"No, please!" Quick backed up.
"We won't burn anything! Promise!" Quirk jittered in place, then turned and ran.
Her sister on her heels.
Dr. Metz jumped back, brushing at his sleeve, sparks and smoke flying from a spot on his cuff. "Enough of this shit. Just shoot the little monsters."
The guards hadn't been ready. One fumbled to bring up his slung rifle. The rest were mostly going to for their pistols, buckled securely in holsters.
Jay roared and leaped at the guard with the rifle slamming him against the wall in a rugby tackle.
Dr. Metz cried out and collapsed, the hilt of a knife sticking out of his back, as a woman backed away.
Kit jumped at the first shot. The woman staggered back, fell.
Jay rolled off the soldier he'd hit and charged, taking down two more soldiers.
Lots of screaming and running . . . and Kit was running up to the first guard, grabbing his rifle and shooting guards as they tried to kill his new friends . . .
A sudden silence.
A man ran toward a fallen guard. Kit swung the rifle his direction and the man skidded to a halt, backed away, hands up.
The kids and most of the women bolted back toward the kitchen, the plain clothes types edging away, eyes on Kit.
Well, what now?
Well, escape . . .
He looked at the women. "Who is the driver of the bus? I want the keys."
"But, but . . . they'll fire me!"
"I could search your corpse."
Her mouth rounded, and her glance drifted to the last table, a bag of some sort hanging on the back of a chair.
"Stay where you are." Kit tossed a look over his shoulder. "Henry? That bag on the chair? Bring it here."
The man closest to the bag tensed, body weight forward . . . and another, closest to the fallen guards was shifting . . .
Kit fired twice.
The first man flinched back, hand clamped to his arm.
The second man had gone for one of the guns on the floor, the bullet hit his right shoulder and he fell, screaming as he tried, and failed, to not land on that shoulder.
Henry darted in, snatched the bag and ran back.
One of the blue girls stepped closer. "What should we do?"
"Collect all the guards guns. Just one of you please, so things don't get confusing again."
"Right." She started forward.
"Go behind me."
"Oh." The redhead smiled nervously. "Sorry, this isn't what they trained us for."
She circled behind him, and actually had enough sense to grab the furthest man's pistol first, and retreat to get the next one's. The third man had both a pistol and a rifle.
"Bring them back and place them carefully in the hallway by the kitchen."
A brunette edged up. "I'll get some too?"
She snatched two pistols and retreated.
A third girl tiptoed up to grab a pistol and rifle, then the readhead was back and picked up the last two, and stopped at the rugby roadkill to take his pistol as well.
Kit eyed the adults. "Where can we lock them up?"
Henry laughed. "In the kids' wing. It can't be opened from the inside."
Kit nodded. "You lot are going to go there. We'll be working to load some food and stuff in the bus. We'll release you before we leave. Please remember that we are armed, and if try to stop us, I may have to kill you."
"Where do you think you can go?" One man glared.
But the woman next to him was frowning. "Who are you? You're not one of our students! Missy! Take that gun away from that horrible boy before he kills someone else."
The redhead snorted. "Despite all your efforts, we're not that stupid. I'm not going to be a sex slave all my life, and all you rapists and pimps can just die, for all I care."
"Tansey! Where did you hear such horrible things!"
The adults were edging forward again, and from the whimpers, there were injured among the guards. Kit kept one in his peripheral vision as he slid a hand down to his empty holster.
"Okay. You civilian types. Into the kids' hall."
"We don't know the combination." The man who'd gotten his arm creased smirked.
"Try nine, six, five, one. If that doesn't work I could tie you up, or shoot you." Kit eyed them. "Killing you would be safer, and probably what you all deserve."
"George, which hallway is the kids'?"
"The back one. I'll go unlock it."
The bare door was between the table where they eaten, and the grownup's tables. None of them moved as George trotted over and punched in the numbers. The door slid open, and George moved away.
"So. Are any of you trained medics?"
Blank stares. "Right. You, guy in the blue suit. Go help your buddy on the floor stand up and take him with you."
The guy on the floor whimpered, and cradled his right arm and he climbed carefully up and staggered after the rest as they shifted and moved through the door.
"Keep going. All the way to the back of the hallway."
Before these guards get themselves back in fighting order.
Kit backed up toward the kitchen hallway, to keep them all in sight.
"Any of you guards who can get up and walk, I suggest you do so." Kit looked down as one of the little twins walked up.
She was bloodied and crying. "If they don't, I'll burn them!"
"Yeah." The other one swiped a rivelet of blood out of her eye.
Two of the guards shifted staggered up and across the room and down the hallway.
George darted forward and slapped the controls. The door slid closed. He edged back and tapped it. A red "LOCKED" sign lit.
Kit heaved a sigh of relief and looked at the carnage. He stepped carefully around, checking for pulses.
Jay was dead. And three guards. Two blue ladies, one one who'd stabber Dr. Metz and another. Dr. Metz was dead.
Four guards in bad shape.
George, the two girls, and four of the blue women had minor injuries.
"Henry, did you say the gate was going to open at oh-three hundred?" Kit looked at the big clock on the wall. "That gives us seven hours. Let's start by finding a first aid kit. Then we'll load non-perishable food . . ."
Colonel Fang Ru Jiang looked around the dome in disbelief. "One kid did this?"
Sergeant Max Borchshodt shook his head. "The guy in the suit with the knife in his back order the guards to kill the two youngest kids. Monsters. The big guy in blue jumped the nearest guard, and one of the whores stabbed the boss."
"I thought they were experiments?"
"Yeah. Geneticly engineered pretty girls. They called them mataharis, and trained them to . . . well, would you prefer sex slaves to whores?"
"Slavery is outlawed."
"They weren't human. Legally."
"Don't argue legalities with me, Max."
"Wouldn't dream of it sir. At that point, it turned into a free fire zone, half the guards shooting the blue guy he tackled two more guards before they got enough bullets into him to take him down." The sergeant cleared his throat. "Piss poor guards, the security records show that those two were hit by friendly fire. Several guards shot the girl who'd stabbed the boss, and also hit the second girl who was in the line of fire."
"Then one of the kids picked up a rifle and started shooting. It's pretty dammed impressive. Obviously trained, for all he looks about twelve."
"Twelve!" Fang looked around at all the covered lumps.
"Yeah. He took out the other six guards in about six seconds. Corralled the rest of the adults. Shot and winged one who was about to grab a kid, shot and seriously injured another making a try for one of the guards guns."
"Yep. Herded them, and two ambulatory guards down that hallway and locked them in." The sergeant shrugged. "Then he got out a first aid kit and checked the guards. Stopped the bleeding, got them onto matresses, covered them up. Treated the kids' and ladies minor injuries."
A nod toward the kitchen. "They hit the kitchen stores and the store rooms down the hallway and loaded up the bus. Left an hour before the gate was scheduled, and just drove through."
Jiang sighed. "And since it was the vehicle they expected no one gave it a second thought until the other two vehicles didn't follow. But which time it had turned the wrong way. Entered the permanent gate field and popped through a hub gate."
Sergeant Borchshodt nodded. "The weird thing, though, is that the 'teachers' say they didn't know who the kid was. They said he was new and they had never seen him before."
Jiang dropped his chin and eyed him. "Just dropped out of the sky, maybe?"
Shrug. "They had a day to speculate wildly, and decided he must have snuck onto one of the vehicles. Probably the bus."
"Yeah. Right. That's totally believeable." Jiang looked around. "So. Seven dead. Five serious injuries."
"Five human deaths."
"I'll want DNA conformation that the two women killed were not legally human. In fact . . . if they treated the kids minor injuries, let's see if we can get their DNA as well. And the kid gunner? Maybe swab down his gun?"
"They took all the weapons with them. And all the ammo from the guard's armory."
"The guards all say it was kept locked, but the safe door was wide open."
Jiang shook his head. "If it weren't for the bodies laying around, I'd call it a comedy of errors." He reluctant walked over to the furthest body and pulled the tarp back.
I hate the women's corpses. And this one? So young. So beautiful. So human in appearance.
So this very secret installation of MI was raising and training monsters to be whores and spies. And just like in the movies, the monsters broke loose.
"So. Let me see these security recordings. I've got a gate in six hours. The survivors are being kept in isolation at the base hospital. Lieutenant Gaines is with the Gate Security people who are trying to figure out where the bus went."
Sergeant Borchshodt nodded. "With luck they'll catch them floundering around, lost somewhere . . . but I've got to say, that boy was trained, and may have a place to go."
Jiang nodded. "If he gets to Embassy, it's going to get messy."