girl growled, "Made our change permanent to enforce their domination on us...but we've escaped and plan on surviving this idiotic war. You boys have every right to survive just like we do."
***
Stanley had been at the supply station awaiting new orders from his upper for the last couple days. The underground outpost had remained unmolested by military activity since its installment nearly two years ago and there was plenty of food to go around. There were a couple weapons, nothing to hold off a unit, but just simple sets of pistols and knives. Everything else was hidden behind the storage cupboards, but in them was everything a saboteur ever needed. The monitor flickered revealing the Saboteur symbol:
"Greetings agent 47." an altered voice spoke, "No doubt you're wondering why the wait. For some unknown reason, bases across the nation have been attacked by unknown invaders. It is unsure what this is accomplishing for either side, but we suspect it may be a third party. This may be a perfect opportunity to deal a crippling wound to the girls. With them distracted you, Agent, will be able to sabotage one of the girl's prime machinations of destruction: Their Femme X Factory." there is a long pause, "This mission is almost assured suicide." the voice starts. "You will not be remembered if you fall during the mission. This mission has a 1% success chance. There is no turning back. You are a Saboteur. You are invisible. You are no one. And everyone's hope." It always said this, so the threat was old hat. And the symbol was gone. The resounding click in the small depot signified that the desk in the center, which remains utterly locked until briefing is finished, was now open for perusal.