0017 looked up at the girl. A human. She tilted her head. "Has the sanctuary been taken over?" Curiosity was definitely not the first trait someone would think about when they thought of an Angel. In fact, it wasn't allowed. Which might have been why 0017 was in chains. "Will you release me?"
Lynn stepped into view, and muttered a curse at the sight of the chains. "Someone hurry and get them off. My patch is failing, and they'll find me in the network soon. We have to be out before then." He said, rapidly typing on the device, his lower lip caught between his teeth.
The look of shock immediately disappeared off Aya’s face. She knelt down and started sawing the chains with a quick efficiency. “We’re here to save you, Aya said to the robot. “That’s all you need to know for now.”
"Yeah, we're the good guys," Micah told 0017, trying to use her dagger to cut through the chains on the robot's other side. It didn't work, and she stopped, looking over at how quickly Aya was doing it. "How are you doing that? My dagger won't cut through it at all."
She raised her knife for half a second, showing the serrated edges. “Reinforced and tempered steel,” she said, “can cut through most things if used properly.” She slipped the knife back into its sheath and snapped the small remainder of the chain the rest of the way with her hands before starting on the next one.
"Damn, I should've thought of that," Micah muttered as she watched Aya work. Her gaze flickered over to Lynn who looked really stressed and worried, which made her stressed and worried. "Come on," she murmured. "Aya, come on."
Lynn bit his lip. "Micah." He said, eyes snapping to her. "I need you to lead these two out. I'm going to get into their main system, hack into one of the robots, and lead them on a chase." He said rapidly. "They fixed my patch. We have…maybe minutes until they reboot the system and see us. I'm going to get back in and take down the cameras, but i need to divert their attention. Got it?" Without waiting for answer, he ducked out, going to a computer terminal down the hallway, plugging into it and typing quickly.
0017 was free from the chains. She was analyzing the humans and their situation as best as she could. "Are you taking me with you? Where are we going?" her question was not directed at one single person, she seemed to be asking everyone.
"Somewhere safe," Micah told the robot. "Come on." She rose and stepped into the hallway, taking a walking a few feet before she realized no one was following her. She ducked back into the room. "I said come on! Lynn's not going to be able to hold them off for long. We need to leave now."
0017 nodded once. They are a human, but I must obey them. She started to follow Micah, walking right alongside her.
Lynn was still at the computer terminal down the hallway, holding a tool in his mouth as he rapidly typed, sending some of the alien drones spiraling down at the ones who had come to investigate the break in.
Aya stood between them. “Micah, start taking the Angel out. I’ll stay with Lynn until we can go. Hurry!”
"I can't leave you guys!" Micah argued, not moving. "What if you don't make it out? You might need my help, I can't go!"
“We’ll be out in a second as long as we move quickly. Go. Besides,” she gave a quick grin, “I’m ready for anything that could be thrown at me.” Seeing that Micah wasn’t moving she continued, seriousness in her voice instead of lightheartedness. “We don’t matter to Command. It’s the mission that does. We lose the Angel and it’s worth nothing. I’ll stand guard and we’ll go. But you need to make the mission a success. Now go.” And there’s was a sternness in her tone like that of a commanding officer.
Micah frowned, ready to argue again, but Aya's tone made her realize that arguing wouldn't help anything. She had to get the Angel out. It was supposed to be the only thing that mattered. But as she looked my Aya's stern face, to Lynn frantically working at the computer, she knew that there was something else that mattered too. "Alright, I'll go. But you have to promise me that you'll make it out. That both of you will make it out."
Lynn wasn't paying attention, clicking at the computer rapidly. There were shouts from down the hallway, and he muttered a curse. "I'm closing the blast doors along one side of the hallway." He told them, and the doors slid shut with a boom. It wasn't blocking the way out, but it would keep them from being attacked.
0017 was still examining the humans. The way they spoke, the way they moved. Each person here seemed to be unique. She said nothing, only following their orders. 'It isn't your job to ask questions or make suggestions.' The words of her discipline officer rang through her head.
Aya nodded, “Promise”
Micah gave her a small smile. “Come on,” she told 0017. They set off down the hallway, but before they turned a corner, Micah looked back to her team. No not just her team. Her friends. She whispered a quiet, “Be careful. I’ll see you guys soon,” before turning the corner and leaving her friends behind.
Lynn kept tapping furiously at the keypad, his lower lip caught between his teeth. He had managed to intercept their chain of command, the messages they sent, and was wreaking havoc by typing messages of utter nonsense and flooding them with it.
The droning of incoming robot was coming nearer. For a second Aya’s trained expression slipped. “We almost done?” she asked tensely.
Micah led 0017 through the maze of hallways, keeping watch for other Angels. So far there was nothing. Everything was quiet. A bit too quiet for her liking. She started moving faster, eyes flickering, making sure 0017 stayed behind her. She hoped Aya and Lynn were doing alright. Aya had promised her they'd both make it out okay, and she trusted her. But she didn't like this place. Not at all. And for good reason. They turned another corner, and came face to face with Angels. Not just one or two, which she could handle, but a whole squadron. "Alright," Micah muttered. "Guess we'll have to fight our way out." She raised her dagger, and charged.
0017 looked at Micah. Charging at my kind is not the smartest thing to do. Fortunately for 0017, her number is below the 100's, which makes her stronger than the others (but also more prone to malfunctions). Should I help? She looked at the girl named Micah again. They said they would help me…
0017 sprinted towards them, joining the battle. She made quick work of them, especially with Micah on her side.
(Also I just realized that I've never explained what Angels do/ how they fight. I feel like it's important for y'all to know that so I'll go find my paragraph about them really quick)
Lynn glanced up. "Almost." He said around the tool in his mouth. "Just let me…there!" He punched a key, and leapt away from the computer terminal as sparks shot out of it. He grinned in an almost mad way. "I just fritzed out every damn computer on the network. Now they can't do anything until they fix them all."
A grin almost flashed to Aya’s face. “Good.” She held out her hand to raise Lynn up, already preparing to dash after the others.