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Arthur was frowning, his face wrinkled up with frown lines as he tried to blink his eyes out of a nightmare. He held the binoculars up to his eyes again before putting it back down, as if it would help make it disappear. This couldn't possibly happen. He held his binoculars back up to his eyes again as panic started to rise within him. He was all the way up on an outpost with only a sniper and a walkie-talkie. He looked around him and nothing seemed out of place, and neither did the camp directly behind him look out of place. There were only three outposts, and he realised the other two were occupied by sleeping agents. He silently cursed them as he looked back through the binoculars at the oncoming vehicles.

Checking that his sniper was loaded and silenced, he whip his walkie-talkie out of it's prison and started talking rapidly into it. "Err... Chief, We've got an oncoming convoy of 5." Pause. "No, sir." Another pause. "Yes, sir. There's two ambulances and 3..." he looked for words he can't seem to find. "Military vehicles. Yes, sir!" And with that, he pushed his walkie-talkie back into it's pouch before taking aim at one of the military trucks. He took a shot, his bullet not even penetrating the tire.He heard the alarm bells start to come up and running boots on the ground far behind him, but for once, he didn't look back. He simply jumped off the outpost into a river as the whole outpost exploded as a missile made impact.

Guilia was jerked out of her stupor as alarm bells started to ring shrill and loud as everyone rolled out of their cots and bolted to the safety hatch. She heard the walkie talkie conversation because she had snuck one from one of the not too bright agent and listened carefully to Agent 808s words. He didnt sound scared, just calmly stating the fact that they were under attack. She helped the smaller ones run to the safety hatch before getting death glared from mother's ripping their children away from the freak...the nomad of the group.

As soon as everyone was accounted for the heavy steel doors clanged as whoever the intruder was, medics or unknown enemy tried to break down the five layer door she jumped from the window seeing the main outpost explode as she landed in the river. Ducking her head under above the murky water she saw many missles attack and bullets swished through the surface as she ducked and darted. Not an easy thing with only three appendages. She saw a dark figure approach and grab her, freaking out she fought still holding her breath until she recognized the insignia on his coat. Agent 808.

Arthur was getting his vision adjusted to the water before he felt a sudden plunge in the water. He panicked for a moment, fearing it was one of the stupid moronic idiots that came to steal whatever body parts they want from him. He drew his knife, ready to fight to death until he realised the new intruder was indeed one of his people. He sheathed his knife back and started to swim towards her. Grabbing her seemed to scare her, but slowly he saw recognition dawn in her eyes as she stopped resisting.

Arthur signalled for her to get up for air, as he himself was about to drown from lack of oxygen. When they both came up, searchlights were already sweeping the area. He cursed them under his deep breaths just as his fellow friend came up for air. He glanced at her as he decided his options. "Look, I think I still have a sniper behind that bush over there," he said as he pointed to a bush not far from them. "I want you to take out the ambulance's tires. Don't worry, it's already silenced." He dove away without waiting for an answer, totally forgetting she already lost one arm.

Guilia was going to argue the fact that it took two freaking arms to hold a sniper! But he was gone before she could say anything. Pushing herself off the shore onto land she scooted herself to the bush where he directed her to and found the sniper rifle, silenced and ready for the attack. Biting her lip she constructed a tripod from a split in the trunk of the bush. Awkwardly steadying it with her shoulder she peered through the scope seeing the black ambulances and carefully blasted one of the front tires.

The ambulance spun out and crashed into the other vehicles creating a domino effect that thankfully, and by luck started a fuming explosion that caused Guilia to duck for cover as shrapnel flew and flames ignited the dry grasslands around the river. She wondered where Agent 808 had gotten to letting her mind dangerously wander as part of the bush caught fire. Panicking she did her only option and dove back into the river swimming desperately to a bridge overlook as she hid in the damp shadows.

Arthur was pulling out his pistol and hiding behind a tree, waiting to attack at the right moment before the ground rumbled and an explosion threw him off his feet. He staggered on the pavement as he tried to find his footing, wood and metal splinters flying his way, cutting him across all over. He placed his hands up to block anything from entering his eyelids or such as he held his ground. He quickly came to the conclusion of the girl he saw shooting one of the tires, just as she was told. She's more efficient than I thought, Arthur said to himself.

Everywhere started to seem brighter. All around the arm that was blocking his face from the tiny projectiles, light started to shine brightly. Agent 808 lowered his arm just in time to see one of the vehicles that was losing control was spinning and flipping his way. Or at least, what was left of it, was his thought before the vehicle crashed into him, sending him flying across the river and all the way to the camp site, his limp body landing on the ground with a sickening thump.

Guilia watched from the shadows as all of that played out in front of her. She winced as she saw his body land, crumpled in a heap. The shell of the car that hit him was floating in the now soot colored river like those extinct creatures she learned that died in pits of tar...She didnt know exactly what to do! She couldn't leave him, vulnerable and ready for the harvest. But he was much larger then her and pulling him to the safety hatch was not a viable option.

She waded to the edge watching out for anything else that would fly their way. And crawled to his body. Putting her finger to his carotid artery she thankfully felt a pulse, thready but there. She put her ear to his chest and sighed in relief...feeling his chest move and hearing his heart strongly pump blood. Looking over the river she found a door of one of the ambulances float to the shore, it was light and she easy pulled it to his body and rolled him onto it with some difficulty. She surveyed her work and began pushing the makeshift stretcher away from river and towards the camp site, sweat beaded down her forehead as she made the long trek to the safety hatch and opened it letting the stronger of the agents get him some help.

The other agents accepted his body, the chief pushing pass the growing crowd as they all circled to see who the unlucky fella was. The chief's eye twitched when he realised which agent it was: Agent 808. He started yelling commands over to the medics, although the medics weren't really listening, just doing what their supposed to do. They carried him deeper into the safety hatch, to a section made as an infirmary.

Time passed and everybody started to mind their own business, looking for each love ones or just standing in a corner, watching everyone else with self-pity. After about 30 minutes and of course, after sending out a scouter, he declared the area safe and everyone fled from the hatch, glad that they were able to finally get out.

On the other hand, though, Agent 808's pulse was dropping steadily, and no matter what the medics do, it didn't help an ounce. Even some drugs that was labelled dangerous for it's potency didn't help the dying agent.

Guilia just stayed out of the way as they rushed towards him, she did not even matter in the long run of things. She watched as everyone hugged and cried, talked and some even through the chaos slept. She heard the announcement that it was safe but didn't move as she watched from a distant them working on the chief's favorite. Agent 808 looked dead, and that was what kept the lump in her throat she didnt save him, even through all that effort all that strain and pain it meant nothing.

Finally tired of watching something that she already knew the ending to she moved away, climbing back up to the main floor of the safety hatch and grabbed her pack that was left on the hook ignored and battered as she was. Tugging on the zipper she pulled out some icy/hot rubbing it over her arm and back trying to get the sharp pains to settle and stop convulsing. She was so angry at herself for risking herself to save an Agent that wasn't going to survive. And the worst part of it all she wished it was her...because no one even blink an eye if she was gone.

The chief was going through emotional turmoil as he looked down at the rag-doll which represented the barely living Arthur. He lost all his family and Arthur was the closest thing he had; Arthur was like his son in many ways. He ran a frustrated hand through his hair as he watched his pulse on a screen, praying to God for some justice. Just this once. But nothing came; no help from God. Instead, he was met with the devil as dread filled him from head to toe as the machine beeped a steady signal. Agent 808 was dead.

Tears were at the brim of his eyes, but he didn't let it show. He simply reached out and covered Arthur's forehead, whispering words of prayer for his dying omen. The chief stood up and stepped back, nodded at the guards and turned his back to his adopted son since 8 years ago. He finally resigned himself to is office to right a record as the other agents zipped Agent 808's body up in a body bag after dismantling the machine from him.

Guilia felt her heart jolt painfully in her chest as she heard the steady pitch of the flatline. She couldn't control the tears that rushed to her eyes, she couldn't understand where they had even come from! She didn't know him, sure everyone knew of the famous Agent 808 but she didn't know him enough to merit herself crying for his death. She punched the wall angrily letting out a sound of frustration, the metal contorted at the heavy blow but it still didnt take away all the emotions rushing to her.

She wanted to take back the idiotic decision to cause the crash and explosion she wanted to not have been a coward hiding in the shadows, she could have thrown his body aside something! She honestly would give anything to take back the last hours, but life didnt work that way. She went to the chief's office and without saying a word lay her pack and insignia on the desk and left the colony.

((Lol this could really be a dramatic end for an rp... but I hope it hasnt end?

Anyway, I gtg and I'll reply as soon as I can log in hrough my com. Ciao))

((I hope it hasn't! It just started!!! Ahh you are tearing me apart by killing Arthur just so you know!

Anyways enjoy your day :) arrivederci!))

((I didnt understand the last word, but... adios, mon amigo! And enjoy life... if its possible.))

((It's goodbye in Italian :) and you as well!))

((Wait, u r from italy?)

((Nope, I'm not. Just learning the language and have been a couple of times))

((Where do u live?))

((Utah, USA))

((Oh...))

The guards were already zipping the body bag of Agent 808 when Arthur suddenly started to spasm. The guards' eyes widened and they let out a little yelp as they jumped back in both shock and surprise. The guards and a few medics were the only one to witness the scene, and the guards nodded to each other in silent agreement. One ran out to report the event whereas the other started to yell commands at the medics as he unzipped the body bag.

The chief burst through the infirmary doors to find Arthur getting patched up to the stupid machine that announced his death mere moments ago. Now, it had yet another steady rhythm going, although far too weak to be of much notice had they been testing his pulse through physical contact. The medics were working with efficiency the chief never saw before, and was determined if they could save him, he'll treat them somehow.

((Sorry mine was short. It's hard to write a long one if it's all about drama))

((It wasn't short :) ))

Guilia wandered outside folding herself in her jacket, it was getting briskly cold outside as the night started to creep up. She was deep in thought as she surveyed the wreckage trying not to think about the body bag or his pale dead face. She tripped over a piece of the ambulance and let out a cry as she fell face first groaning in pain. Turning to look at what she tripped on she gasped seeing a container of prevcious medicines and tools. Things that the colonies medics couldn't get without risking their lives.

Excitedly she collected the glass bottles and gathered them in her pockets while carefully bundling the syringes and surgical tools in a safe manner that wouldn't prick her while running back to the camp. Her hands were bloody from the broken glass and she went back to the safe haven and down to the infirmary laying them out so that they could just find them and she could stay anonymous. But she gasped seeing a ghost, Agent 808 was lying back on the cot...the machines beeping measuring his pulse.

They already shocked him seven times, but his heart rate only increased by a margin. 18 beats/minute. Everybody was sweating from either anxiety or exertion. The chief had his grim face on, all but unreadable. The doctors and medics were rushing around, looking for medicines or trying to think a solution up to save the dying soul laying before them. Two guards were watching the commotion in one corner, expression as unreadable. But they had a twinge of anger in their eyes.

The guards were betrayers to the camp. Spies if you will. One was slightly taller than the other and they both wore caps and glasses with a little shade to them. Their insignia was real and official; but their agenda wasn't. 2 years down the line and they have been giving vital information to their enemies, to those who steal their people and limbs but couldn't care less. Of course, they had their own hidden reasons as to why they saved Agent 808.

Guilia was frustrated that they hadn't seen these life saving medications she grabbed a steel syringe and plunge it into the rubber stopper of a steroid. She pulled the plunger slowly and tapped the side taking care of the air bubbles she didnt know how to give it to the rushing medics that were so hectic they didnt even know what they had tried or not. It was just so ridiculous that emotions were ruling this code and pushed one aside and jammed the needle deep into the chest cavity and made it past the pleura injecting the steroid before being shoved to the ground and scolded viciously by a doctor.

She didnt care if she was in trouble or not, she just stared at the monitor and watched amazed as the jagged EKG lines went higher and more frequent.

((Gtg ttyl))

((Bye))

Arthur's head buzz. It buzzed to badly it felt like his head was producing a mini earthquake. He still couldn't feel anything. Where am I? Why is it so dark? What is that annoying beeping sound? Why do I hear whispers? Are hands touching me? All those thoughts came to his mind within the second before he suddenly gasped as he tried to sit up straight, but failed and his head hit the pillow beneath him.

The medics who are oblivious to the incident were still rushing to find an antidote from the cupboards; the antidote to save him from the drug. But the other medics just stood there, stunned as the scene unravelled before them. Time snapped back to them and they rushed to get water and comfort him, checking his health and heart rate, all the while keeping a record of everything.

Guilia felt a smile trying to sneak on her face but she composed herself and stood off the hard ground. Her appearance was to say the least ghastly her hand was just covered in blood, her eyes bloodshot and tired from all the crying she pulled her hair away from her face and left knowing she did a good deed. Yay for her. Suddenly she felt a hand grab her arm and she was startled to see one of the guards have a painfully tight grip on her. What did she do?

Arthur wanted to groan and whine like a pussy, but unfortunately, he couldn't. His muscles and oesophagus felt as if lava was going through them, not to mention the pounding earthquake exploding throughout his skull.

((Want me to be the guard? =P))

((That would be excellent if you don't mind?))

((Haha))

The guard silently placed a cloth over her mouth, holding her in his vice grip as he waited for the drug to take effect and make her fall asleep. She didn't offer much resistance, considering the confusion she was in. Soon, she slumped against his arms and he signalled for his assistant to carry out Plan A. The other guard pulled an empty box out and the first guard dropped her into the box. Closing the lid, they pretended to carry cargo through the camp like any other person would.

Guilia lay crumpled up in the box. Her bag and jacket left by Arthur's bed the guards werent careful about not leaving a trail. She was angry that she didnt fight back just let the guy drug her...well she wouldn't be wanted she was already maimed they liked the perfect ones.

The guards carried her and hen dumped her in their allocated private space. They left as if nothing happened. They would have to contact their boss and see what he wanted them to do.

Arthur was not accepting the water. It just stayed in his mouth, not a ripple of water appearing. It was as if he was dead once again. Problem was, he was alive and he wasn't in a coma, nor was he paralysed. His terrified eyes confirmed that.

Guilia tumbled painfully on the hard cement she groaned her head feeling like it was going to implode! Her vision was foggy but she was in some kind of warehouse it looked like, boxes everywhere, leaky pipes and mold. She looked around for the guards and worked on untying her feet trying to stay quiet. Her head throbbed though.

The guards reappeared through the doors to the infirmary just as the chief was looking for them. "Where's that girl that injected the drugs into him?" he demanded. The guards started to sweat, but they remained cool and simply shrugged nonchalantly.

Guilia reassessed her surroundings and found a door that wasn't bolted shut. She pounded on it till it came lose and hoisted herself up though her muscles screamed at her to stop. She realized they were close to the infirmary and snuck there grabbing a pistol for defense as she eavesdropped on her captures...they werent guards.

((I gtg see ya tomorrow!))

((Bye!))

((Sayonara!))

((Ciao))

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Arthur's body was molten feverish by the next half an hour, and you could have cooked an egg had you cracked one over him. The cool cloth sizzled slightly (It's getting kinda exaggerated and fictional...) and just warmed after dabbing his skin just a few times. The guards were watching on with amusement as he watched how Agent 808 suffered a slow, presumably, death. Of course, the chief was still keeping his face grim.

Guilia watched frustrated, no matter what she did he didn't get any better! And she didnt know why it was turning into such a struggle, such a passion of hers but it was. Those guards did something to him and she didnt know what...but she knew she had to reverse it, it was irritating watching him die when she kept risking herself to save him. Stay alive you! She hissed in her mind and crept back in past the guards turning to the chief "you asked for me sir?"

((Back on my phobe sry...))

The guards jumped as they saw an unexpected visitor enter the building, faces growing slightly pale as they hoped as hell that she would just shut up about anything related to them. How the heck she was able to get out was a mystery of the history. The chief's hands were itching to wrap around her neck and straggle her to death. "What, if you're so inclined to answer, did you jab him with?"