Coming back to consciousness, Victoria tried to make sense of what was happening but all she heard was noise and all she felt was pain. The noise resolved into gunfire and the pain was more than stiff muscles but she couldn’t waste the time thinking about it. Opening her eyes, she saw a slight form standing a few feet away on the other side of the knee wall she had been leaning against. Either
The person was wearing dark urban camouflage complete with a helmet holding some sort of submachinegun and firing bursts of bullets between speaking in short, terse sentences into what must be a helmet mic.
“Seven on my three, at least that many circling to my six. Where the hell are you Charming? No Princess is down; repeat Princess is down. Had to break cover am directly engaged.”
Waiting for Adam to bring ability to move online, Victoria tried to process. The voice was totally unfamiliar and the body was outlined with Adam’s orange glow identifying it as a dangerous, although not yet hostile, individual. Information blossomed in her mind, a damage assessment on her legs. She would be reduced to seventy percent of their effective mobility and even that was not recommended. Adam also impartially informed her that she was bleeding from several minor contusions and should likely have them cleansed but that they should pose no immediate threat to her operation.
Her guardian dove behind the wall where Victoria lay as a barrage of return gunfire broke out from the night. Chips of brick showered down from the impact of bullets. Victoria hacked a nearby WIFI connection and then into the city records bureau before the firing had stopped. Assessing the situation without proper data on her surroundings was useless. Within another pair of heartbeats, she had the city zoning commission’s schematic of the building. It was an old one, but all she cared about was window placement.
“Hey.” She said to the other person, “You have any rope?”
“Princess is awake but we’re taking fire. I’m requesting immediate evac.” He said, ignoring her.
“Look, there are men currently moving to surround us. Unless your superiors, whoever they are, can get a helicopter or something here in the next thirty or forty seconds we are going to be full of enough lead that we’ll be useful only as pencils.” Victoria said, “There’s a strong steel railing there that if you had some rope we could tie off to and then swing into the ninth or tenth story window just there over the edge of the building.”
The man was loading another magazine into his gun, she idly noted it was an FN FS2000, and looking at her with a guarded look on his face. “My assignment is to see that you are protected. Protection means extraction, not leaping off buildings and crashing through windows. This isn’t a movie.”
Victoria had been watching him while he was loading his weapon. When she mentioned rope, he had glanced at his left ankle. She saw the pouch that contained a rappelling rope there now that he’d brought it to her attention. Snatching the carabiner, she slapped it onto the steel railing and gave him a challenging look.
“You want to be my white knight or am I going to be the one to do the rescuing?” She said, “I don’t do the armor thing though and tilting at windmills isn’t my style.”
“We have an evac on its way.” He said tersely, “But they’re five minutes out.”
“Saddle up then!” She said with a grin, “You keep them distracted and I’ll save our asses until your supposed team gets here.”
Not waiting for a response, she stood and ran with the rope wrapped around one arm. He followed, laying down cover fire in three directions. She grabbed him around the waist just as she leaped off the building.
At first, she was distressed by his weight; but then she allowed Adam to take over. Her body relaxed into a perfect ballet of motion, carrying the man still firing his weapon and leaping over the edge of the roof. While in the air, she whipped her arm around in a circle, wrapping the rope around it twice to provide more friction. It slid briefly and stopped, putting strain on her shoulder but not exceeding her body’s capabilities. The pair of them swung in an arc that ended with Victoria’s feet smashing perfectly through the window on the tenth story of the office building.
Since her feet weren’t flesh and blood, she didn’t slice herself to ribbons on the glass, but that didn’t soften the impact when they slammed into a filing cabinet. Victoria, the man she carried and the cabinet all crashed to the floor. Pain flashed momentarily through the sockets that joined her real legs to her prosthetic ones.
Despite the pain and unexpected collision, Victoria dropped her human cargo and allowed Adam to spin her in a cartwheeling roll that ended with her skidding across the floor balancing neatly on her feet. The man she had dropped rolled like someone who knew how to fall but without Adam’s ability to vector in the air, he glanced off the side of desk with a grunt of pain.
Spinning in a circle, Victoria took in their surroundings. She could only see by the dim light coming through the window they had just crashed through but her limited vision revealed it to be a small office. It was empty, she also couldn’t see any security cameras or telltale lights of alarm systems. Adam apparently sensed her intention and reported no electronic surveillance.
“We’re clear.” She said, offering a hand to the man. “How about you give me a name or something. Go ahead and lie or give me a code name or whatever. After that you can tell me where we can go to meet up with whatever evac you have enroute.”
“My name is Alex.” Now Victoria couldn’t quite tell if that was a man’s voice or a woman’s voice. “The evac isn’t necessary any longer. We will escape on our own if you can keep up.”
“Excuse me?” Victoria said, giving him an angry look. “I just had to bail your ass out of a firefight by pulling a stunt ‘out of the movies’ just give me the coordinates and go back to your cub scout meeting.”
Alex laughed, “I never thought much of the scouts, but it seems the intelligence I had on you was flawed. They said you were all logical and cold but you’ve got a real sense of humor. I don’t really, I’m afraid, that wasn’t a joke just a test. They’re picking us up in the parking garage in the basement of this building. They leave in five minutes.”