Whispers on an Undying World

It is Time

After reporting all of what they learned the military took their plans into consideration, but the one that Micha proposed was the craziest. Let the kids walk them out. It was immediately disregarded but not forgotten. The plan that everyone agreed to was to complete the bugging, the spent the day choosing which parts of the city they were going to hit in the morning.

At dawn Micha was woken up to put together the weapons and get to the assembled team, she was tired but got her field gear together which included climbing gear and easily accessible weapons. Her trigger release grappling hook was well hidden; in fact no one would know that she was capable of scaling a four story building if she didn’t point it out.

This group was different than before, there were men that didn’t wear riot gear and looked closer to off duty soldiers than the rest of them. It was only after she was thrown into a helicopter and brought to a tent for briefing that she understood that they were a special unit. It consisted of four guys and a woman that had half her head shaved. Although each one of them were different, somehow they clicked. Starting from the left was a man that was covered in tattoos from head to toe, his hair was pulled back into a tight pony tail and his skin was a warm honey tone, most likely Hawaiian descent. Next was a guy that looked like a model with sharp brown eyebrows but stylized gray hair that looked like he was getting ready for a fashion show. The constant bored look made Micha wonder how he was even on the team, but it was his skater boy look that confused her the most.

The man next to him had soft blond hair that was brushed lightly and wore black rimmed glasses that made his blue eyes sparkle; he looked like he walked out of an office building with a button up long sleeve shirt and blue jeans. Lastly was the Flynn Rider right next to the African American woman, his hair was near perfect as he chatted with the woman complete with broad shoulders and a smirk.

The last member of the group was a woman that looked to be in charge, she looked like she was in her early thirties with deep reddish-purple hair. Her natural wave could be seen but it was twisted halfway back, though different than what Micha was accustomed to, the woman’s hair was perfect. The woman wore a loose white tank top with a sports bra underneath, along with a pair of black cargo pants. Regardless of her attire, Micha knew the look in the woman’s eye meant she meant business.

When Micha walked the room went silent.

Micha was escorted by some men in uniform that left as soon as she was delivered; no one else was there which Micha immediately understood that sometime during the night the plan was changed. The men moved into action as the woman walked up to her, they got their gear together while the woman talked.

“How you managed to get yourself on this team is incomprehensible however now that we were given no choice, I’m going to make myself very clear. If you are a liability, you are put on the first Heli we can get out there. Understood?” Her straightforwardness was charming so Micha nodded. “Good, get out of those clothes and get into these.”

Holding up her hand, Micha refused the clothes. “It may not look like it but this is full sneak gear. Name it and I most likely have it on me or in the bag.”

The woman stared at her with slight annoyance, a row of purple twisted hair shifted over her shoulder. “You are wearing leggings, shorts, and a vest. You do not have everything.”

Pointing at her gun, Micha said. “Shoot me in the leg.”

That cracked her shell. “Dr. Rosenberg was correct; shooting someone is your first response.”

Smiling Micha nodded. “It doesn’t look like it but this is light weight Kevlar. I can be shot with anything under a 36 with only bruising. I would rather wear my gear because I made it; also my backpack has gear that is helpful so I’m keeping that as well.”

Raising her eyebrow, she threw the clothes down on a chair then crossed her arms. “If you die then it’s on you.”

Nodding, Micha offered the duffel bag she was carrying to her. “Yes Ma’am.”

Grabbing the bag, the woman opened it up to look at it. “These are the guns?”

“Yes, there are thirty-two long range and fifty close range bullets. I also have an amplifier in there so we get the clearest information. In the dead zones I’ll be putting those up so we don’t miss information.”

“What’s in your bag?”

“Grappling gear, horizontal and vertical. First aid and blood vials, if we have time I wanted to take blood samples to get them back to the lab. But only if you give the clear.”

There was a long awkward pause before the woman spoke. “Would you answer me if I asked where you got the technology or materials to make this little suit of yours?”

“I’d tell you a half truth. If I tell you the full truth I lose more than I gain.”

“Ok.” She sat back on the desk she had been leaning against. Micha understood that what she said would mean the difference in how this woman would treat her for the rest of the mission.

“I salvaged most of the materials from a junk yard I work at. I made most of my tech, some of it was made by close allies. I however can’t tell you where I got the more valuable items.” Micha paused then crossed her arms. “Unfortunately that’s all I can tell you, for obvious reasons.”

“Are you more worried about you losing everything or your insider?”

“Them.”

The woman gave her a strange look. “Why?”

“Does it matter?”

“To me it does.”

Micha looked at her dark eyes and knew it did matter more than the woman was letting on. “I can lose everything, in some ways I already have. They can’t. Nor should they have to.”

After that everything seemed to fly by, soon they were on the outskirts of the second wall. Everyone had been silent until then, it was only when Miles, the woman in charge, went to talk to the border patrol. That was when they introduced themselves. The Hawaiian was Bustamante, the slick was Stone, the boyish was Jonas, and Rider went by Strider.

They had been overseas on a mission that they refused to elaborate on when they were called back. Strider was the least talkative while Stone was the most talkative although Micha found it highly annoying when he kept brushing through his hair.

“Ok, recap. We are going to go from roof top to roof top until we get close to the section A, C and G. Then we are shooting some of the infected before moving on to the school in the south district? After that we are sending a smoke cloud to air lift them out before the infected catch wind of it?” Micha looked over at Jonas, thinking of him as the most reliable of the group. “There really isn’t room for error in that plan. What happens if there’s a mistake?”

Looking at her through his glasses, he had a glazed look on. “Wing it I suppose.” After a moment he smiled. “That’s why we were called in, we are the special unit tagged as the Wing it’s.”

Scoffing, Micha patted him on the shoulder. “I think I’ll get along well with you guys.”

Miles trotted up and informed them that it was time to go. Her twisted purple hair was pulled back into a high pony. How she walked said everything Micha needed to know.

It’s go time.

Miles had everyone circle up, her arms crossed she looked at each one of them in the eye. “Today’s outing involves many moving parts, it’s critical that none of them gets jammed or wires get cross. Jonas, Stone, and Bustamante you cover our backs. Strider, you and Anderson focus on getting us the hell out of there. Thomas and I will keep the kids safe.” Her English accent was thick, Micha couldn’t figure out if it was because she was scared or excited. “To be clear, any of you fail we all die.” Her gaze stopped on Micha.

Stone broke the silence. “I think we all want to not die today.”

Bustamante held a fist out to Miles. “Not dying.”

Miles smirked and hit his hand. “Not dying.”

Jonas was next, Stone, Strider, Thomas and Micha was the last. “Not dying.”

“Let’s go.” She looked mad but under that she was proud of her boys.

The first thing they were to do was jump to the adjacent building, the gap was over four feet but the drop was three stories. Turning to Micha, Miles spoke. “If you want to turn around now is the time to speak up.”

Shaking her head, Micha looked her in the eye. “I’m in until the end. Let’s stop wasting time and get this started.”

“A girl after my own heart, let’s go.” Miles was the first to jump across, quickly followed by Stone, Thomas and Jonas. Bustamante and Strider were at the rear, making sure Micha kept pace with their speed. She was surprised at how quick the pace was.

Somehow Micha thought that they would play it safer, running was drawing attention from at least the rooms directly beneath them.

Four roof tops later and they did their first hundred foot glide. Micha switched on third eye before they started so she was able to track everything of importance. Each of them had their own headsets so she was able to track where they were with little blue tear drops, similar to player icons in video games. She also put up bubbles for their targets, and lines between each section so they constantly knew where they were.