Friday, 5th of December 2020. Trinity high school. 2300 hours. Lynn and Clara's room.
Clara was looking at her table. Not because she was learning, but because it was the first phase of Lynn's plan. She just wanted to say goodbye to her old school. She was in her combat loadout.
"Lynn, are you sure this is a good idea?" Clara asked as she lifted a big backpack that contained Lynn's bionic limbs.
"Yeah, there's no time to waste. The kidnapper could be here at any minute and you need every bit of time to escape," Lynn said as there were a lot of cars in front of the dormitory.
"Good luck, let's just hope this plan works or you're fucked," Clara said as Lynn gave her eye and smartphone away. She couldn't risk the tech to be discovered. Clara put the eye in a special container and the phone in her magazine pocket. Clara said her goodbye before she opened the window of that room.
Lynn went to the bed again. Clara went to the window and rappelled outside of the door. Her objective was Lynn's car since it was her request. She took the rope away from that window and begun sneakily walked to Lynn's car.
It didn't take too long until someone suddenly entered their room and kidnapped Lynn. Now things started getting complicated. The one who kidnapped Lynn was armed guards that were most likely to be special forces.
'Shoot them all? Hmm, it might be best for me to just hide and waited for them to go past me,' Clara said and she hid between the bushes.
She saw multiple black men walking out of the dormitory. They were carrying Lynn inside a body bag. They put Lynn inside a car's trunk and drove away from that school, but there was one problem.
"Search the perimeter! Her friend is gone!" One of the spec-ops soldiers said.
'shit,' Clara thought and she looked that some of the soldiers were wearing night-vision goggles. It wouldn't take too long for them until they found Clara.
Clara took a drastic measure, she called the air support since it was the most useful support at that moment. She called Patrick.
"Damnit Clara, this is eleven in the evening," Patrick said on his phone.
"Patrick, I need air surveillance right now!" Clara said on her phone.
"Ok, I'll be there in two minutes. Mind telling me what's going on?" Patrick asked.
"Can't do. Be quick, these guys are spec-ops," Clara said as she closed her phone and pulled out her assault rifle in case someone approached her. She only waited while the black men started opening the bushes, searching for her.
One minute and the soldiers had searched near her. It would only buy her some more minutes if she started shooting at them. Staying quiet was the best option at that point since she could clearly see that the soldiers had moved too close to her.
"Delta, did you bring an A/G missile?" Clara asked as she put her rifle in front of her shoulder.
"Yes, you're on my FLIR now. If you want to run, this is the best time to do so," Patrick said and Clara heard the voice of a jet flying above her head. She moved outside of the bush and started shooting at the special forces soldier.
Patrick: "Bombs away."
A bomb was dropped from the fighter jet and fell down two hundred meters away from Clara. Patrick was bombing the reinforcement that was waiting at the school gate.
Patrick: "Move to the southeast. You should find the least amount of resistance there."
Clara ran to the southeast direction as the spec op soldiers fired bullets at her. Clara ran to that direction and she was stuck. There was nowhere to run since there was a wall there.
Patrick: "Get down. Pickle!"
A missile was fired at the wall far away from Clara and blasted it away. The missile made a hole in that wall that perfectly fit Clara. But there was another problem, that hole led to the river near the school.
Patrick: "Did you pack a combat diver loadout?"
Clara: "I did, but are you sure?"
Patrick: "Just go. This river led to the ocean. I'll pick you up there. Don't worry, the river is deep enough for you to remain undetectable."
Clara grabbed her smartphone and immediately changed into a combat diver loadout. The special forces continued shooting at her and Clara immediately jumped to the deep dark river.
She jumped inside the water and started diving down on that river while watching at the oxygen level of the tank. She needed to make sure to have enough oxygen so she could reach the sea safely.
Patrick: "Two hours swim. The rebreather should be more than enough."
She immediately breathed in the air from the rebreather. The water would obstruct the soldiers' vision since the water was cold. The waist computer on her wrist said that she had ten hours of O2 supply.
She continued swimming on the dark river while she tracked Lynn with the tracker that was injected into her body. It seemed that he was taken outside of the town according to the tracker.
Patrick: "Airstrike inbound."
Multiple explosions could be heard from afar. Patrick bombed the special force soldiers' car with A-G missiles. He wanted to make a good distraction so the soldiers would divide their attention to him instead of Clara that was escaping.
She noticed that pieces of walls were falling down into the river. Now Clara wondered whether Patrick bombed the whole school complex or not, but she had no idea. Patrick was one of the former students there, so he knew the realities there.
Clara continued swimming as she held her APS assault rifle on her hands. She would use it in case someone decided to pursue her from behind. The water outlet was 30 kilometers away. She had a lot of distance to cover.
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Saturday, 6th of December 2020. Trinity high school. 0300 hours. Beach located near the water outlet.
Patrick was waiting near his car in a military uniform. He was wearing a woodland camo pattern with a face paint so no one would recognize him. Clara approached the beach with her scuba gear.
"How's the swim?" Patrick asked as Clara approached Lynn's car.
"It was long. Where's the jet and why are you wearing woodland?" Clara asked.
"Well, for starter, when I said that I wanted to divide your attention. I just carpet-bombed the whole school and left the dormitory standing. After that, I teleported to the ground and ambushed the spec-ops soldiers," Patrick said as he showed some of the bullets that hit his bulletproof vest.
"Hmm, so you want to cover me? Ok, but why Lynn's car is here?" Clara asked as she released her scuba gear.
"It's obvious, isn't it? Her car is expensive as fuck," Patrick said as he looked at Clara. He knew that she was hiding something from him, but he had a vague idea about what happened.
Patrick hummed, "Let me guess, that death seeker come up with a crazy plan and asked for your cooperation?"
"Huh? How did you know?" Clara was surprised by that statement.
"Lynn and death are like something that can't be separated at all. I'm her boyfriend, why should I don't know that?" Patrick said as he interrogated Lynn.
Clara sighed, "Well, Lynn has one personal request, but I have no idea why."
"Sure, what was Lynn's request?" Patrick asked. He just hoped that Lynn's request wasn't that complicated.
"He wants Lizeth to rescue her," Clara said.
Patrick's face clearly showed that his reaction was, "What the fuck? Why?"
"I don't know. She said that you must finish something that you started," Clara said as Patrick scratched his head.
"Ok, I respect her request, but where is she?" Patrick asked.
"Idk, the tracker hasn't stopped moving yet," Clara said as she showed the location on her waist computer.
"I see. Well, contact me once you have formulated a good enough plan. I'll see you later," Patrick said as he opened Lynn's car and drove away from that beach. Clara was now alone with her scuba gear, "gee, now where should I live?" Clara spawned her car.
The beach was quite empty and no one would spot a car in the middle of the beach. Clara decided to just sleep in the car for that night since she didn't have any place to return.